My Hometown

First Day of School

My name is Cora Lowell.  I was born in Colorado Springs, Colorado.  When I was three I moved.  First to Phoenix, Arizona.  Then to Utah, New Mexico, California, and then finally Florida.  Florida was far away from the other.  Really far.  I stayed there for 5 years.  The longest I've stayed in a place.  Usually I stay a year or two.  

I'm 17 years old.  A junior in high school.  I have dirty blonde hair.  Am 5'11.  My eyes are light blue.  I'm a musician.  I play a lot of instruments.  Guitar, trumpet, piano, clarinet, saxophone, and tuba.  

I thought Florida would be a permanent home.  You know at least until I went to college.  But no. My parents decided to go to our "hometown."  We moved there just about when junior year was starting.  In fact it had already started in Colorado.  When we got there they were already a month in.  Moving wasn't the hardest thing.  I felt like I had done it a million times before.  When I got to Colorado I recognized nothing, which wasn't that surprising since I was only three when I left.  

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It was the first day of school, well for me, and I woke up feeling annoyed.  Why did I have to go make new friends, a month in from school.  I had the same feeling I had had so many times before.  Being in a completely new environment, forced to make new friends, and feeling completely lost.  I sighed and picked out some clothes.  I chose out a loose surfing shirt I got from the beach and a some blue skinny jeans.  I put my hair up in a pony tail.  With my hair being naturally wavy I looked like a surfer girl, which I was when I lived by a beach.  I put on blue converse.  I ran downstairs to get some breakfast.  

"Good morning Cora."  Said my dad who had a suite on for work.

"Morning."  I said and poured myself some corn flakes.

"Good luck at school today."

"Thanks dad."  I managed a smile.  I always tried to stay positive with my parents. I didn't want to give them any trouble.  "I'm going to head out."

I ran outside with my backpack slung around my shoulder.  And started my car.  I got it for my 17th birthday.  It was hard to move with.  I had to drive it all the way from Florida and I almost regretted getting it.  It was a dark blue mazda 3.  I arrived at my school and parked as close to the front of school as I could.  I looked over my schedule again.  I had science first.  There were kids everywhere talking to each other.  There were couples.  I saw some people kiss.  I bit my lip.  When would the bell ring?  I walked through the hallway until I found my locker.  I opened it up.  It was empty of course.  I pulled stuff out from my backpack and put my books in there.  After a few more minutes the bell rang.  I looked at my schedule.  It was in the B hall.  I was halfway across from it. I picked up my backpack and rushed across the hall.  There were hand made signs of clubs you could join.  At least 5 minutes had passed.  How long was passing period?  And then the bell rang.  I was right outside my class and I quickly sat down in an empty seat. 

"Good morning everyone.  Today we have a new student.  Her name is Cora Lowell.  Could you stand up."  Said the teacher with a smile.  I sighed and stood up.  Some kids waved or said hi.  The kid next to me completely ignored me.  But after the somewhat awkward introduction we started our lesson.  

We were almost done with the class and the teacher was asking questions from the lesson.  Most people got a question.  I didn't the whole time.  Then she was asking a question and no one could answer it.  

"Hunter can you answer the question?"  The boy next to me looked up.  It looked like he had been drawing something.  He had messy dark brown hair.  was wearing a red hoodie and jeans.  He turned his notebook over, put down his hood and faced the teacher.  

"Why would he know.  He hadn't been paying attention the whole class."  Said a kid.

Hunter stood up and walked over to the white board.  He grabbed a marker and started writing.  He did an equation on the board.  I'm not sure why because we weren't' in math.  When he finished he circled his answer, put his hood back on, and walked back to his seat.

"Good job Hunter.  That is correct."  Said the teacher. I saw a smirk on his face.  Before the teacher could ask anymore questions the bell rang.  

A/N:  How was the first chapter.  If you bother to read this story I hope you like it.

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                                              -Miranda :)