Changing ways

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I pulled on my heavy suitcase, huffing when it wouldn't budge.

"this isn't fair, why do I have to go to this stupid school anyway", I growled out.

For some stupid reason my parents were making me enroll in a new school. They say it's because 'the rules are better, you will be safer there and we trust this one better, you will fit in'.

Bull shit.

As I made my way to my assigned seat on the airplane my stomach growled obnoxiously.

"damn I forgot to eat", I pouted. Out of the corner of my eye a small child was staring excitedly at a huge chocolate chip cookie.

An evil grin spread across my light pink lips as I plucked the cookie greedily from her fingertips.

"hey", he yelled, an angry look on his adorable face. I put a finger to my lips and smiled, watching as he narrowed his eye on me. Seeing how he was not one to be quiet and listen to what he is told, I pulled a small, old, cherry lollipop and threw it at him. When he didn't smile I glared at him.

"oh fine you nimrod", I muttered, throwing him a five dollar bill. He faced the front of his chair with a triumphant look on his face.

Rolling my eyes , I plopped into my seat and greedily shoved the warm, melted chocolate cookie into my mouth.

"oh Jesus, thank you for your delicious treats", I said loudly, slinging my zebra book bag over my lap and into the empty seat next to me, propping my feat on the arm chair.

I was peacefully Resting with my earphones in when there was a soft tap on my shoes.

I peeled one eye open and grimaced. A blond, tall guy stood there with a charming smile on his face, staring at me expectantly.

"can I help you", I said tiredly, raising an eyebrow at his relaxed posture. He chuckled. I honestly found no amusement in him disrupting my sleep.

"that's my seat", he replied coolly. I groaned and slammed my feat down and crossed my arms over my chest. Reaching out , I grabbed my book bag and shoved it below my feet.

"happy now", I spat and he laughed loudly. What the hell was wrong with this guy, didn't he see this wasn't amusing.

"something funny mr. Chuckles", I asked. He stopped laughing as he took the seat next to me. "why yes, but it's an inside joke", he said back to me. My sharp, piercing Grey eyes narrowed on him.

"by the way chocolate lip, my name isn't mr. chuckles , it's Brandon", he smirked and my mouth dropped open before I quickly shut it and wiped my mouth off.

"whatever bran-don", I said sarcastically. He looked at me amused, "well aren't you a honey- pot ", he said. "only for pooh bear", I growled out.

A childish voice rang from behind our seats as a head with orange hair popped up and peered at us.

"wow looks like you found a girl who doesn't like you", the boy said. He was around our age and was grinning widely with sparkling amber eyes. Brandon turned to face him and I caught his lips curling into a smile. "sure not, guess its my lucky day", he said, glancing back at me pointedly .

"I don't know what girl would like you anyway", I mumbled and a laugh identical to the orange haired boy came from above my seat.

I looked up to see a twin of the boy grinning down at me. "she is funny", he said in a voice just like the others.

They all looked at eachother. "I'm John and this is my brother jacob", John said. The only difference he had from his brother were his emerald eyes.

"nice, I'm Cassidy", I said quietly. "oh so your name is Cassidy " Brandon said. I snapped my head in his direction, "that's what I said wasn't it", I seethed. The twins burst out in laughter.

"I have a feeling we are going to become very good friends, " John and jacob said at the same time, smiling widely. I nodded and smiled back uncomfortably. Brandon sighed, "speaking of that what classes do you have", he asked me and I warily pulled out my crinkled schedule from my backpack.

"uh, all honors except for science, electives are piano and gym", I replied.

"yeah, we all have gym together", the twins shouted, high giving each other.

"you must be pretty smart, all honors huh", Brandon mused. I raised an eyebrow, "you thought I was stupid", I asked. He shook his head while pursing his lips. "we all have different music instruments but don't worry about that, all special students come together to play ", Brandon said and I looked at him curiously.

"come together, special students", I asked. They nodded. "yeah if your REALLY good , you get picked to be in a special group, the schools representative music students", John explained. I nodded. The twins looked at each other warily . "well, there is this other guy who is super good at piano, his name is jasper, he is one of the richest kids in school", John explained. My heart dropped a little but I pushed those feelings away. I can't get too excited about this school.

"that's alright I'm not that good anyway", I said. The twins nodded. "oh okay, still I hope you get in", I nodded in agreement. I looked to see Brandon looking at me intensely.

"what", I whispered harshly at him yet he just shook his head

I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front of my seat as the twins settled back In there own seats behind us.

The airplanes loud speaker went off,

"ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS, THE PLANE WILL BE LANDING SHORTLY, AFTER ARIVAL YOU MAY GATHER YOUR BAGS AND EXIT THE PLANE, WE HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED YOUR FLIGHT TO CHARLES TOWN", the lady said cheerily and professionally.

My stomach turned excitedly. My palms began to sweat .

When the plane came to a halt everyone unbuckled there seat belts and exited slowly.

I turned to see the twins with there matching luggage smiling at me and brandon.

"well I will see you at school Cassidy", they said and I smiled and waved as they exited.

Brandon and I were the last to get off.

"well see yah around", Brandon waved. I waved back and gave a small smile.

"oh and here's my number , I will be the first you know here", he smiled.

"actually my grandparents are the first", I smiled. He laughed and slipped the piece of paper into my bag.

"call me sometime", he said before walking away.

I smiled, this might not be so bad.

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