You Have My Heart | AL Fanfic

Chapter 6

~Anissa's POV~

I woke up sometime near 6:30 A.M. with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Today was Monday, and I'd be starting school at my new high school. My mom told me that school didn't start until 7:45, which meant I still had over a hour left. Seeing that there was no way that'd I get even a second more of rest, I got out of bed, and sleepily walked to my closet.

Back home, I'd usually wear a short sleeved shirt, shorts or some leggings, and -vuala-, outfit complete. But with a quick glance out the window at the wet covered ground, and the cool breeze that blew in from my slightly opened window, I knew I'd need something warmer. Nashville was definitely no Phoenix in the late fall time, but because of my trips up North to visit family members in Arizona, I thankfully had warmer clothes to wear.

In the end, I settled on a long sleeved, maroon colored shirt, black jeans, and my black and white vans. Regarding my appearance in the mirror on my closet door, I thought about how I'd do my hair. Too lazy to curl or straighten it, and not having the patience to do any type of braid, I ran a comb through it, and let it fall loose down my back and shoulders.

My jacket laid strewn across my unmade bed as I stared out the window. Maya would had pouted at the sight of a stormy morning. Saying that it was nothing but cold wet raindrops would have that continuously bombarded her as she was walking through the rain. Jacob and Clover would have run through it though, screaming in delight as they did. I must have stood there watching drop after drop fall for a long time, because the sky outside had lightened slightly, the sun peeking out through the grey clouds without me even realizing.

Just then a knock came at my bedroom door. "Anissa, honey, are you up?" My mother's voice came from the other side. I jumped at the sound of her voice, yanked out of my thoughts.

"Yeah," I answered, "Come in." My mom walked in fully dressed, and carrying a steaming mug in her hand.

She pressed it gently into my hands, and the smell of warm cocoa drifted up from it. "Here, it's nearly 7:15. You should eat breakfast," she advised me. I nodded in agreement, and followed her downstairs into the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table, my mom placed a plate of waffles in front of me.

"Eat up," she told me, "You have a long day ahead of you!"

I groaned. "Ugh, don't remind me." She laughed, and my dad strode in at that moment. "Morning kiddo," he said, kissing my forehead. "Hey, Dad," I replied, picking up my fork.

I spent most of breakfast eating, and occasionally looking at my phone to read the tons of texts I had gotten from Clover and Maya. My dad and mom and accompanied me, but they were busy talking about grown up stuff for me to bother listening. When I finished eating, I washed my dish, smiling at Maya's last text to me before she'd gone to bed.

"We should get going" my mother said, seeing the time, "We only have 15 minutes left." I hurried upstairs to grab my coat, and backpack. Since the principal hadn't sent me my schedule in the mail, I didn't have any books or a computer. Apparently, all that was going to be given to me today. My mom and I each hugged my dad goodbye, before leaving the kitchen.

Once in the car, I looked curiously at my mother. "So, what's the name of my new school," I asked.

"Holy Oaks. Supposedly it's one of the best schools in state." I grinned, imagining an entire building filled with super smart, well educated students. Yup, nothing like being the new girl in high school. I found myself not dreading my first day at Holy Oaks, but fearing the looks and whispers of other students. I shook my head, clearing my mind from those types of thoughts.

When we pulled up to the school, it was 7:42. I peered up at the two story brick building in aw. Taking in the sight of it all. The path leading up to the front steps was lined with two huge concrete flower pots on either side, filled with purple, white and soft pink flowers. "This is my new school?" I asked in amazement. My mom chuckled softly behind me, and I placed a hand on the car door handle. "Good luck, Sweetie," she said, hugging me quickly.