Chasing Stars

What Could Happen?

I woke up and took a shower and got ready for school. A new school. A fresh start, or so i've been told by all of my friends in New Jersey. This didn't feel like a fresh start. it didn't feel like anything other than another day.

"Hey do you want breakfast first?" Gerard asked looking at me putting my shoes on. I looked at him like he was crazy.

"No," I said very simply, tying my last shoe and throwing a jacket on. He smiled and pored his coffee into a travel mug and slipped his shoes on. I throw my backpack on and walked toward the door. Lindsey hollered my name as my hand hit the door.

"I wasn't sure if you liked packed lunches or hot lunch," she said holding out a brown paper bag in one hand and money in the other. I looked at Gerard and then at Lindsey. I realized how much they were trying with me. I mean their first child is still only seven. This was just as much uncharted territory to them as it was to me. I took a deep breath and smiled, I hated being cordial in the morning.

"Hot normally, but since you went through the trouble I'll take a packed."

"Oh," Lindsey said as I grabbed the brown paper bag out of her hand. "Take both," she said with a smile. "You might not like the packed and well, maybe they have a sweet you'll like." I nodded and grabbed the money shoving it into my pocket.

"Thanks, both of you and please stop freaking out. I'm fine, I'll be fine. It's just school, what on earth could happen?"

"So Rylynn did you already get your class schedule?" The counselor Ms. Watts asked. She was a plump women, very grumpy looking. I had just sat down across from her and this is what she asks. I already knew the conversation was going to be a negative one. You know that feeling you get when there will be no good outcome from what is about to transpire. Yeah that was the one I had.

"Yes, aaah I did right before I came here." I was nervously holding the paper.

"So tell me about your old school," she asked looking up from her clip board. She folded her hands on the desk and looking at me for an answer.

"Well it was bigger then this and a public school. No uniforms," I chuckled at my crapy joke.

"Oh you don't like them?" She wrote on the clipboard yet again.

"No I didn't mean that, it's just different," I corrected.

"I see, well we feel it keeps kids minds more on the studies," she attempted to explain.

"Okay," I muttered only to kill the silence.

"I see you had extra curricular at your old school you participated in." Her voice came with an underlining meaning that I just couldn't place.

"Yes, a few," I rubbed the back of my neck feeling venerable. I couldn't stand being asked question about myself.

"Well I'm sorry to say we do not have dance here. We do however have a choir. If you are interested I can give you the name and room number of our director."

"No thank you," I said very simply with a smile.

"Is that because your mother used to be involved in the choir." With that my smile faded.

"No," I said after a moment, "It's because I didn't really enjoy it."

"But you got the highest marks." I gauged Ms. Watt's, irritation in my vainness. I hated being pushed, I preferred to do things in my own time.

"And I don't enjoy it, I did it because the school that I went to isn't rated high. Doing choir was good for my college applications." She looked at me in a disbelieving way. "Is there something you are trying to employ?" I accused.

"Should I be." Yup typical counselor, I shock my head and walked out of the room, slamming the door. Gerard jumped up from the seat he was sitting in. I heard the door to Ms. Watts' office open. I stopped when I neared Gerard and turned around.

"What now?" I said with a bitchy head turn.

"Rylynn," Gerard said in a correcting manner.

"Mr. Way I apologize I think I crossed her comfort zone. I did bring up your mother," she said with the last part directed at me.

"No you implied that I was dropping a dumb school club because my mother died. Yes she died. It sucks. But either way I hated choir." I felt Gerard put his hand on my arm.

"Rylynn why don't you just sit in the seats and I'll be back in a minute." I rolled my eyes and walked to the seats. Gerard went into the office with Ms. Watts. I pulled out my iPod and began listening to it. About ten minutes later a boy sat down next to me. He tapped my shoulder and I pulled my earbud out. I gave him a smile.

"Got a smoke?" He asked. He had shaggy brown hair with light brown eyes. He was waring an Iron Maiden patch on his jacket that I suspected was against the "code". I looked at the office and then at him.

"No, Just moved in with my father so I have had no access to getting any yet." I slightly lied. Truth was I didn't really smoke.

"That's a bummer, I'm Jeremy."

"Rylynn."

"Got your schedule yet?" I nodded handing it to him.

"We have math together and the same lunch. For Mr. Pierson, sit in the back and if you fall asleep he wont do anything about it."

"Thanks," I smiled and grabbed it back from him. "So what are you here for?"

"Oh I got in an argument with one of the hall monitors so now they want to interrogate me. You?"

"They think I'm crazy," I laughed.

"Are you. I mean can I trust you?" he asked with a smile giving m a skeptical look.

"Crazy as they come." We both laughed as Gerard came out of the office.

"Mr. Simmons, here again are we," Ms. Watts said irritated.

"No I'm in Paris." I chuckled. Gerard looked between me and Jeremy.

"Ms. Way, you should probably steer clear of Mr. Simmons. He's not a good influence," Ms. Watts said with her hands on her hips.

"That's funny, we were just talking about how we should go rob a liquor store together. Man what was I thinking," I said shacking my head and stood up. Jeremy was smiling at me. "Good luck with the interrogation."

"Yeah good luck with the brain," with that Gerard escorted me to the hall and Jeremy went into Ms. Watts office.

"I don't know if you should be hanging out with that kid. If he's trouble," Gerard said shacking his head.

"Already hatting people who could be my friend?" he opened his mouth to correct himself but I stopped him. "Gerard I appreciate you being concerned but I'm not a bad judge in character you should trust me. I've made it this far. Besides no matter what you say that lady was crazy." He sighed and looked at me.

"Okay, just please be careful and I'll pick you up at three okay?" I nodded.

"Don't get all sappy and no hugging," I said as I turned to walk off to find my first class.