Island.

Chapter 3

Three.

I woke up with my eyes still closed, hoping that the events of yesterday never happened. But when I opened my eyes, I found that I was in an enormous room, with walls still bare and draws still empty. I was in a room that was supposed to feel like it belonged to me. But there was no sense of home anywhere. I got up with the heaviest feeling in my chest, thinking that it probably never would feel like home.

When I arrived downstairs, I found that my parents had added to the walls pictures of me from my baby days to my softball phase, along with the paintings that were already here. Yeah, I was obsessed with the sport a while back.

 I wandered around, taking the atmosphere in. It was so different. Everything was. The weird sounds of various birds and animals, the all too vibrant colors of the flowers, and the Sun, which was always so bright. Perhaps brighter than I ever saw it.

This house was so much bigger than all the houses I have ever lived in. Complete with about five bathrooms and eight bedrooms, including the one in the attic. I felt like I was in some disguised hotel where various guests would be staying, as I saw several maids tend to various activities around the house.

I wandered into the kitchen, which looked more like a dining room by the size of it, and found my parents sipping their morning coffee. They looked so normal and at ease. Usually someone’s pager went off and they would go scurrying around, franticly searching for their keys, dropping toast onto the table and giving rushed goodbyes.

 But today, they were sitting comfortably with their coffee and breakfast, and it looked like they had all the time in the world to just sit there and enjoy it. It was all so different.

My dad glanced over to where I stood

“Ava! Morning love.” He said in his rather heavy Irish accent. He seemed happier today, with his eyes as bright as the sun.

“Honey, don’t just stand there”, my mom chuckled.

“Have some breakfast.” She said with the happiest voice ever. She was glowing, as if she’d sat in the morning sun and had a tan. What was with them? Surely this place couldn’t have changed their whole demeanor so quickly.

“Sure mom.” I mumbled.

Taking a seat, I glanced at the pile of papers on the table she was reading. They all had pictures of a little house looking structure. What was that?

“Oh, we were going to tell you yesterday when we got here, but we decided to wait.” She said.

Something was off about her tone. She didn’t sound as happy as before.

“We enrolled you into school. You’ll be going to Moanalua High School, and you start today…” She let the sentence hang in the air.

Wow, so I couldn’t even get one day? I had to relive my most hated moments sooner than I expected. I could only hope I wasn’t called ‘alien’ for my accent this time.

“What ever,” I mumbled under my breath. I just gave her the general ‘nod’ and grabbed a piece of French toast before I  headed back up to my room.

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Moanalua High was totally different from the schools I was used to seeing. It was a small building structure, and I was told only about 500 students attended. I was supposed to act normal. What ever that was, and try to fit in.

I was supposed to share with these strangers, memories of the past. Of places that I’ve lived and people that I’ve met. Just cause they were curious. And I was supposed to do it over and over again because of the six different classes that I’d have for the day.

This was going to be fun.

We pulled up in front of the house. I called it a house because it wasn’t a normal school. It looked more like a hut, but only larger and I saw the native kids walking around freely. Their shiny black hair and perfectly tanned skin was the only thing that caught my eye. I would definitely stand out, with my pale skin and long, dark brown hair. Not to mention my accent.

“Maybe classes already started.” I told my mom who was already shaking her head.

“We just got here. And class doesn’t begin for another twenty minutes.” she said.
 Someone did their research. I grunted in annoyance.

I stepped glumly out of the car and started trekking up the steps when I saw him. He was alone, sitting in the grass in a secluded area, isolated from everyone else. He made me curious because everyone, and I mean everyone was either on a phone or talking with someone else.

But he just sat there, looking perfectly content, staring at the ocean which wasn’t too far. His posture was straight, and I could see his shiny black hair pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes never moved from the beach, his lips moved ever so slightly, as if he were saying something, or maybe… singing to himself.
He was the picture of beautiful.

I couldn’t help but notice how everyone were so very far from him. Its like there was an invisible barrier between him and the rest of the student body. I hadn’t realized that I stopped walking when I saw my mother a few steps ahead of me, walking into the school.

“Ava?” I heard my mom call. Her voice snapped me back to reality and how much I was actually dreading this.

I turned towards the door letting out a sigh before I walked in.

Life’s a bitch, I thought before I followed my mom into the school.

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These chapters are so short, because this story is from my account on Booksie. Sorry if it seems like its moving slow, the story is one of those slow- moving ones lol :)