The sky was swallowed up by layer upon layers of dark heavy clouds, the sun quietly hid behind them. The tree's reached up for the clouds, begging for water to shed from their pockets. In the distance birds would speak, but it slowly faded away, all was calm, peaceful, untouched. The ground sprouted thick, long bristles of green grass, moss scattered and wrapped tree trunks. Roots of mother nature blistered from underneath the ground, spreading colors of, red, green, brown and orange. The world was her canvas, every inch, was spattered with her beauty. As she sat back, she admired her creation of nature it's self.
A white BMW pulled into the driveway of a two story mansion, the house stood strong and lean. Tall oak trees surrounded the landscape, it's leaves escaped their fingertips. The leaves danced as they fell, touching the ground gently. A man, wearing all black, stepped out the drivers side of the vehicle. He looked around the age of 30. Then a girl stepped out the opposite side of him, She had long, luscious blonde curls covering her whole back. She was much younger then the man, perhaps around 16. The girl reached back in to the passenger's side to pull out a brown bag, the man went around and opened the trunk, he pulled out a suitcase. The man entered the house first, the girl observed the entrance of the home, slowly walking up the steps. This was her new home.
I made my way up to the door, I carefully turned the handle. the door was painted white, it smelt fresh. Waiting for me was my mother; Larissa. She's a interior designer, born and raised in New York. She meet my father, William Snyder; a well known business man from Texas. They fell in love at first sight, he impregnated her senior year of high school. 9 months later. BOOM! A beautiful baby girl named Syrena Snyder was born. That's me of course. Continuing on with the present; my mom greeted me with tons of kisses and a huge hug. "Oh my baby girl!" She yelled in my ear as she squeezed me tightly.
"Hi, mom," My ear was ringing. She gave me a tour of the house, explaining each individual room, she saved mine for last. The walls were painted purple, the borders were gold and ran across the whole room. My bed sheets were also purple and gold. The room was filled with packed box's, stacked and waiting for me to dive in. and so I begun unwrapping them, as if they were Christmas presents.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I stuck my hand out from underneath the blanket, snatched the small clock off of my nightstand and threw it across my room. UGH! I wasn't used to getting up this early, ever!
Then my mother came in, she leaned over my bed and quietly said, "Sweetie, wake up. Time for your first day of school" I didn't budge. She grabbed one corner of my blanket and yanked it off of me.
I groaned, "mmmmoooooommmm" Her tone got serious "Get up." Half awake I rose up, everything was a blur. My feet touched the floor, it's cold surface stung me, I quickly reacted and jumped back into bed. I tried again, but this time I ran into the bathroom and straight in the shower. I turned the knob to the hottest setting, and stood there while the burning water pierced my skin. I eventually got out and dressed; A bright red and white pokadotted blouse with black skinny jeans and brown boots. I curled my hair and applied make-up, this was basically my morning routine; Shower, get dressed, hair then make-up. I grabbed my bag and binder, that were sitting on top of my messy bed and skipped down the stairs. I rummaged through the pantry for a light morning snack, nothing. I slammed the pantry doors in fustration, I gathered my belongings and headed outside to my car. A silver mercades gaurdian was parked perfectly in my driveway, I hopped in, throwing everything in the passenger seat.
Beacon Hills High School in big letters was printed on a board. The parking lot was surprisingly full but luckily I found a spot next to a blue jeep. I stepped out, putting my bag over my shoulder and holding my binder. The lady behind the desk, handed me a paper of my schedule and a map of the campus along with a lock and code for my locker. I shoved everything in my bag and headed towards my locker, number 202. I stood in front of my locker, looking down at my iphone, typing my schedule.
I heard a girl say behind, "Your Blouse, where did you get that?" I spun around on my heel, to a girl with red hair, and green eyes, she was a bit taller then me but she had heels on.
"Thank you?" I replied. "My names Lydia, and you're my new best friend" She smiled as she spoke. I was so confused, who is this girl!? I thought. "I'm Syrena." I half smiled. "Here, ill walk with you to your first class."
"okaayyy..." I drifted off. We both walked down the hallway, everybody stared and whispered. I felt like i was in mean girls. My first class was introduction to art, she took my schedule and scanned it. "We both have math, lunch and Chemistry" She pointed out. The First bell rang.
First Hour dragged on for so long! It was torture! Thank god the bell finally rang for second hour. I met Lydia outside, by her side was a guy with blonde hair, he had his hand around her waist. Lydia introduced me to him, Jackson.
She lead us to the back row, Class started. "Alright, Listen up you potheads. take a long and hard stare at this face," he points to his face "Because I don't want to hear a single peep out of your small dumb witted mouths!"
Everybody leaned back in their chairs, and I thought it was just me. He wrote his name with chalk on the board, "Coach Finstock." The rest of the period he made us read out of the math book. A minute before being dismissed, he announced the Lacrosse team will be discussed at the after school meeting. My free time period was pretty much boring, due to the fact I had nothing to do. Fourth hour came around, Chemistry. by the time I got to class, the final bell rang. I was seated in front next to a boy named Danny, he had brown hair and brown eyes but he wasn't interested in me like all the other guys. Maybe he's gay...
The teacher wrote his name on the Front Board, "Mr. Harris." every student was handed a packet. Mr. Harris read through it explaining rules and procedures. I recognized two boys from Math who sat in front of Lydia, Jackson and I. After class, Lydia introduced me to Allison, she had long brown hair and brown eyes.
She paired off with a guy, he had brown messy hair, brown eyes and an uneven jaw line. Standing behind him was a guy with a buzz cut, dark brown hair and gold brown eyes. Allison broke the silence, "oh! Syrena this is Scott and Stiles"
"Hi" I gave a warm smile. We all walked to lunch, Lydia wouldn't stop talking about Jackson, Allison whispered in my ear, "Just ignore her" she winked and we got in line. So I took her advice. Scott and Allison sat together, Lydia and Jackson also, so i just took a seat next to Stiles? Is that how you say it? I don't want to be rude and ask, so I just kept quiet. Lydia rambled on and Allison tried to create conversation to replace the awkward silence. I smiled and nodded to everything Allison said. After lunch We spilt up, I went with Allison and Scott to World History. All three of us sat in the back, we didn't pay attention to the lecture. I just wanted to go home, but then I saw Stiles, why was i so happy? I felt my cheeks burn up, Then to make things even worse, I had to stand up in front of the entire class! This is just freakin' great! He sat me back down and he dragged on and on and on. I was too busy staring at the clock waiting for it to strike 2:10.
FINALLY! I dashed out the door to my locker. I was so focused on getting home, Allison scared me when she came up behind me.
"Syrena?" I jerked and turned to her, "Hi." She laughed, "Did i scare you?" I shook my head, "No." "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to meet me in the parking lot before school tomorrow?" I nodded, "Yeah, sure." We exchanged numbers, and walked out into the parking lot. You got to be kidding me! I was parked right next to him! I sighed, this day just couldn't get any worse...
