'Don't cause a scene Alli. Just.. breathe. Breatheeee....' So I did. One long, sharp breath in, which ultimately felt like someone was using my lungs as a pincushion. I've had asthma since the 2nd grade. And I practically came out of the whom with anxiety. The two work together like a superhero team, unfortunately for me. First, I start panicking over something that really isn't a big deal, and second I forget to breathe or start breathing too much, and third my chest just starts burning from lack of oxygen. So yea, that was happening now. Because of well- school. And you're probably thinking, "Wow she's really overreacting it's just school," Right? Well, the situation is more complicated than that. But let's just say the basics, I moved from new york, to here, in california. And now i'm a junior at a school with a bunch of kids who I have zero connection with whatsoever. And I get it, people go through this all the time. But everyone at this school knows one thing about me, and that's the fact that I moved here because my parents and two siblings died in a car accident.
And here I am, the only survivor living with family that barely remembers my name.
"Allison right?" A hand on my shoulder caused me to practically leap out of my own skin, but I turned and saw a friendly.. Ish, looking face. I remember the school staff telling me of her, the senior who was to show me around and make me feel more welcome at this treacherous place. But the only vibe I was getting was she forgot her morning coffee, and she was ready to murder anyone who made this morning more difficult than it needed to be. So I nodded. And smiled. 'Normal kid. Just be a normal kid and you won't have any problems.'
"Yep. Thats me." The exhausted senior looked at me shortly, then nodded.
"Okay, well let's get this over with. Follow me. Don't get lost."
"Got it." I replied surely, but she cut me a glare and I kept silent as she pulled me through the school, introducing the classrooms with a sigh. And soon enough, the tour was over.
"I never got your name-" I tried at a friendly ending, but she interrupted.
"Grace. Its Grace. School starts in like 10 minutes- now leave me be," And with that Grace left. She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't quite make out, but I didn't think on it for long. So there I stood, and from what my memory recalled from Grace's brief lesson- this was B hall. I reached into my pocket for my crumpled schedule, and read over it. Period 1 started in A hall. Then period two I would cross the campus to the portables, then back to B hall, then to the gym. 'How exciting- I get to trek like 15 miles to get to class every period. Fantastic- really.' I slid the schedule back into my cozy little pocket where it would probably wrinkle even more, but I really couldn't care less. I closed my eyes, and turned my body, and just figured getting to class early would give me time to introduce myself to the teacher, but instead my body introduced itself to someone else's as I collided into oncoming student traffic. Toppling back, I fell and stretched my arm out to catch myself. Big mistake. I broke and tore tissue in that arm last summer from a tragic skateboard fall, and that pain revisited when i felt the bones all push together. I retreated it and layed on the floor for a second.
"Son of a bitch.." I groaned. I looked up to see a pair of dark brown eyes peering at me curiously.
"A-are you.. Ok?" I studied the kids face, he was definitely a freshman, and he looked more terrified in this second than I had been all week. Pain coiled through my arm and poured over my body.
"Yea.. yea. Im ok. Help me up kid-" I stretched out my non-injured arm, but he just stared at my hand like I had just offered him heroin or something. I snapped my fingers and his eyes met mine. 'Jesus christ, this kid looks like hes gonna piss himself. Dude it's alright. Jesus fuck.' I shook my head, and shifted my body to try and make an effort to help myself up, but his hand grabbed mine and pulled me from the ground with an unexpected force. I regained my balance, and grabbed my backpack from the nurse, then pulled up my sleeve. Purple and black were the colors that delightfully tattered my skin. A sharp gasp came from the kid who had bumped into me.
"Oh my goodness.. I'm so sorry! You're arm... oh jeez.. Oh jeez... you better get to the nurse.." Through my pain, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Look kid, I'm fine really. It's all good, it happens." I looked down, expecting to see his face. But all I saw was his chest, I looked up. There was his face. He was a lot taller than I expected.. 6'3 at the least. And I was at a whoopin 5'5.
"Right. Sorry- just since your the new kid and all.. This probably isnt the best experience.." He smiled weakly, his eyes desperate for a smile back, but i gave him a frown instead.
"The new kid. What a cute nickname." My sarcastic tone dripped with venom. The kid looked at me, petrified.
"No no! Of course not.. I just heard the office saying- nevermind.. Im sorry for just..I-" I interrupted, my expression bored.
"Chill, its fine. Just- call me Allison. Or Alli, whatever floats your boat I guess."
"Alright.. Again i'm sorry Alliso-"
"Stop. Apologizing. Seriously." My voice snapped, and he froze, looking at the ground.
"Ok.." He slowly let the words roll of his tongue, cautiously at first. He looked at me quickly- but when I met his eyes he looked away. 'Right. Okay this is getting me nowhere. This dork needs to move along.'
"Right. Ok I'm going to class. What's your name?" 'Like it matters, but I mine as well ask.'
"It's Cameron, Cameron Peterson.." He said, quickly, his words jumbled and his voice jumping pitches. His forehead began to form small noticeable beads of sweat. 'This kids nervousness is making me nervous.'
"Okay Cameron Peterson. I'm gonna call you cam, if that's alright?" I gave a friendly smile. 'This kid needs to know I'm not gonna bite his hand off, am I really that scary?'
"Uh I-" He began, but I interrupted again.
"Alrighty. Cam it is." And I turned on my heel before he could reply. Next stop, A hall. Biology. And lets hope nobody makes getting to class more difficult than it needs to be. I'm already fed up with this whole socializing thing.' I found my class after a few minutes of dazed wondering, since Grace's lesson was more consistent with grumbling and rude comments than it was an actual tour. I slowly slid into the classroom, to find a young teacher sitting at her desk. She had long blonde hair and gorgeous eyes. She had perfect skin and she had a fresh look to her. Like she had just taken a nap in heaven and had just floated down on a cloud. I moved to her desk.
"Hi. I'm Allison Summers, a new student. I know it'll probably be a little difficult for me to settle in since it's so late into the semester, but I hope we can make this work," I smiled sweetly. I've always had a charm with adults, teachers especially. The lady smiled in return, her eyes shining.
"How wonderful to finally meet you Ms. Summers. I'm sure we can get you caught up in a week or two, don't you worry about it. Today I'll just get you settled in and ready to start up at a new school. You know, I bet in one of these classes today You'll find someone you'll never forget. Don't let opportunities pass you by. I know it must have been so hard.." Her voice trailed off, and my heart fell about 300 feet onto cold pavement. 'Why? because my whole family is dead and I have zero friends because I just moved across the country to a shitty new school with shitty new people who have NO idea what it's like and no problem bringing it up. I don't know what you're talking about, my life has been fantastic.' But I didn't say anything. Just nodded.
"Well, I'm Mrs. Cordina , but most of my students just call me Cordi."
I smiled, but again- no words. Just a nod. I turned to find a seat, and put my hand on one, about to sit down a body slid past me into the chair. I jumped back, and stared at the most wonderful thing I had ever seen in my entire life.
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Romance"You're staring at him again, Allison." He whispered softly, prodding my arm. I shook my head, still refusing to look him in the eye. "I wasn't staring." I lied. I was a liar. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, and I could fe...
