First of all this isn’t your normal love story. It doesn’t end all sappy and poetic, it ends like reality should end. It doesn’t end with the boy gets the girl; it ends with the girl gets the girl. Here is our story…
Part 1, Falling, Ave’s POV
Moving to a new high school can really suck. Especially when you won’t know anyone there. My Mom and I are moving to New York because she got a new job. She has really been trying since Dad died four years ago. She can never seem to do anything right. Maybe this is just hard for me because I have to leave my boyfriend Tom. The boyfriend I have had since eighth grade, now I’m in eleventh grade. He and I are best friends, what more could I ask for? I have a brilliant boyfriend, a Mom who tries to make ends meet most of her life, and I am really smart with numbers and words. I have never gotten an f for a grade in my whole life, even through out elementary and middle school. It’s not that I liked school, but I got through it the ways everyone else managed to do. I talked to no one and I was always reading a book.
Sixth grade was when I really started to change, I started to have crushed on the cute boys in my middle school, I started to act more like any other girl my age would. I dated boys on and off, not knowing the relationship boundaries I was willing to have with anyone. When I was in eighth grade Tom asked me out, like he really asked me out. He was the sweetest boy, and by far the cutest boy in our whole school. Maybe even our whole town! He wanted to go out with me! From then on we have always been inseparable from each other, so imagine moving away from each other. We made a promise we would stay in touch even through the two-hour space in between us. I hugged him a sad goodbye, the day we left. The day I moved away from everything I had ever known just so my Mom could have a new job. Tomorrow I will have to go to a new school, meet totally new people. What if they don’t like me? What if they are all really mean to me? Well, isn’t that the purpose of meeting new people? To have them pick on you just so you know what it feels like to be picked on?
I woke up the next morning in our fully furnished house, my room stacked with all my boxes of belongings. I told myself last night that I will start to unpack all my things tonight before dinner, which I will probably be eating alone anyways because my Mom will be at work. I quickly threw on my black and white striped tee shirt and my dark purple skinny jeans. I applied my eye makeup fast and messy looking, as always. I brushed my hair and threw it up into one of those just woke up sort of buns. I tied up my black converse shoes and grabbed my backpack, running down the stairs to grab a quick breakfast. I remembered to grab my car keys off my purse on the way out of my new room. I ate my cereal in a rush, brushed my teeth, and ran out into my car starting the engine up.
Twenty minutes later I was in the parking lot of my new school. It is huge compared to my other school back home. I checked my clock and it was seven thirty, I am early! I grabbed my backpack off the passenger seat and slung it over my shoulders. I closed my car door, locking all the doors in one magic click of a button. I turned around, heading for my new school, can’t wait to see what’s waiting for me to get inside. I fast walked up the rest of the walkway just so I would get inside the school faster. When I got into the school, there was a huge, loud busy of people everywhere. I could barely make my way through the crowd. I saw a sign that said Principles Office so I decided to make my way towards there so I could tell them I’m new and to sign in.
“ Hi, I’m new to the eleventh grade. My name is Ave Marcella.” I shook the principles hand nicely. I could tell he is going to be really nice in welcoming me into this school.
“ It’s so nice to meet you in person. Your Mom told me all about you over the phone registry. So I have picked out a nice girl to be your sort of teacher today. She will be in all of your classes, she will show you around, introduce you to everyone, keep you company, help you out.” He told me, very sure about his choice in this nice girl.
