School had come too quickly for my liking. We had first arrived in the city on a Thursday, and Pete and Patrick let me veto school on Friday. Now, it's Monday. A whole four days of fun times and room organization leading up to now. Sitting in the passenger seat of Pete's car, him sitting behind the steering wheel as I stare up at the taunting building with the obnoxiously bright letters that spelled out: Mariposa High
I blink a couple of times at the words. Its nearly December, but L.A. is no where near winter weather. The sky is a bit bleak and the trees rustle a little with the wind, but that's about it. I let out a heavy sigh and look over a Pete in one last fatal attempt to get out of this.
"Before you say it, yes you have to go to school." He gives me a stern look, to which I pout. I look over that the digital clock. 8:27. Damn.
"Have to, have to?" He nods and I let out another exaggerated sigh.
"It won't be that bad. Remember to check in with the office first, ok Luce." I nod and start to pry open the car door. "Oh, and Lucy?"
"What?" I pause, backpack halfway on my shoulder.
"Knock 'em dead." He grins, a dad sort of grin and I just shake my head as I wish him a good day and slam the door. He doesn't drive off until I've reached the top of the steps in front of the school. Then, I look back and give him a look that says, Ok, go before you embarrass me. I can almost hear his chuckle as he guns it down the street, off to whatever it is that people like Pete do on Mondays.
I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the worst as I open the door to my new school.
I'm pleasantly surprised when I first notice a grey carpeted hall. A nice change from the harsh linoleum you usually get. I look around for a moment, there's large framed bulletin boards on either side of me, they showcase the weeks activities that I really couldn't care less about. I do notice the walls are a creamy color, painted over brick. That's something I've noticed in almost every school I've attended. There's only been about five in total, counting this one, to be fair.
As I continue my journey down the halls of Mariposa High School I begin my search for the main office. The hall veers off to my right, or goes straight, and there's double doors to my left. I opt for the right because all I can see ahead is a teacher's lounge. As I turn the corner though, I nearly run straight into a kid that towers a good foot and a half above me.
"Whoa, sorry 'bout that." I shake my head and start to tell him it's fine, but something about me must give away a lost vibe. "Hey, are you new?" I give a tentative nod.
"Uh, yeah, I am. I'm actually looking for the office." He gives me a smile and starts to point out directions.
"Just go down the hall and to the right- I'll just go with you. I'm an office aid first period anyway." We start off down the hall side by side, him trying to make small talk. I mostly give him short answers, not really one for small talk, who cares about the damn weather anyway? Instead I study his appearance, sandy blonde hair hidden beneath a beanie. His eyes are a blue-grey color and his rumpled T-shirt and jean look reminds me of a surfer.
Eventually we reach the office, he taps the front desk to get the attention of the secretary seated there. "Hey, Mrs. Aron." He gives her a charming grin.
"What can I help you with, Rory?" She places her manicured hands on the desk, looking up at the boy.
"This is... Uh, crap what's your name?" He looks over at me for a moment before I register that he's talking to me.
"Oh, uh, Lucy. Crowley." I add the last part as a second thought, we had yet to change my last name.
"Oh Lucy!" She exclaims, hopping out of her chair and rustling some papers in front of her. "I have a freshman on her way right now to give you a tour. Are you being nice to this girl on her first day, Rory?"
Rory holds up his palms in defense. "I've been a saint." With one last smile and a wink in Mrs. Aron's direction, he disappears into one of the back rooms.
"You can take a seat dear, you're guide won't be here for another minute or so." I nod and take my place in one of the padded chairs, fishing my phone from my pocket as I go.
It's 8:31 now, I guess I hadn't heard the bell. I click onto my messages, not really intending text anyone, just needing something to kill time. As the app loads up though, a message from Echo comes through.
From: Echo
I know you're probably in school by now but I wanna hear all about your day when you get home. Skype?
I don't respond, instead looking up and powering off my phone as a girl around my age comes through the office door. She adjusts her braid on her shoulder for a moment before looking at Mrs. Aron.
"Hi, Mrs. Aron. Is the new girl here yet?" The secretary nods down at me. "Oh, sorry, I didn't you there." She laughs at herself for a moment, then looks back at the desk. I stand up and try not to stand too close to her. She seems to have one of those I'm-really-cool-and-you're-not vibes, you know what I mean?
"Lucy, this is Alyssa. Alyssa, Lucy." Alyssa turns to me.
"Lyssa is what most people call me." She informs. I nod, feeling intimidated in her presence. She's dressed in an over-sized shirt that she's got tucked into a black skirt. Black decorated tights cover her legs down to combat boots, and her braid is a dyed shade of burgundy. In short, I feel a little underdressed in my black jeans and Halsey sweater.
"Alright girls, you have till third period until you're expected in class. Use your time well." She gives Lyssa a look, but she just waves it off, ushering me out of the office.
"C'mon, Lucy. We won't get in that much trouble, will we?" She gives me a devilish grin, one that makes me want to get into trouble with not just anyone, something tells me the kind of trouble you get into with Lyssa is the good kind.
So I return her smile and let her lead me off down the halls of my new school. I feel an aching in my heart for Seattle, but the kind of sensation you get from a roller coaster in my stomach as I look at Lyssa. Maybe this school won't be so bad.
Wow, super inspiration, like I wrote this super fast. Very proud of myself.
Also, there is now one hundred reads on the prologue which is crazy to me.
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