𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 ◊ 𝘚. 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

◊ 𝟏.𝟏 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

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BEACON HILLS, CALIFORNIA
JAN 2011

FIRST POV:

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I SAT BESIDE Allison on the bench in front of the school, waiting for the vice principal to guide us to our classes. I'm not used to the weather here, but I tried to dress warmly but with style. The only perk of not moving around the country constantly is having wardrobe space and being able to wear the clothes I get for myself and not hand-me-downs from my brothers.

I'm grateful for Allison and some of her input for the outfit I'm wearing: an old leather coat of Dean's before he started to wear Dad's old leather jacket, a green crewneck sweater with a thin black turtleneck underneath, a pair of grey ripped jeans with fishnet tights underneath, and my trusty pair of converse.

My beat-up black Jansport backpack sits on my lap as I fiddle with the rings Allison's mom got for me for Christmas. I told Victoria that she didn't have to get me anything since I was grateful for her family taking me in after Dean dumped me on them. But she saw me eyeing them at the boutique and got them for me anyway.

I twist the silver band on my index finger, studying it hard. Dean gave me his ring. I've debated dozens of times about throwing it into the nearest body of water, but I can't bring myself to do it.

The ringing from Allison's phone breaks my focus from my rings, and I chuckled to myself as Allison answered and checked her bag.

"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it."

I can't hear what Victoria replies, but Allison searches her bag harder. I see something out of the corner of my eye, and the vice principal comes out of the school.

"Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya." Allison hangs up and puts away her phone.

"You totally forgot one didn't you."

"Yep, mom's going to kill me."

I chuckle at her plight, "I think I have an extra one in my bag." I pat her shoulder before we both stand up as we see the vice principal approaches us.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?" He asked Allison.

"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family."

"You said that you've always moved around as a kid? And that you know Allison here?" He directed his question at me.

I press my lips together into a thin line before nodding, "Yeah, my Dad moved my family a lot because of work. My Dad is a family friend, so I'm staying with them for now."

"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." The vice principal shoots us a small smile before continuing to lead us to our classes.

He dropped Allison off first at her English Class, and I told her I'd meet up with her after. I stayed outside of the Class as the vice principal introduced me.

Since the door was open, I heard him say, "Class, this is one of our new students, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

Shortly after, he led me to the creative writing class and ushered me in. "Mrs. Abbott, your new student." He smiles at Mrs. Abbott before quickly exiting the room, leaving me by the entrance.