The Little Hansen

The First Day

I'm Elizabeth. I'm 14 years old and I have social anxiety, just like my older brother Evan. Except mine is worse. I don't even talk at all. Well I talk to Evan. When Evan and I are talking to each other it's like there's nothing wrong with us. I go to therapy too like Evan but it doesn't help cuz I don't talk. He talks to the therapist more than me. I have to write letters just like him but mine don't say much:

Dear Elizabeth Hansen,
      Today is going to be a good day and here's why. Why is it going to be a good day? It's never a good day.
                                 Sincerely,
                                                  Me

I'm starting high school this year so that's great. Evan is going to be a senior so we will only go to high school together for one year. So we'll only have people to sit with at lunch for one year. After this year Evan goes off to college, if we can even afford it. The thing is my dad left when I was four, so ten years ago. And my mom doesn't get paid a lot of money. Right now she's a nurse and she's going to law school at night. She never really home so it's just Evan and I most of the time. Neither of us order food cuz let's face it, it's hard ya we may be able to order online but you have to talk to the delivery person when they bring the food, then you have to stand there awkwardly while they count the change.

Sometimes I feel like my mom doesn't even realize I'm here. Like all she ever thinks about is Evan. That's probably one of the reasons I have such bad S.A. (social anxiety). That's probably enough about me. Oh wait, almost forgot to mention. I don't look like my mom or brother, some people think I'm adopted. I have strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. My mom has dirty blonde hair and Evan has blue eyes and brown hair.

Anyways let's get this story started.

It was the first day of school. I changed into a light pink t-shirt and jean shorts. I grabbed my backpack and walked to the kitchen and sat down in front of a bowl of cereal, next to my brother, without a word. (The kitchen isn't very far from my small bedroom). My brother smiled at me as I started eating.

"Have you guys written your letters yet? 'Dear Evan Hansen. Dear Elizabeth Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here's why.'" My mom asked us.

"I started one. I'll finish it at school," Evan said then looked at me.

I looked up at him, he's only 3 inches taller than me, as if to say same.

"Hey Evan," my mom said to break the silence. "You should go around and ask the other kids to sign your cast, how about that? That would be the perfect icebreaker, wouldn't it?"

"Perfect," Evan said sarcastically.

"I'm proud of you already."

"Oh. Good," Evan said in the same tone he used before.

Mom turned to me, "you ready for your first day of high school?"

I shrugged. She didn't except me to really say anything.

She looked up at the clock. "You two should be on your way." She kissed us each on the head and gave us each a paper bag with leftover pizza from last night.

Evan and I got up and walked out the door to the bus together.

"You ready?" He asked me.

"I guess," I responded. See this is what I'm talking about, when it's just the two of us it seems like nothing is wrong with us, we'll I mean there is. If there wasn't why would we have to take medication every day?

We get on the bus and sit down. I sit next to the window and Evan sits next to me. We both look out the window as we drive by the Murphy's house to pick up some kids in their neighborhood. I don't get why kids in their neighborhood take the bus. Like have you seen the house there? Anyways, when we drive past their house you can see Zoe and Connor get into Zoe's car. Zoe waves at some kids sitting in front of us on the bus with a smile. I see Evan out of the corner of my eye blush and I giggle at him.

Soon we are at school and we got off the bus. We got mixed in with all the other kids at school. In five seconds I couldn't find Evan. I went to go pick up my schedule and find my locker. I had locker 1124. Evan got locker 1126, which was two lockers down from mine. Between us at locker 1125 was a tall kid with long, wavy, brown hair who wore a dark jacket, dark jeans, and had a satchel over his shoulder. On the other side of me, locker 1123, was a girl between mine and Evan's height who had brown hair like the boy standing next to me and was wearing a dark blue shirt, jeans, and had her hair half-up-half-down. After a minute I recognized them. Zoe and Connor Murphy. Evan never talked about Connor but he talks about Zoe sometimes. I went with him last year to see Zoe preform in the jazz band concert.

The first bell rang and I looked down at my schedule, 'Period One: Beginners Jazz Band. Room 158'

I began walking to my class, I'll admit, I got kinda lost but that's fine, it's my first day here.

I walked into class and saw a variety of kids my age and older. At the front was a white dude that looked to be in his early 40's and Zoe Murphy. Wait, Zoe Murphy?! Really?!

The next bell random and everyone took a seat.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Cartillia, I'll be your Jazz Band teacher this year," he turns to Zoe. "And as you probably know, this is Zoe Murphy, she plays the guitar in advanced jazz band," Zoe waves. "So this year we have a few freshman joining our class. How 'bout you introduce yourself to us freshman?" He looks down at a list on his desk. "We should take roll first."

He started calling names in alphabetical order by last names.

"Elizabeth Hansen?"

I rose my hand slightly and he looked around the room for me.

"Elizabeth Hansen?" He repeated louder.

Zoe saw my hand raised and pointed me out to him. He scribbled something on the paper and continued through the list.

A/N: I have more to write but I don't want to make this chapter super long so I'll continue in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy this story.