"Millie!" A voice yells. I jump up, seeing the silhouette of my little brother, Bryan, in the doorway. "Get up!" He yells, tossing a pillow at my head. I dodge it and stand up, shooing him out of my room. I trudge to my mirror and look up. My hair hangs in blonde tangles around my face. Today is the first day of my new life in Summer Hills. My mom got a job transfer and she packed up my family and pulled them across the country.
I head downstairs, my backpack slung over my shoulder, finally ready to start my day. Bryan lounges on the couch with a bowl of cereal in his lap and a mustache of milk above his lip. I hurry past him and head into the kitchen where I find my mom, napping behind her reading glasses.
"Mom" I call quietly. Her eyes shoot open and she looks up, smiling when she sees me. "Long night?" I asked. She nods, pouring herself a glass of coffee. My mom had taken up an extra night shift at the hospital to pay for the new house. I lean over to kiss my mom goodbye, a bagel in one hand and my headphones in the other. "Bye" I mumble.
"Bye Millie, have a great day!" She calls as I head outside.
My headphones hang around my neck, blasting Dubstep as I walk to school. My new house was only ten minutes from my school (lucky me!) and so mom decided that I could walk. I stop in my tracks as my eyes meet the huge, palace-like building that sits in front of me. A group of girls walks past me and I shut my mouth, snapping out of my trance. The building is shimmering white and has stone lions guarding the front. At first, I think I took a wrong turn, but, sure enough, in front of the castle a sign states, "Parkerson High School".
"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?" A voice asks behind me. I turn around to see a tall, dark haired guy standing before me. His eyes are lit with amusement, dimples giving him a cute, childish touch.
"Yeah" I mumble, turning back to the castle/school.
"I'm Jackson" he says, holding out his hand to shake. Have you ever had one of those moments that you know you'll remember forever? This was one of those moments. I smile and shake his hand.
"I'm Millie" I say, grinning so hard it hurt.
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The Music Of Loving You
RomanceMusic expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent - Victor Hugo Warning: Rated PG-13 for violence and mention of gangs and drugs "Which is bigger? My love of music or my love of you?" Love and passion rule the worl...
