Petrichor

Mikhail

         When my mom first told me we were moving to some here I had had my reservations. Leaving the only home I've ever known along with all my friends was hard, but my mom really needed this fresh start. 

After she and my dad got divorced she kind of fell into a rut. They had gotten married right out of high school so he was basically her whole world. She got a bit depressed and started drinking. That, uh, didn't fix anything. If it ever does. 

I got her to join an Alcohol Anonymous group and she seemed to be getting better, until she 'stumbled' upon a picture of my dad and his new girlfriend on his social media account which she was stalking. After sulking for a few days, she decided she wanted a fresh start. Away from my dad and anything that reminded her of him.

I, being the supportive son I am, didn't object. Okay maybe I objected a little. But if it would make her happy it would make me happy too. Besides, I've come to find that it's actually not so bad here. The people are really nice. Especially-

"What're you thinking about," Cassandra asked, tapping her pen against her desk. "You have a dumb look on your face."

"I'm just really interested in this Chemistry class, Cass." I answer sarcastically.

"Is that so?" She snorted. "Cuz it seems to me like you haven't heard a word anyone's said in the last ten minutes."

I met Cassandra on my first day at Briarwood High. We were both late to English class. She was an... interesting person. To say the least. We really hit it off and she kinda became my first real friend here. It had only been a few weeks but we were already inseparable.

"Actually-," I start. But I'm interrupted by the Chemistry teacher, whose name I don't quite remember.

"Mr. Miller, Ms. Cawsand," he says, looking up from his desk. "Is there something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Mikhail here was just telling me how much he'd love to come up and balance all those equations." Cassandra said with an evil grin on her face.

"Oh really," Mr. Rockson, or was it Hudson, replied. "Well by all means, the floor is yours Mr. Miller."

"I hate you so much." I whisper to Cassandra as I get up and head towards the board.

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Chemistry was the last class of the day, Cass and I decide to hang out in the park for a while after. We get ice cream and sit on a bench.

"So... one more week till our Homecoming dance," Cass starts. "Met anyone special you want to take?"

"Nope, and actually I'm thinking of not going at all."

"What? Why not?" She whines. "It'll be fun."

I shake my head. "1. I highly doubt that. And 2. I just don't feel like it. I just got here, I know like... two people total. I think I'll just sit this one out."