Breaking for a Way

New School, New Life

I woke up with the wind. I felt like If I was outside, I could fly. And boy did I want to fly. The whistles and whooshes of the wind were distant, but I felt as if I could feel them right above me. 

"Wake up, Ally!!" My dad yelled from downstairs. 

"I'm already awake!!" I yell.

I rush to the closet, realizing I'm already late for breakfast. I put on what I see. A white crop top and some ripped jeans. Hopefully the school doesn't have a dress code. I rush downstairs, tripping over my own steps. I grab a granola bar while stuffing my water bottle and my pencil case into my checkered backpack. 

"Dad, let's go!" I yell. I rush out the door to his car. 

I sit there, ignoring whatever my dad tells me to do at the new school. He doesn't stop blabbing on about not misbehaving, but one thing he says grabs my attention.

"Try and talk to Bella, she seems nice. Her dad works with me at the station. A great guy, he is."

"Huh?" I say, since I haven't been paying attention.

"I said, you can talk to Bella. Or your buddy, the school assigned one to you," my dad repeats.

"What's my buddy's name?" I ask, curious.

"I'm not sure, bud. Something Connors. I think." When I leave the car, I see the bright blue sign on the school's campus. Harrington Middle School. "Want me to walk you to your locker?" 

"No way, dad. I'm not a baby anymore." 

"Have a nice day, kiddo. Love you."

"Bye, dad," I love him. I just don't want to admit it. I walk through the front gates. It starts pouring out of nowhere. Why do bad things always happen to me? I mean, I love the rain. It has to be a coincidence. I walk through campus, unfamiliar to the concrete I step on. 

"Holden, it's just a new school. It's no big deal." I hear a mother say to her child. I catch a glimpse of the child. He looks around 12-13 years old. But that's not my problem. I have more important things to deal with. Like one, finding whoever Bella is, and two, finding the mysterious _____ Connors that is supposed to be my buddy. I barely know this place though. It's too fancy than what I'm used to. I see that Holden is slightly behind me. At least he has a mom. One that cares about him. I slow down my pace so that I can see Holden's face clearly. He's cute. I guess. "Hi," I say. I am quite surprised, in fact, the words just slipped out of my mouth. I've never really engaged in conversation with anyone else than my family or any of my stuffed animals.

"Hey," he says. He looks uninterested. I'm embarrassed. I just keep walking.As I walk into the school, nervous, I realize no one pays attention to me. No one even looks my way. I kind of like this school. "Hi, my name is Olivia," a girl wearing bright colors says to me. She's hyper-active. "I love cats and I also love horses, I love your hair!" She squeals. "Where are you from? Do you like school so far? Do you have any siblings?" "I have a brother," I say. "He's 19, though." "COOL! I have a sister, but I kind of hate her, she's way too annoying. And I have a cat. His name is Quibbly.""Are you always this energetic?" I ask. "I get that a lot.""I'm sorry, who are you?" "Olivia. Olivia Connors." Ah, so this is my buddy. I might go deaf with how high-pitched her voice is. Or of how much she talks. "So what do you have first period?" I'm not sure. All I have is a flimsy piece of paper that my dad used to write my schedule on. "Uhm, math, I think," I murmur, squinting at my dad's terrible attempt at writing in cursive. "SAMESIES!!!! Wanna be my math partner??""Uhh, okay?" I say, she grabs my wrist pulling me up the stairs. It doesn't hurt, though. As I walk into the math room I can't help but notice the thousands of number posters on all the walls. The room is an eyesore. The fact that its math doesn't make it any better. I notice a math joke on the board. Oh my god. Today will be a long day. "Try and make some friends," I mouth to myself. I take my seat next to Olivia. I don't really want to, but I don't really know anyone else. Just as I take out my math binder, Holden rushes in. "Tardy, Grayson." Ms. Barbara yells out, embarrassing him. "Mind if I sit here?" I look up. Holden is asking me if he can sit next to me."No, I don't mind.""I didn't catch your name, by the way.""Ally. Ally Nickerson." Why does math have to be so boring? My eyes were so heavy I could fall asleep. But they traced away. I felt my eyes try to find any not math-related items. They just wandered away. I notice Holden doodling some animals in the corners of blank pages. I cant quite figure out what animals they are though. I am dying to ask. But I watch carefully as the graphite pencil scratches against the rough surface of the paper. Sharp lines, soft lines, thick lines, small lines. I've never been this entertained in any class before. The way the ink just flows on the paper impresses me. Maybe I could fit in at this school.