"Louise!" Her slim mother tugged at her legs. but Louise held tightly to her creaking headboard, though it's squeaks in protest.
"Look, I'll level with you." Mother sat down on the bed beside the equally frail girl. "I'm nervous too. this is different, for the both of us. But just think of it as an adventure."
Louise removed her face from the sheets, perking up at the word adventure. Any scrap of a new experience she would snatch up with greediness. Being sheltered up until her fathers departure, the new found freedom that came along with single parenting was like drugs to her. Each new day, was a breath of fresh air.
"They'll be boring here. This literally has to be the most cliché town on Earth." Louise bit at her lip and pulled the blankets back over her head.
"You'll never know..." The mother patted Louise's feet and stood over her. "But you have to get up."
Louise sighed defiantly before rolling her way out of bed. This room seemed cold, compared to her old one. The house had no feeling. No smell, like her old home did. You know that smell where you walk in and it hits you, you think "this is exactly where I want to be."
By the time Louise had positioned her mop of black hair into a grotesque ball at the very top of her head, and she had thrown on her favorite sweatshirt, the bus had already zoomed by.
Louise sprinted over to her front window just in time to see it pass by. "No! That can't be right! It's still dark out!" Louise pulled at her hair with disgust. "This is not happening. Not the first day!"
Anxiety waved over like a blanket. Starting at her toes. Then weaving it's way to the pit of her stomach where it wrestled and fought. It then collapsed inside of her head, where it would run rampant for the rest of the day.
Shivers took hold of her.
This was too much.
Father is gone. I'm not even remotely near my real home. My friends are gone. New school. No ride.
The first signs of an attack were near. The pessimistic thoughts were one of them.
Anna, Louise's mother luckily had been in the vicinity when she collapsed.
They would try again tomorrow.
Thirds a charm?
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Cool Kids Don't Dance
Teen FictionShe isn't text book. She isn't normal. She doesn't know how to love. There's something wrong. Deep inside there's a disorder. They didn't take heed. Now their families weep.
