⚘ olivia's flower ༉‧₊˚✧ .

part one

before the disaster...
  
   it was a cold, rainy, monday in october. the kind of cold that would make you want to stay curled up in your bed all day with a movie running in the background while being comforted  by the sounds of raindrops hitting the window from outside. not exactly the kind of day where you'd have to go to school, even worse the one you've never attented.

   the move had been hectic. your mother had forewarned you about a job situation that would force you all to move across the states to a small town in oregon. you just weren't prepared for the abruptcy of it all. in a matter of days you had packed up everything that had previously been all you knew for something entirely new. barely having time to say good bye to those close to you.

   most of all you'd miss the calming warmth of the south, which is in big contrast to the almost constant cloud-veiled sun in oregon. 

   you sighed as your attention drew to noises of cupboards closing from kitchen downstairs. time to do this once and for all.

"good morning sweetheart," your mom greeted you from her seat at the table as you entered the kitchen. you smiled quickly and poured boiling water down a tea cup, "you feeling ready for your first day?". you thought for a second, or two, or three and looked in front of you. what did she think?

"as ready as i could be" the fake enthusiasm was so obvious it startled the both of you. she giggled and continued reading something on her phone.

   you appreciated that of your mother; it was always an easy atmosphere around the house when it was just the two of you. she didn't make your teens harder like some other parents you knew had a tendency to. in all seriousness, you could do almost anything wrong and she wouldn't place that on you anyway. 

"father is already at work, i'll just finish this up and be on my way," she pointed towards a plate on the counter "will you be so kind and make sure that lucas eats something before heading to school" you gave her a nod and smiled, you're a girl of (not so) many words.

   lucas is your beloved little brother, an elementary student with lots of wonders about the world. your best friend in many ways before he is your brother. because of your parents irregular working schedule you'd spent a lot of time with him, influencing him to sharing a lot of your own interests.

   it wasn't much of a difficult task to get him out of bed. even less getting him to eat the breakfast mother had made for him. such an easy child. you smiled as you both walked out of the house, his small hands in yours. 

   the high school was about 20 minutes of walking, in close distance to lucas' new school as well. before dropping him off you promised to get the both of you ice cream if he's a good boy in class. obviously you didn't expect anything else from him, you just wanted to see that smile of excitement you knew would motivate yourself a bit for the day. you could definitely need that.

"i promise y/n, only you promise me to not be nervous for today" he had said whilst swinging your hands, easing the knot of anxiety that was building up inside of you for every minute closer to your new reality.

    the school was bigger than you'd expected, not close enough the size of your previous one, though. passing a group of girls on your way inside, who didn't even seem to notice you, you overheard topics of the average popular-girl-conversation. boys, above all. something that had never managed to interest you, even the slightest.

   princible samuelson greeted you almost instantly by entrance, commencing a short but structured guide through your new school. his attempt at an enthusiastic speech was shadowed by a tired professional tone, indicating he'd done this a few times more than he'd hoped for.

   by the first ring of the bell you'd been left outside your first period classroom, which in this case was english lit. 

   at this point there was only another girl there. her black hair was making it difficult to leave her unnoticed as she stood leaning against the white wall, like a raven in a background of ice cold white snow. it was almost mezmerising. really.

   she was intensively writing something on her phone. you overheard the slightest of instrumentals sounding from her headphones. you were unconsciously, straight out; eye-balls out of your head, staring at her. you didn't even realize you did until she pulled her headphones out and looked up at you. you quickly hid the surprise with a smile and lowered your gaze, and in a matter of seconds there was a big crowd forming outside the door. you followed the stream into the classroom.

   the teacher, who you got to know as ms. gray, introduced you to the class before handing you the curriculum and assignments. nothing felt more embarrassing than having dozens of sets of eyes looking your way, and nothing felt more relieving as they all continued with whatever occupied them before that.

"i want to remind you all again of reading and annotating at least once during your day to stay on top of the work," she glanced over all students and continued

"this is only to ensure that you all have read everything by time of examinations"

   conveniently, most of the books you'd already read, some of them being your personal favorites. literature had always been something you enjoyed, and catching up on previous coursework wasn't going to become an issue, you thought as you pulled the fine piece that is wuthering heights out of your bag and placed in on your desk.

   as you turned for your bag again to grab a pen, you couldn't help but wanting to eagerly search for the raven girl within the classroom. when you suddenly found her, sitting no more than three desks behind you, she met y/e/c colored eyes with a subtly curious look that caught you off guard. you sat back quickly, fonded over the way this one girl interested you in a way that confused you. you'd learned from your desk mate that her name was olivia.

   at some point during the class, the musky smell of old furniture and wall caught up to you, making most of your thoughts fade.

   most of the classes throughout the day remained equally awkward at arrival but eased as you became less interested for them and more focused on what you attended school for. you'd had a few smaller conversations with some of your desk mates, sat through lunch in an overcrowded cafeteria with a group of girls that barely spoke, and listened to the same old and dull teachers talk indifferently about subjects that otherwise interests you; as it turned out that even though you'd only been there for a day, it was like if you never had left your old school.

   even when you came home that day, your mother was standing by the stove cooking, filling the entire house warm and comfortably with the smell of her food. some chopin piece on the cassette radio subtly inhibiting the cracking sounds from the pan. lucas was sketching a car on a piece of paper, humming to the music.

   it was all so absurdly normal.

   and it was all before the disaster..