"No,no,no!" , I scream at everyone in the house. Which is just my parents and I , but whatever.
"I am going to stay RIGHT here!" I pause for a breath and seizing the moment, my mom patiently tries to calm me down(unsuccessfully).
"Baby, it's not in our hands" ,she says, "A transfer is a transfer. Can't help it."
Yeah right. Transfer my foot. I'm outraged as hell. Why must I have to leave all my friends? My more-than-amazing school , my oh-so-fetch best friend ( Her name is Liz, btw) and Noel and my perf room and --- Oh god. I'll keep on ranting forever.
And then it gets too much for me. I burst into tears right on the spot, and collapse on the nearest chair. Yes, okay, I am way too sentimental. I admit it. Don't judge me though, I can't help it. *sighs awkwardly* I cry and cry and cry , aware of the fact that they're staring blankly at me, resuming my frustrated shouting.
"I was going to be team captain! The Homecoming is approaching, too ! We had made so manyyyyyy plans!!!! And it's all ruined! I hate my life! Why does it always have to be me? And -"
"STOP IT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!"
Whoa. I am startled. Of course. My dad can shut me up any time. And then he calms down. He speaks in a softer tone, and reaches out to cup my chin in his hands, but I duck hastily and run, and lock myself in my room , and start crying as horribly as I can. From a distance I hear my mom shouting "The ending is just a new beginning, hon! "
*****
I grab my iPod, put on my headphones, scroll through my fav playlist, put it on shuffle, turn up he volume and finally pick up my all time favorite book, City Of Heavenly Fire. But for the first time ever , I can't concentrate. Not on the plot, which I have on my tips, not on the evergreen hot looks of Jace Herondale, I just can't.
Oh, wait. In all of this, I forgot to introduce myself.
I'm Melanie Hale, 16, Grade 11. Blue eyes, Wavy, curly sort- of -faded brown ombre hair , blah blah. And I'm about to leave my hometown, New Jersey , and go to someplace God-Knows-Where. Oh, And my life currently S-U-C-K-S (in shouty capitals).
Suddenly, I realize that Counting Stars has stopped blearing in my ears, and someone is trying to call me. I lazily look at the caller id, and ... It's Noel. My sweet, perfect boyfriend. No, Correction. "Ex- Boyfriend." Why did we ever break up? This stupid transfer. I pick up. I really need to talk to someone.
We talk for about twenty minutes, and he tries to comfort me, and he does improve my mood a teensy tiny bit. Because...Well he always does. And then he has to leave, for that tuition of his. We decide to meet at school the next day.
And then I start daydreaming..
Ah, Noel..
Where to begin our story?
It all started on the 14 of November......
