Rachel lives in a town where everyone has the same power, everyone can see everyone's death dates, except for their own. So when she moves, she is one of the few with the power. She finds Leo, the guy of her dreams. Everything is perfect to her exce...
I push my arms into my jacket sleeves, forcefully. Today is Friday, which is a day away from us moving. My dad, sister and I are moving away from the small town of Greenfield, Wisconsin, into the smaller town of Houston, Texas. The move is huge and stressful, just looking around at all of the boxes packed with our stuff is exhausting. I pull on my hat, sling my backpack over my shoulder, and walk out the door into the brittle, cold day. The wind is blowing hard, almost to where if I let it, it could take me away. I walk to the car, the doors unlocked. My sister always leaves the doors unlocked for me in the mornings, just so then I can get warm or cool down, instead of waiting for her to unlock the doors later. I get in and buckle my seat belt. I pull out my phone, and type in the pass code. I tap on my social media apps, checking for followers, likes, or comments. I'm actually pretty popular on social media, with an amount of over one thousand followers.
I hear the front door close, and rapid footsteps soon follow. Libby hops into the car, huffing and puffing. She calms down, and buckles her seat belt. Libby looks over at me, her cheeks red from the cold. She pushes a piece of almond colored hair, that has strayed out of her messy bun, out of her face. Libby has never needed makeup, she's a natural beauty. But she insists on putting a little bit on, saying "so I don't look like I just woke up." Although she doesn't want to look like she just rolled out of bed, she wears sweats almost everyday. Her hair is always in an updo, and she can pull it off well.
Libby puts the car in reverse, and pulls out of the driveway. She picks up her IPod and plays some band I've never heard of. She drums her fingers on the steering wheel and hums the melody. We drive down the road in almost silence, so I put in my earbuds. I play some Twenty One Pilots songs, and start singing the melody. I get into the music, letting Tyler surround me, go through me. I feel the car jerk to a stop, and my sister looks over at me. She smiles.
"I never knew you could sing like that," she says, "you should try out for choir sometime."
I shake my head. She sighs.
"You're always so quiet, never wanting to anything," she says with a smile, "why is that?"
I shrug. I know exactly why, it's very simple: I don't like to do stuff in front of people. I am severely anxious, and I have panic attacks pretty frequently.
We get out of the car, and walk into the school. We talk for a little bit, and then we go our separate ways. People bump into me in the hallway as I walk to my first class.
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I walk into German class, and drop my bag onto the floor beside me. I sit in the back of the class, which is nice. I pull out the homework from last night, and wait for the rest of the my classmates to come in. Slowly but surely, people trickle into the classroom, heaving themselves into their seats. Almost all of them pull out their homework, and look at the board for the answers. Today is different though, there are no answers on the board. Some people comment stuff under their breath, and wait for the teacher to show up. A few seconds later, Ms. Little stumbles in, making sure not to drop any of the papers or her coffee mug.
