Season Girl //SOON TO BE DELETED//

Chapter 1

Autumn's POV

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Today is my last day of Marches High.

Tomorrow morning I'm catching the plane out of here to Australia.

It's a long way away from the little apartment I share with my dad in Brighton. We live in England, in case you're wondering.

Dad works for this really big computer wares company, and he got a really big promotion a few weeks ago. It's means we will have more money for lots of different things, and dad gets his own office at the company.

The thing is, that the promoted company is in Australia.

So that's why we have to move.

Personally I can't wait.

I can have the biggest fresh start possible.

You see in those America movies about teenagers changing their whole lives around when they discover they have a long lost twin, or that their mum dies or something.

My mum has already died, so I guess that's why I added that bit about in the movies how their mum's die.

She died in a car crash, 3 years ago when I was 12.

She was driving home from shopping in the new shopping centre, twenty minutes away from our house. Her sister, Amanda (my auntie) was texting her about some stupid gossip and my mum leaned over to turn her phone off. She took her eyes off the road for about two seconds, and BAM, a truck appears out of no where and she crashes into the back of it.

The truck driver was OK, so was his cargo, with only a few dents in the back of his truck. I can't believe that he didn't get injured, when I lost the most important person in the world to me, right then in the time frame of about two seconds.

But enough with the sad stuff, it's making me cry on my homework, which I am currently doing on the bus.

Behind me, Ethan, possibly the most annoying boy in the school, was pulling on my hair.

"Stop it," I groaned at him, turning around in my seat, wiping the tears from eyes.

"Did I make you cry, Autumn?" Ethan mocked annoyingly.

"No," I answered, "I wasn't crying."

"Sure sure, crybaby," Ethan taunted, flicking my hair around.

I brushed my hair over my shoulder and firmly pulled my jumper up over my shoulders.

Ethan leaned over the seat and grabbed my homework from the lap.

"Stop!" I cried, making a lunge for my book.

Ethan threw my book over my head, and somebody caught it.

"Pass it here," I heard someone yell, holding their hands up.

My homework book flew over my head, sheets fluttering out onto the floor, where they were promptly stood on.

I caught a glimpse of my homework book up the back of the bus, with the 'popular people' reading through it, copying the answers into their own workbooks.

When they finished, they threw my book out of the back of the bus window.

I closed my eyes and waited for the tears to come.

I walked shakily to the front of the bus, and asked the driver to stop.

He grumpily pulled over on the side of the road while I ran out to get my book.

I turned my back and bent down to pick up my muddy stapled book out of the gutter, when I heard the bus pull out.

A thump behind me told me that at least Ethan had thought in consideration that I might need my bag with me while I waited for my dad to pick me up.

I picked up my bag, stuffing my books inside, as I watched from the side of the road my bus speeding away.

I walked up to the nearest house and knocked on their door. An old lady answered.

"Excuse me ma'am, can I please use your phone to call my father? I have missed my bus with no way to get to school," I said in my best grown up polite voice. It's the voice I use when I talk to adults.

"Of course, dear. But would you mind telling me what a 'phone' is?" She answered, the wrinkled lines on her face told me she was confused on why a red-headed, teenage girl dressed in a school uniform was doing on her doorstep.

"Don't worry, I'll walk to school," I replied with a sigh, shifting my bag onto my other shoulder. I turned to leave.

"Nonsense, dear. I'm happy to drive you," she smiled, wrapping her dressing gown cord tightly around her plump waist.

"Really, I don't mean to trouble you-" I started.

"It's no trouble, honest, dear. I'm heading into town anyway, I can drop you off."

"Umm, OK. Thanks."

This was really awkward.

"Let me just get my mac and trolley and I'll be right with you, dear."

The old lady went inside, leaving me standing on her doorstep.

This is how I ended up getting a ride to school from a strange old lady.

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