Little Girls

Bree

It was the second week of high school. Well ninth grade to be exact, and of course I was the new kid. My old school was only a hour drive away from here, which I guess is pretty far but to some people we were still to close to that awful city. Some of those people were my mom. She hated Seattle with all her heart, so she forced us to move out here. And when I say us I mean me, my mom, and Mason my older brother. My mom and dad just got divorced, but we all stayed on pretty good terms. Which was good because me and my dad had this special bond. Good thing he wasn't too far. He lived back in Seattle. Back where all my friends are, back home.

"Hey Bree , what do you think about this," my moms eyes stared at the mirror she was in front of.

"It looks amazing, but I'm gonna be late if we don't hurry."

She rolled her eyes and zipped up her dress. I swear sometimes she has the attitude of a four year old.

"Are you guys coming or not!" My brother yelled from downstairs.

My mom and I ran down stairs to the car and drove off. We didn't want to be late in the first day after all.

As moms car drove into the parking spot at school, we all jumped out ready to make our first impression. Students stared at us as we walked in. Was it obvious we were new. My eyes faced the floor as we made our way to the office.

"Hi these are my kids, Brenda Demins and Mason Demins. Today's their first day.

"Oh yes, here's their schedules, feel free to walk them to class if you want to," quickly after the lady went right back to work.

Mom turned to us,"I have work, are you guys gonna be fine by yourselves?"

We both nodded, and with that she was off. I turned around to talk to Mason but he was gone. I sighed as I walked to class, yay high school.

"Class listen up," my teacher, Mr. Ford cleared his voice. "We have a new student with us, her name's Brenda, um you can take the empty seat next to Courtney. Courtney raise your hand."

I grabbed my things and went to go sit next to Courtney.

"Brenda's such an old name, anything else I can call you," she was chewing gum, and looked bored as if she had no intention to learn today. Which I'm sure she didn't.

"I go by Bree," my voice was soft, softer then I thought it was gonna be.

"Wha-,"

"Bree, you can call me Bree."

"Cool," after she spoke she turned to her friend, they gossiped all through class. I was so thrilled to hear that Carly puked on her cousins boyfriends shoes during the assembly last Thursday.

After the bell rang I ran out of that class, determined to get to my next class early. Bang.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I should pay more attention to where I'm going, I'm such a cults."

I looked up at the feminine voice that knocked me right to the ground. It was a really pretty girl. She was tall with a build of a swimmer, and she had perfect curls of strawberry blonde hair that fell just above her shoulders. Her eyes were a hazel color and her nose small and turned up, but not to much.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it was my fault," I stood up and dusted of my pants.

"I'm Haley by the way," she stuck out her hand.

"Bree," I shook it.

"See you around Bree," her voice lingered even after she left. It was the sweetest voice I ever heard.