"Have a Good day at school you two." Dad says as he drops us off at school.
"Yeah, thanks." I slam the car door and he speeds off.
The sky still remains cloudy and dank, no sliver of light to be found. Caelum stands beside me, wide eyed and taking in the large school.
"You go here?" He asks.
His elementary school is across the street, much smaller compared to Highschool. Other kids my age give me weird looks, as if my brother was my child or something.
"Okay!" I say with a shove, "off to school, bro! Dad will pick you up after!"
"But Nev-"
"Bye!"
With a final shove he starts to walk toward the cross walk where an old teacher waits. I roll my eyes and turn to the school, high tops crunching the rocks under my feet.
I can already tell that I'm going to hate this school. People stand together in groups, cliques if you will. I can pick out everyone easily. Popular boys, popular girls. Loser boys, stupid girls. Gays, homophobes. Outcasts.
Outcasts. Outcasts. Outcasts.
Me. Me. Me.
Someone grabs onto my shoulder and pushes me into a locker. I gasp in surprise as two boys barrel past me, not even giving a shit.
I stand up quickly and try to storm after them, but someone yanks my backpack.
"Don't go after them, unless you want to get thrown into more lockers." A voice warns.
I whip around to see a tall boy standing behind me. Wavy blond hair falls in his face and two-toned eyes look down at me. I spot a small scar under his eye, maybe the size of a finger nail. But his eyes pull me in. One a soft brown, the other a cool green.
"Pussy," I Mutter, "stand up for yourself."
He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, why is he so damn tall? "I'm saving you from getting your ass beat." He says.
"I don't need any saving. Some prepubescent boys don't push me around and get away with it."
So I forge ahead, blond boy at my heels, and walk down the hall.
And make a sharp turn.
It doesn't shake him though and he follows me until he dips into another classroom. I roll my eyes and continue walking through this maze of a school to find the office
The office is Not in plain sight. I wasn't about to ask anyone for help so I walked around in circles for about five minutes before finding the place.
The office is strangely botanical, vines swoop around the windows and over the desks. Potted plants hang from the ceiling are various lengths. Even the room smells like a wet garden.
"Who thought this was a good idea?" I grumble to myself.
One of the office ladies immediately notices me and stands up happily from her chair.
"Good Morning! Can I help you?" She asks with a bright smile.
No one should be smiling in this depressive hole.
"Yeah, I'm new. Name is Nevaeh Lewis." I answer, not matching her enthusiasm.
"Oh perfect! We were expecting you!" She chirps.
The office lady grabs a piece of paper out of a folder and hands it to me. I take it and look down at it. My schedule.
Reading
Social studies
Gym
Art
Science
Lunch
English
Study hall
Math
Turning on my heel, I exit the office. Now where does one find Reading class?
Answer: one simply looks for the room that looks like an 80 year old like inhabits it.
An 80 year old lady does not inhabit this classroom. Instead it's a young teacher, early 20's I assume. She's taken a liking to old, floral print and has decided to decorate her room with it.
This school and it's sorry attempts at making things seem bright.
"Hi! I'm Ms. Walsh, you must be our new student." She greets me.
I nod, "mhm, Nevaeh Lewis."
Her smile fades. For a moment her eyes glass over and I swear she pales like a twilight vampire.
"Would your mother be Natasha Lewis?" She asks, voice nearly breaking.
"Was, she passed last year." I correct.
She sighs what I think is a breath of relief. I frown at that, is she happy my mother is dead? How did she even know her?
"Ah well, take your seat next to Keegan." Ms. Walsh says, back to a happy mood.
I look to where she pointed and spot Keegan. Fluffy brown hair, blue eyes that resemble the Caribbean Sea, and a light dusting of freckles just under his eyes.
I walk over to him and put my bag on the ground near my desk.
"What did you say to Ms. Walsh? I've never seen her look like that." Keegan instantly whispers to me.
"I don't know. She recognized my last name and knew my mom." I reply.
He considers this, then shrugs, "Cool, I'm Keegan Mathews."
He smiles brightly, but it doesn't seem fake. His eyes shimmer along with his crooked grin and I can't help but offer a weak smile in return.
YOU ARE READING
Alone in French
TerrorNevaeh lost her mom a year ago, and in her mom's will she was left a house in a place called Seule Cove. Upon arriving, Nevaeh can't help but sense something is wrong. There's a rift between the spiritual and non-spiritual realm, and Neveah is the...
