In Repair. (Andy Biersack bvb fanfiction)

1: New School

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I'd like to think that schools were more like second chances. And with that comes ups and downs. For instance, say that you screwed up so much in one year that it could ruin your reputation for the rest of your high school career. When moving to a new school you get to start completely over and never have to deal with that year ever again. But, say you had a really good year in which you were popular, you made good grades, and you liked all your teachers. That all has to go down the drain as well.

In the past three and a half years I have moved schools six times in six different states. I am currently driving to Cincinnati, Ohio. Which according to my Dad, will be the last time we'll be moving for his work. I stared out the window. 'Great another big city.' I said to myself. I truly did hate a city atmosphere, I feel like they completely swallow my existence with all their big buildings and busy streets.

I know tomorrow that I will have to go to school. But this time I really need to worry about my act because there aren't going to be any second changes. That and of course it's my senior year. My mom used to always tell me that high school would be some of the best years of my life, but now that she's gone I don't really know what to think. She died my 7th grade year from lung cancer. Yeah it was hard at first but you eventually just have to accept it. Sometimes I like to look up at the sky and think she's up the watching me mess up all the time. It's comforting...I guess.

I'm getting awfully bored in the back of this car with the lack of scenery. I look around for my sketchbook and pencils but find nothing, I must have packed them in my bag. The only thing I can really do is just sit to myself and think. Which has now lead myself to falling asleep. Hopefully I'll wake up when we get there.
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I wake up a couple hours later unfortunately we still have about an hour left. Then my dad stops the car and my shoulders jolt forward. I skim over the sign, "Cincinnati's School for Creative and Performing Arts" I let my mouth fall open.

"And this, is where you're going to school." My dad told me.
Oh my God, I'm going to an arts school. I was expecting some janky public school. But this is a place where I can focus on my art. This is amazing. "Laney." My dad said snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh my gosh dad thank you so much!" I said hugging him.

Then sudden movement caught my eye. I look over my dads shoulder seeing a crowd of a hundred people coming from out of the school. I observe the crowd more closely and notice a boy lagging behind and isolated from everyone else. My eyes fixate on him. He eyebrows were furrowed and his face was intense, but in an attractive way. I realize that I have been staring at him for far to long so I slump back into my seat and we drive away.