𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 , jaeden martell

( ONE !! )

CHAPTER ONE; IN WHICH, THEY MEET.
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MOVING TO A new town and living in a new house was always hard. I never stayed long enough to make new friends, I was always the 'new kid' at school. Nobody really knew me, I was just.. there.

I never did well in school either. Staying for a semester or 2 wasn't long enough for me to get used to the work curriculum. Being 15 and struggling with education is something that no one wants.

Year 11 has been hard. Most of my spare time is taken up by homework and revision sessions. I turn 16 soon, I'm not looking forward to it.

I figured that this time, I won't get distracted. I will revise everyday and I won't waste any spare time trying to make friends. I've got to do well this year.

I just have to.

I know it's not my mom's fault that we have to move house frequently because of her job but I've been pestering her to get a new one. She said she will try to I might stay in one place for once.

I just hope she sticks to her word.

For now, I have to finish unpacking, which I never fully finished because I usually get distracted but I didn't bring much with me this time so I only spent a few hours doing so. And, it was Saturday afternoon.

I decided to watch a movie on my phone since the TV still hadn't been plugged in. I was tired from travelling and I fell asleep, only waking up a few hours later.

I think it was around 6pm. I can't remember, everything was quite hazy. It was the end of summer, school started on Monday, so the weather was still relatively warm and the sky was still bright.

I told my mom that I was going out, she said not to be long; I said I wouldn't. I contemplated life as I walked down the unfamiliar street.

I had no idea how long I was going to stay here. Whether I would become friends with anyone was up to me. I stopped making friends long ago, when I realised losing them created more damage than making them.

I lost my younger brother to cancer 8 months ago. My dad was diagnosed with depression and divorced my mom. We still see him, not often though. My parents weren't bored of each other, according to what they've told me, it was just the hurt of my brothers death that pushed them apart.

My father, apparently, couldn't bear to lose another child. He saw my brother in me and it got him in a depressive state sometimes. Like I said, we see each other but not a lot. He can't handle the memories.

I don't know what he does nowadays but it's none of my business.

I explored town, through my phone. Maps showed me to the nearest park. I went there and found a small bench to sit on. I plugged in my earbuds and played music through my phone.

A different song came on as another person entered the park. I kept my head down low and stared at my shoes, hoping they didn't notice me.

Unfortunately for me, as I stared as my plain grey converses a dirty pair of black ones stopped right in front of mine. Abruptly, I looked up to see a boy.

Great.

He spoke to me but I couldn't hear anything because of my music. Not wanting to speak, I gestured for my phone and headphone wires to indicate that I couldn't hear him.

Carefully, he pulled the earbuds out my ears and sat down beside me.

"I said, what are you listening to?" He randomly says.

Shocked and not knowing what to do, when he clicks my phone screen on, I let it happen.

"Blondie. I like that song. Current Joys are a good band."

I stared at him silently. I got up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Home." I said and walked off awkwardly.

I wasn't trying to be rude, I just don't know how to speak to people very well. Especially in unexpected situations like that.

The next day, I stayed home and helped my mom unpack. I love my mom, she's so kind to me since everything happened. And it means that I can be kind back.

I woke early on Monday to get ready for school. I've had tastes of many different schools. Some I had to take buses, some I could walk. Some I needed uniforms, some I didn't.

This one, I didn't need a uniform but had to take the bus.

I pulled on one of my favourite sweater vests with a pair of jeans. I slipped on some rings and my black converse.

My mom told me I looked nice. I thanked her.

I waited for the bus by myself, my backpack waiting to slip off my shoulders. I had music playing in my ears once again. I looked up in time to see the bus arrive.

I grabbed my bus pass from my pocket and got on. Tapping myself in, I went to sit down. I found somewhere that was empty. I sat next to the window and put my bag on the seat next to me.

Everything was fine, just a 20 minute ride, until someone pulled my earbuds out my ears.

"Hey blondie." He whispered into my ear.

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CHAPTER ONE; IN WHICH, THEY MEET.