Breaking The Ice

Lincoln Costed Everyone Essays

(A/N) Hey readers, so this is my first ever story and I hope you will enjoy it! Please vote and comment and tell your friends. Any questions you can drop it at the comment box, I don't bite.

There's a picture of Rebecca Fischer on the side, hope you can see it...this thing is kinda new to me.

Okay so now on with the story, to infinity and beyond!

Chapter 1

'You've got your books?'

'Yes, mum.' I shook my bag pack slightly, rolling my eyes. For the past half hour, my mum had been bombarding me with questions like "Got your tie?", "Brushed your teeth yet?", "Is that chocolate on your blazer?". I wasn't five, yeesh. I felt like I was the Green Pig and mum was the Angry Birds. 'Alright, can we go? I don't want to be late on my first day.' I muttered, tapping my black sneakers on the porch.

Mum came bustling along, holding a camera. 'Hang on. We can't forget your first day of school, looking smart in your uniform. Say cheese!' She snapped a photo while I was yawning midway. I got a little dazed from the sudden flash. 'Aw, just look at you.' She cooed, showing me the picture. Great, I looked like some half-witted lion. Smart, yeah right.

Suffice to say, I had one of those really embarrassing mothers. Sometimes I wish I could dig a whole and bury her underneath, hide her from the world and save myself from all the humiliation. Just kidding! I do love her to bits.

'Come on.' I groaned, hiking up my bag and jumping into the car. Mum mumbled about something outside the car before silently sliding onto the driver seat.

Throughout the whole car ride, I could only sum it up with two words. Awk-ward. I tried my best to stare out of the window and not scowl at every passerby. I even hated the sign "Maybrooks". Ever since moving from New York to Maybrooks, I couldn't help but feel like my life was ruined. My life was superb, okay maybe not...but it was better than what I was going through now. I had friends in my old school and it took me a hell lot of time just to adapt. Kim and Georgia, my besties, promised to keep in touch. Starting over was the one thing I really sucked at. Why was it that dad wanted to move in the first place? It wasn't like he came home often.

'Sweetie, you okay?' Mum asked quietly, watching me from the corner of her eyes while driving. 'We said we're sorry.' Sorry just didn't cut it. 'What can I do to make it up to you?'

Yeah, buy me an RV so I can travel around America and become a hippie that yells "peace!" to everyone. Or better still, invent rocket-powered jet boosters that can shoot me up to space where I shall meet alien friends and they shall crown me their queen. 'Take me back to New York.' I said dryly, knowing what her reply would be. It always started with a sigh.

Mum sighed.

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel - she hated this conversation. 'Ever since your grandparents passed away, your dad wanted to be closer to them. He is going through a hard time right now. You can't blame him for it. But this is the place where he grew up as a kid. You'll come to like it in time. Just give this place a chance. Grin and bear. Maybrooks is a lovely place.' She frowned and blared the horns as a black car swerved in front of hers quite suddenly. I sucked in my cheeks and waited as a string of profanities spilled from her mouth. 'We're here.' Mum announced and pulled on the brakes.

My parents insisted on giving the best education and so they enrolled me in the finest private school there is in Maybrooks. I mean they could since they could afford it. My dad is a lawyer after all, money was never a problem. I don't know, maybe I just had the impression that private school kids are snobs. And private schools came with their preppy uniforms - white button-down shirt, navy blue blazer, a green-and-white striped tie, black pleated skirts for girls, black trousers for boys and black shoes.