My Child (Twilight)

{2} School: Day One The Morning [9]

-Rainn POV (the thoughts in his head would be in Norwegian, not English; I'm just writing it in English)-

The following day felt surreal. I woke up earlier than usual. Mum told me that I had to be up at 6:30 a.m., and if I wasn't, she was going to get Dad on me. His wake-up call wasn't great for my ears in the morning. It was still somewhat dark outside, but I was told not to let that fool me, as a school in America started very early.
My stomach churned with a mix of excitement and anxiety. I could hear the faint sounds of activity downstairs—dishes clinking and murmured conversations—signalling that Esme was already busy in the kitchen, most likely making my breakfast.

I sat up in bed and took several deep breaths, trying to steady my erratic nerves. Today was the day I would start my first ever day at school, and despite the reassurances from everyone, I couldn't shake the worries. My eyes wandered to the outfit Alice had picked out for me, neatly laid out on the chair: dark jeans, a comfortable t-shirt, and a stylish jacket. It was new and different, a fresh start.

I got dressed quickly, the new clothes feeling both comforting and strange, mainly as I was used to having to wear thick jumpers to combat the cold. I grabbed the new backpack filled with all the supplies we bought yesterday and made my way downstairs. The smell of pancakes greeted me.

In the kitchen, Dad was already seated at the table, looking rather excited. He glanced up and grinned at me. "Morning, Rainn! Ready for your first day?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just a little nervous."

Esme turned from the stove with a warm smile that made me feel a bit better. "That's perfectly normal, sweetheart. Everyone feels that way on their first day. But you'll do great." She set a plate of pancakes in front of me, along with some fresh fruit. "Eat up. A good breakfast will help."

I started eating, feeling a little more at ease with the familiar comfort of food. Just then, Mum walked in. She looked calm, but I could see the concern in her eyes as she came over and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"How are you feeling, honey?" she asked, gently kissing my temple.

I shrugged, looking up at her. "Okay, I guess. I'm just... hoping everything goes well." I spoke honestly, knowing that my mum could always tell when I wasn't telling her the truth.

She smiled softly, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "It will. Just remember, you can always come to us if you need anything, and if anyone says anything that upsets you, I will deal with it personally," Mum reassured me, tone turning firm at the end.

Dad then joined in, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, kiddo, and if anyone gives you trouble, you've got a whole family of vampires on your side." He winked, and I couldn't help but laugh a little. Knowing I had such a unique and strange support system was an odd comfort.
Mum and Dad also had a similar conversation last night, where Mum basically gave me a run-down on how I'm supposed to act and behave in class. Dad insisted on me making friends, which Mum made a slight face at, but making friends definitely made me smile a bit, Dad ruffling my hair at this. And that is my plan for today: to make a friend.

I felt mixed emotions as everyone else gathered in the kitchen, offering their own words of encouragement. The anxiety was still there, but so was a sense of anticipation. Carlisle gave me some practical advice about navigating the first day, and Alice reminded me—yet again—how perfect my outfit was, Mum very clearly still not impressed with her actions yesterday as her glare didnt leave her face as Alice was talking to me.

When it was time to leave, the house was a flurry of last-minute checks and preparations. Backpacks were slung over shoulders, jackets were zipped up, and Esme made sure I had eaten enough. The house felt alive with energy, a stark contrast to the quiet morning. Mum grabbed ahold of me and pulled me towards the door.

As we stepped outside, the cool morning air hit my face, carrying the fresh scent of the surrounding trees. It was refreshing, almost cleansing, and it helped calm my nerves a little.
Dad had told me the drive to school would be short, but getting into his car, I already could feel like it would take forever.

Once we were all in the car, the atmosphere felt charged with a mixture of tension and excitement. Dad started the engine, and the familiar roar of the vehicle filled the air. Mum sat beside him in the passenger seat, her eyes flicking back to me in the rearview mirror every few seconds. I knew she was worried, and her constant glances didn't help my nerves.

As the car pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past. My mind raced with thoughts, flipping between the excitement of meeting new people and the fear of being the odd one out. 'What if no one likes me? What if I do something stupid?' my thoughts started going south.

"How are you feeling, Rainn?" Mum asked, turning slightly in her seat to look back at me. Her voice was gentle, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern.

I hesitated momentarily, unsure how to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. "I'm okay, I guess," I finally said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I'm just nervous, you know?"

Dad glanced over at Mum, then back at me through the mirror. "Nervous is normal," he said, his voice reassuring. "It's a new experience, but you've got this. Just be yourself, and everything will work out." Dad has always been good at cheering me up.

Mum nodded, her expression softening. "And remember, you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. If you feel overwhelmed, find us or go to the office. We're just a call away. Carlisle and Esme are on as your parents and emergency contacts, so they will be the ones on your forms, but you still call us on your phone."

I nodded, appreciating their support. But the thought of having to find them or go to the office felt like an admission of failure. 'I don't want to disappoint them. I have to handle this,' I though.

The drive continued in relative silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the car and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. I could feel Mum's tension easing slightly as we neared the school. Maybe she was trying to stay calm for my sake, but I knew she was still worried.

As we pulled into the school parking lot, the sight of the building brought a fresh wave of nerves. Students were milling around, chatting in groups or hurrying to their classes. I felt a sudden pang of fear—what if I didn't fit in? What if I couldn't find my way?

Dad parked the car, and the three of us sat there momentarily. The reality of the situation settled in, making my stomach twist uncomfortably. 'This is it. My first day of school.'

Mum turned in her seat again, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "we've all got to go to the office and get our schedules," she said, her voice steady. "Remember, we're just a few minutes away if you need us."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I glanced at Dad, who gave me a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. His confidence helped, even if only a little.

As we got out of the car and started walking towards the school building, I tried to focus on the positives. This was a new beginning, a chance to make friends and have new experiences. But beneath it all, fear lingered, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. 'I hope I don't mess this up,' I thought.

31st july 2024
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