Hey, guys, I'm back, and I have something to ask all of you. I was recently asked to join a Twilight RP forum – geeky I know, but hey, it's me what'd you expect? – And we need some other people to join if any of you are interested. Most of the nomads are left, and all of the Quileutes are open except for Leah and Jacob. So, it'd be great if you could consider this. I'm also going to be writing a Hunger Games story with my friend very soon, so keep your eyes open for that.
I wake up and look around my room for a sign of the noise that woke me up. There was nothing that I could see around the room, I look towards the window, and see that there is a boy outside in the bushes. I blink and he's gone, but I know that he was there. Or I could be hallucinating, it is my first day of school, after all, and I get a little crazy when I'm nervous. I just don't want to face a day full of new people. I'm unfriendly at best of times to people I don't know, and just mean at worst.
I don't know what it will be like at this new school, but I hope it's okay. I put on my clothes and run downstairs, only to be met with smoke that burns my eyes and makes them water. I wave the smoke away from my face and continue into the kitchen where the smoke originated from. My dad and brother are at the middle of the scene, trying to take something out of the oven that looks suspiciously like a plastic tray. I close my eyes and count to ten – something that had never worked for me – and look at my surroundings again. Nothing's changed.
I grab the oven mitts off of the counter, and head over to the oven where I grab the tray – just as I suspected. Plastic. – and set it on the counter where it can melt in peace. I then turn to my family, my brother holds up a pot holder in front of his face and my dad holds up his hands to stop me from yelling at them. I stay silent, and my dad starts to explain.
"I wasn't sure what to put the cinnamon rolls on, so I just picked the first tray that I saw." He smiles apologetically at me. I continue to stare at him. He continues to smile at me. I don't break down. I pick up the tray and put it in the sink, and realize that it is unsalvageable.
"You know that this was Mom's favorite serving tray, right?" I shouldn't say was. She's probably somewhere looking down on us, and being angry that Dad ruined her favorite tray. It's sure gonna be a hoot when they finally meet again, I can picture her just staring at him for the longest time, trying to decide whether to hug him or yell at him for ruining her things.
"I didn't know that, I thought it was the tray that had all the purple polka-dots on it." I shake my head, and smile. Dad was always so clueless, he was the one who got the tray with the polka-dots on it. So, obviously that should have been her favorite. Dad's logic has always made me laugh, because it just doesn't make sense. My brief moment of sadness passes, and I turn to Dad and shake my head again.
"Just because you got her that tray, doesn't mean it was her favorite." He smiled at me again, I pick up my bag and walk out the door to the gray outside. The weather is the same all the time here, Saturday? Rain. Sunday? Gray skies. Monday? A glimmer of sunlight, then torrents of rain. I can never win in this God forsaken little town. It's a terrible place to live. Well, not completely terrible, but the weather is the most hated thing of my life right now.
I walk to the end of our driveway, and begin to wait for Jacob, who's supposed to pick me up for school. Michael's coming to school later because he's going to go get his Washington license. I look at my watch, it's only been a minute since I walked out the door. It feels like it's been an eternity. I finally see Jake's truck coming through the fog that covers the road to my house. There's someone else in the car with my cousin, and it looks like it's the guy that I slapped on Sunday.
A sigh escapes my mouth as I walk towards the truck as its slowing down. Jake hops out of the cab and gives me a hug and a once over, then a thumbs up. I barely have time to puzzle this because he shoves me around to his side of the truck and boosts me up into the other guy's lap. I scramble as far away from him as I can, and try to stay that way, but that's hard. Because, we live on a curved street. And Jake likes to drive fast apparently, this just makes me fall into the guy's lap again. And I almost stay there. But, I can't, I have a boyfriend.
The drive to school is torturous. Jacob seems to find every single sharp curve he can, and go around it, just to make me stay where I am. Which isn't something I should do, considering it was tempting me to break up with my boyfriend. We finally arrive at the school, and as soon as the boy gets out, I fall onto the grass. I have never loved solid ground this much. But, then again, I'd never been in Jake's truck before today.
The boy went off to some of his friends, and Jake showed me where the office is, and helped me sign in. I look down at the jumbled mess of papers I'm holding in my hands, and sigh. I have a map, and yet I still have no idea where my first class is.
"Hey," Jake says. "I have enough time before class to take you to yours." I smile at him, and he smiles back. He points things out on the map to me that I didn't see before, and he shows me small shortcuts to each of the classes that I have. This school is on a block schedule so we have three two hour classes a day. I walk along with Jake to my first period class, and just as I open the door to talk to the teacher, the bell rings. "I'll see you at lunch. Just look for all the oversized Quileute kids." He smiles at me, and it's hard not to smile back, even with how nervous I am. It's almost like his smile lights up a room.
I wave to him, and go into the classroom, where sitting upon a small chair is one of the prettiest people I have ever seen. My teacher is hot. Jeez, that's weird. She's white too, which isn't too surprising, I was just expecting something else. On the schedule sheet it says her last name is "Black", same as mine, but that's such a common name on the rez that it just means you're one of us. Not related, but you belong on the rez most of the time.
She looks up from her work to me and smiles, I try to smile back, but my face feels frozen. It's almost like the nerves of my first day have already gotten to me.
"You must be Jacob's cousin, Josephine, right?" She stands up and shakes my hand, pumping it up and down enthusiastically. "He's such a nice boy, he told me about you last week. That you were moving here very soon, I didn't realize you would be here this week." She smiles at me again, and this time I smile at her, too. She's just so warmly nice that it would make me look odd if I didn't. She assigns me a seat in the front, and as soon as she does everybody else starts walking in. A girl with flaming red hair sits next to me, and another tribe girl sits behind me. Some guys walk in, all obviously from the tribe, then another guy walks in. Extremely tall, blonde hair, green eyes, and very, very fair skin. I raise my eyebrow, then go back to staring at the board where Mrs. Black is beginning to write something. The blonde guy takes a seat right next to me, and as he does, the guy walks in. THE GUY. He says something to Mrs. Black, then takes a seat behind blondie.
I don't know how I'm going to make it through this class with the guy just diagonal from me. I can't even think about the lesson, this is language arts. AND I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. AGJKIIFHOISDFKJKIL;!
Hey, guys. Sorry that I've taken so long to update. And that this chapter is so short. I have had really bad writers block. And have been in pain the whole week, my foot may be broken. Yay. But, going to the doctor Monday, so nothing to worry about too much. I mean, I can still walk, so I'm grateful for that. I hope you guys enjoyed Josie's freak out moments, and review please :).