Chapter One- New Beginnings.
"Sandra, get your ass down here right now or you'll be late for your first day!" my mom shouts at the top of her lungs from downstairs. I sigh. I am starting 11th grade in a brand new school where I know nobody. This is my idea of hell. I reluctantly drag on my clothes and quickly brush my hair. I pause and look at myself in the mirror. My brown matted hair is loosely hanging on my shoulders, my light blue eyes are puffy and my skin is pale and patchy with dried make up that I did not bother to remove the night before. "Ewww" I mumble to myself while looking at my face in the mirror .By looking at me you would think I was just a normal girl with an average height, an average weight and with average looks but If you knew the year I had last year you would be shocked. I quickly apply some of my foundation and pencil on some eye liner. It doesn't really make much of a difference but at least it takes the paleness of my skin away. I brush my hair through once and grab my school bag and run down the stairs.
After the events of what happened in my old school last year, Mom decided it would be best if we moved away and tried to start a new life, where nobody knew about me and where nobody knew what happened. So thats what we did! We moved 200 miles across America for a fresh start! Its just me and my mom in my family now. My father is alive but he is not even worth mentioning. I swallow down my breakfast quickly and give my mom a kiss on the cheek. "Bye mom" I say trying to sound cheer full but failing miserably. "Look honey, nobody could blame you for being nervous. You are starting in a new school where you know nobody! And after everything that happened last year you must be scared of what people might think when you tell them what happened?" she asked while staring at me worriedly. My mom is one of those people that by looking at them you think they are stuck-up and posh but in reality they are down to earth and loving. She stares at me with her beady eyes and I cannot help feeling sorry for her. "Mom, I told you this before. I am not going to tell anybody anything about what happened! They would think I am a freak and the last thing I want is to be sitting by myself in the cafeteria everyday again!" I shout without releasing. My mom looks back at me clearly startled. "Okay, honey. But remember to just be yourself and relax! Nobody is going to find out anything if you do not want them to!" she says calmly. Its in moments like this that I am so grateful to have her. I walk over to her and embrace her slight frame. I love my mom for all she has done for me in the past year. I would not have been able to get through it without her.
I walk through to door of Countville High school trying to look calm and collected when in actual fact I am having an internal panic attack. Who the hell am I going to talk to? I am in 11th grade! Everybody probably has their groups by now and I am just going to be walking around like a loner for the rest of my time here! I walk casually to the reception desk and I receive my timetable and my locker number. I start walking towards my locker when I see dark haired guy walk down the hall. He is wearing blue denim jeans with a tight fitting leather jacket. His waving brown hair sways from side to side as he walks past. I find myself staring at him with my mouth wide open."He is gorgeous" I whisper to myself. "Yes, yes he is. And he is a total prick," a voice comes from behind me. I turn around to face a tall,slim black haired girl with large brown glasses and freckles. I suddenly go red. "Am, I was not talking about that guy.. I was talking about... that other guy over there," I say trying to defend myself while pointing to some random guy across the hall. "No you were not. You were talking about Austin. He is the good looking guy in the leather jacket, right?" she replies confidently as she knows that she is clearly right. "Okay...maybe I was..." I say shyly while looking at my feet. The girl grabs my timetable. "Yay! Your in my English class! Lets go!" She grabs my arm and we begin to walk to class together. I smile. Maybe this fresh start will work out well after all.
