The Story of Us

Blue Eyes

"Rosie! Time to get up! You don't want to be late for your first day!" If only I had penny for every time I heard that.

I replied with a a sigh of protest, which I'm sure my dad had also heard a million times. I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. My blonde hair was completely falling out of the braid I slept in and looked like it was going take a year to tame. Fantastic. Not to mention the zit I could see forming on my forehead. Talk about gross. What a great way to start my first day at a new school. Again.

This is the third year I've moved since I started high school and trust me it never gets better. You learn to just not get attached to people, which isn't as bad as it seems. This is my junior year though and I'm SUPPOSED to stay right here in Montclair, New Jersey. A small town right outside New York City. Yay.

My dad insisted on dropping me off at school, even though I have a perfectly fine car I can drive.

"Have a good day sweetie! Ill be right here to pick you up at 3:10!" My dad shouts, over enthusiastically. Ever since mom left when I was a Freshman, me and dad have been moving all over the place, and for some reason, he loves it.

"Bye dad," I reply with about as much emotion as the brick wall I almost ran into while looking behind me to talk to my dad. I scream as I run into a body instead.

"Well, when I decided to save your life I wasn't expecting to lose the hearing in my left ear." I look up to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at me.

"Well I wasn't expecting to run into anything, much less another human so my apologies."

"Honey! Are you okay?!" My dad shouts over the roar of other students chatter. Goodness is he STILL here?! And why am I still so close to this guy?!

I take a step back and shout to my dad, "Yes! I'm fine dad! You can go now!"

"Okay, I love you my flower!" How old am I, 5?

"Love you too dad, good bye!

Finally, he goes home. My dad is a special man. When my parents got divorced back when I was a freshman, my dad decided to open his own restraunt. He named it Rosie's, after me. Kinda like what Wendy's dad did. You know the fast food place? Well anyways, my dad is an AMAZING cook and I was so glad that he opened his own restraunt. The only problem is, he can never decide where to stay. Hence why I've moved every year since the divorce. Sucks right? Oh well. As long as my dads happy. He's 40 years old with short brown hair that he brushes every morning and thats about it. He puts his whole heart into whatever he does and a lot of people say I get that from him. Used to anyway. 

Back to reality now, I see blue eyes is staring at me. Maybe I should learn his name. I begin to ask him but he interrupts, "Flower huh? What's the name, Daisy? Rose?"

"Close, Rosie."

"Well Rosie, welcome to McKlain high."

"That was some welcome."

"Sorry about that, but would you rather have ran into the wall?"

As he's saying this, I take a moment to take him in. He's average height, dark brown hair that's almost black, Tanned skin, but he's probably just as white as me just not at the moment. His blue eyes have a hint of yellow around the pupil that makes them look like sunflowers. He has on a white McKlain t-shirt and purple basketball shorts. I'm assuming he plays, but I'm not sure.

"Helloooo?"

It takes me a minute to realize he's waiting for an answer, "Oh right, no. Seriously thanks."

"No problem. You new here?"

"Is it obvious?"

"A little bit." He smirks to reveal perfect white teeth. Geeze this guy seems like a tool already, hitting on the new girl. I bet he has a cheerleader girlfriend wondering where he is.

"Yeah well gotta go! Bye!"

I can't get away from him and those blue eyes fast enough. Bye the time I do, I realize I never got his name.

*******

New schools are always different, and not to mention confusing. I got lost on the way to all my classes so far and it's not even lunch time. And just to add to things, I haven't even made one even possible acquaintance yet.

I walk into Language Arts and am surprised to see a familiar face. A tall, green eyed brunette that I went to school with before the divorce. I just can't remember her name. Suddenly a high pitched almost 13 year old voice startles me, "Ahh you must be Rosie!"

It's the first day of school, why am I still the new girl? As if reading my mind the voice comes again, "We don't get new students a lot, and when we do, they usually get lost."

I turn to face the 13 year old voice and I find myself standing in front of a women, probably early thirties, with jet black hair cut into a bob and a heart shaped face. She's shorter than me, and wearing designer jeans and a sweater. 2 things are running through my mind at this point. Isn't she hot in a sweater in August? And what exactly am I supposed to do?

"Well Rosie, you can call me Mrs. Rossati. You can have a seat next to Whitney," she gestures over to the girl I recognized before. Ahh, Whitney Valentine. It all makes sense now. She was the girl everyone loved and admired back in middle school. What was she doing here? Whatever, no time for questions. I took my seat and listened to Mrs. Rossati talk about her rules and expectations, etc. If all she ever did was talk, this was going to be a long year.

"Goodness, she acts like we're 7 not 17," whispers a voice to my right. I turn to see Whitney's eyes fixed on me, waiting for a response.

"Oh, yeah totally!" I know what your thinking, that's the best you can do? But I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to that. Whitney laughs and tells me to eat lunch with her. I'm in shock, but some how agree. I guess this day is gonna get a little better.

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