Hesperia #Wattys2015

Last, First Day

Nobody liked being the new kid, it was a terribly awkward experience to have to walk through the doors of a school - hundreds of your peers staring at you trying to figure out who on earth you were, and you know no one. 

But the worst part for me was the fact that it was a small town and senior year, not many people transfer their final year of high school after all which would only make me stand out even more as unrecognizable. 

And today was the day, September 4th AKA the first day of school. It had now been 2 days that I had lived in Luna Falls and I had barely left my bedroom. When I woke up for the dreaded day ahead of me - which was September 4th of course, I walked across the hall to where the shower was and quickly got ready so I was prepared for the day, dressed in an ivory lace top, faded jeans, and heeled lace up boots. I was so not looking forward for today but I knew that obviously I didn't have a choice. 

After I had gotten ready I set off downstairs, heading toward the kitchen - I hadn't really learned the trick to navigating through this bloody mansion yet, so after walking into a hall closet and then the same bathroom twice, I finally entered the kitchen. 

Both my parents were already up, my mother was seated at the table with her coffee mug and a Luna Falls newspaper in her hand while my father was situated at the stove flipping an omelet.

"Good morning." Mother mused once I entered the kitchen. "Sleep well?" 

"Hardly." I replied with a sigh. "I think I should go to a sleep clinic or something, these dreams are getting worse." I crossed the room towards the fridge in search for some juice, and as my heels clicked against the tiled floor I couldn't help but notice that an unsteady silence had settled over us, causing a clear array of tension to show.  

"Do you... do you really think it's necessary sweetie?" My mom asked setting her newspaper down to look at me, "I mean... they're just dreams." 

"Yeah but they're the same." I emphasized. "Every night, don't you think that's strange?" 

"Not necessarily." My father spoke up before he placed our breakfast on the table."When I was your age the same thing happened to me." 

I could always tell when my parents were lying to me, it wasn't exactly rocket science. My mother always stammered and wouldn't meet my eyes, also if there was some sort of beverage near her she would take extended sips to put off whatever it was she was about to say. As for my dad he had a stone cold expression and cross his arms - or serve food in an attempt to distract me. 

"Really..." I said slowly narrowing my eyes at him. "And why haven't you told me about this before?" 

"Well Bells, you never asked." He shrugged. "Come on, eat we need to leave soon." 

I let out a sigh but nodded, and walked with my drink over to where they sat at the table. "What's on your itinerary for the day anyways?" I asked as I shoved a forkful of omelette into my mouth. 

"We're going to get more introduced to the town." My mom told me taking a sip of her coffee. "Learn where the grocery store is at least, we need milk." 

"Sounds fun." I mumbled. 

We fell back into a silence as we ate our breakfast, the only sound filling the room was the clanking of our forks on plates. I always liked to think that I was close with my parents, but honestly I knew I wasn't. We pretended to be a perfect family, and I would always tell people how close we are but in reality... we weren't. 

I let out a sigh, banishing all thoughts about my family from my mind as I reached forward for the pepper shaker that was situated in the center of the table near the candles that my dad had lit for our first official day - the guy had this weird thing with candles, they were kind of a tradition - don't ask.