Wilde

Chimney Rock

***Chapter two, yay! I hope you like it so far :)****

Picture is Jack :)

Jack's POV

    "Are you sure about this?" my aunt asks me.

    "Yeah. I need to get out of the city for a while," I answer, cradling the phone against my ear with my shoulder.

    "Well I would certainly love to see you," Aunt Clara admits, "What time is your flight?"

    I smile to myself as I finish packing my suitcase, "Six o'clock this evening."

    "Alright, I'll be there to pick you up," she says.

    "Thanks Aunt Clara, I'll see you soon," I end the call and slide my phone into my pocket.

    I say goodbye to my parents one last time before dragging my suitcase to the cab waiting outside.  I watch the city go by as the cab moves towards the airport. I know I'll miss it, but I'm sure I'm doing the right thing. The cab ride is relatively short and the next thing I know I'm boarding a plane to Little Rock, Arkansas. My aunt lives in Chimney Rock, but Little Rock is the closest airport.

    I sleep through most of the plane ride. As it begins the final descent, I look out the window and am taken aback by the lack of buildings. Chimney Rock is a small town with a population of two thousand. The high school only as five hundred kids in it.

    After collecting my suitcase I  scan the crowd for my aunt. I spot her, but her back is to me.

    "Aunt Clara," I call to her.

    She turns and quickly wraps me up in a hug, "I'm so happy you're here."

    I smile and follow her to her car. She asks me dozens of questions on the way to her house, so I was thankful when we finally arrived. My room was on the second floor, it used to be my cousin John's room. John had graduated threes prior and was now studying pre-law at Hendrix College in Conway. John and I had been close when were younger, but I haven't really talked to him in the past few years.

    Aunt Clara is sitting at the kitchen table when I come down the stairs.

    "I made some spaghetti for dinner," she says, getting up to prepare me a plate.

    "Thanks," I say earnestly, "I'm starving."

    The pasta is delicious and I do everything I can not to inhale it.

    "I enrolled you at the high school," she tells me, "Tomorrow is the first day, you'll just need to pick up your schedule in the front office."

    I nod, "Did all my credits transfer?"

    "Yes."

    After supper I go back up to my room and get some sleep.

    When I wake up in the morning, I realize I've overslept. It's the first day and I'm already late, I'm off to a great start aren't I? I grab my backpack and head out to the garage. I find a motorcycle with a big red bow on it instead of the station wagon I was expecting. I flip open the white card attached to the bike.

Thought you might need this. Love, Mom and Dad

I smile to myself before ripping off the bow and speeding towards the high school. When I arrive first period is almost over. I hurry to the front office to collect my books and my class schedule.

    "Hello," I say to the receptionist, "I'm new here and need my schedule."

    She smiles at me, "You must be Jackson."

    She hands me a math textbook and a piece of paper.

    I hear the bell ring, signalling first period has ended.

    "Thanks," I say before walking out of the office.

    I slip the book into my bag and study the paper. I missed Economics, now I am headed to statistics. I shove the schedule in my pocket and start moving towards the math wing.

    At lunch, I make friends with a few guys on the football team. I prefer soccer myself, but Chimney Rock doesn't appear to have a soccer team.

    The day progresses quickly and I soon find myself in my last class, English. I take a seat in the back of the room and pop in my ear-buds. I enjoy a few minutes of listening to my music before the teacher, Ms. Kirkmeyer begins calling the roll.

    I look up and respond when I hear my name I glance to my left and happen to see the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She has long light blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and impossibly delicate features. I watch her for a brief moment before redirecting my attention to Ms. Kirkmeyer.

    School ends and I stroll out to the parking lot. It doesn't take me long to reach my motorcycle and quickly speed away from the school. When I arrive home I mess around on my phone for a bit before completing my statistics homework. However, I find my mind is more interested in focusing on the girl I saw in English today. I wish I knew her name. Maybe I would ask her tomorrow.