Today I woke up with nerves spreading all over my body. My little brother could not wait for this day to happen, while I could. Because I knew it would be much different for me than him. I'm 16 years old. And he's only 10. He will make friends as soon as he arrived to his new school. I probably won't until I've gone there at least a thousand years.
We moved just a week ago, because of my mom's job. She and my dad thought this could be a good thing. That me and my brother, Peter, could have a new beginning. Though I didn't see why we needed that. We had a pretty good life, just not exactly perfect. But I guess we couldn't really argue with them, when my mom got this amazing job offer. And that led us to this day. The first day at a brand new school. Though there were a lot of cons to this move, there was one pro. It was the first day of school for everyone. So it felt like we were kind of at the same page.
"Violet, breakfast is ready! We're waiting for you» my mom yells from the kitchen. She's always calm on the first day back after summer break, but slowly becomes more grumpy as the days go by.
"I'll be there in a sec!" I reply instantly. I just had to put my clothes on and brush my teeth. And when that was done, I showed my book in my bag (for the breaks obvi) and hurried down, to the kitchen. I sat down next to Peter, and started eating the pancakes my dad had made. He was the best cook I'd known.
"Now, I hope you guys haven't forgotten anything, that would be terrible for the first day" my mom said when we were headed out the door. There was a bus stop nearly right next to our new house. Peter's bus came about 5 minutes before mine, so I quickly pulled out my book, when his bus passed by. While I was almost entirely focused on my book, I saw a guy walk toward me in the corner of my eye. I fixed my eyes on him and, oh god. He had messy dark brown hair. Dreamy brown eyes. A jaw as sharp as a cook's favorite knife. And last but NOT least, he was tall. Almost too tall. He sat down right next to me, and pulled out his hand to close the book I had in my hands.
"The picture of Dorian Gray, is it good, I've heard good things about that one" he said with that amazing deep voice.
"Oh, yeah, It's pretty good so far" I replied. I felt so uncomfortable. This was not my scene at all. And then, relieved, I saw the bus nearing us. I pushed my book back in my bag, and pulled myself up from the bench. He was still sitting down, and I prayed to god he didn't go to my school. But of course he does, of course. He followed me into the bus, but hopefully he sat next to another guy.
When we had arrived to the school, I went out of the bus. I quickly found my classroom, after going to the bathroom. And right before I went in, I found myself hoping he wasn't in there. I opened the door, and there he was. God. I guess this was kind of good, because he was honestly pretty hot, but I was scared that he was like all the other boys I've ever met in my life. I sat down at an empty seat. And then he walked toward me.
"I don't read, understood? Don't mention it to anyone, or I swear you'll regret it" he said. Well, that wasn't really what I had expected. "Wow, your weird" he said, louder than the other words he spoke. And he just walked away to his laughing friends. And that's how you gain and lose feelings in the span of like half an hour.
