He Found Me

Wake Up Call

Sydney's POV
"Sydney it's time to wake up sweetheart" I heard my grams say as I snugged closer to my pillow. My oh so fluffy, very very comfy pillow.
"Five more minutes" I pleaded. She laughed

"Honey you said that five minutes ago, now it's time to get up and go to school!" She said pulling the covers off of me.

"Do I have to go grams?" I asked as I rolled to my side giving her the best puppy dog eyes I could make this early in the morning. I hate school, I always got picked on for being smart and being a five foot petite brunette didn't help me at all.

"Yes dear, I promise you this school isn't like the others that you've been to in the past, its better here. I went to Malbeck and so did your mother" she said looking away, her face etched in pain.

We haven't talked about my parents since the "incident" in the beginning of the summer. Ignoring the part about my mom I asked

"You went to school here grams?"I asked trying to stall, maybe if I stall enough I can convince her to not let me go to school because nobody wants to be that new kid who was late on her first day. She smiled down at me

"Yup, I've lived in Malbeck my whole life, in fact Malbeck high is where I met your grandpa"

I sighed, my grandparents were without a doubt the strongest couple I've ever encountered. Every time they looked at each other there was so much love in their eyes and who ever saw them together knew it was true love. I wish I could find a love like that. I've been waiting but I mean I think I'm the only 17 year old in the world who's never had a boyfriend. When my mom was alive she would tell me "Don't you worry honey, you'll find love one day and it will be well worth the wait" But I just wished that one day could come sooner! Pulling me out of my thoughts grams said

"Well now that your up honey I'm going to make some breakfast, you have 20 minutes to get ready dear then meet me downstairs" she kissed my forehead then left the room.

To be honest as much as I hate school I was kind of excited to go to Malbeck, my grams met my grandpa here, and my mom met my dad here so maybe just maybe things could be different here for me.

I got out of bed and quickly brushed my hair, thank god I am one of the lucky ones with non frizzy hair.  As soon as I was done I put on my favorite dark ripped jeans, a red tank top with a white leather jacket and its matching bag and shoes.

What... just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I can't dress well. As soon as I was done I applied a little bit of mascara and gave myself a once over. The red tank top hugged my curves nicely as did the leather jacket, the white and red really complimented my dark brown hair and my light skin tone. I smiled, damn I look good.. maybe things can be different here.

I left my room and headed downstairs to the amazing smell of my grams famous blueberry muffins. As soon as she saw me her jaw dropped

"Wow honey you look amazing!" she said handing me a muffin. I bit into the gooey goodness and then smiled at grams with my mouth full. She laughed

"It isn't polite to open your mouth when there's food inside!" She scolded "So honey tell me would you like me to drive you in or would you like to take the bus?" I debated in my mind well if I take the bus then I would be the only student over the age of 15 on it because lets get real, who takes the bus... freshmen? But then again if Grams drove me in then it would be weird too, gosh I wish I was able to afford a car but whatever. I decided anything beats the bus full of freshmen. So I pointed to grams indicating that I want her to drive me in. She smiled

"Wonderful, let me go start the car!" she said grabbing her jacket and heading towards the door.

To be honest I'm not sure how I feel about today, I mean it could be a hit or miss. They could love me or hate me and not even know me. In the past they  all instantly hated me, practically coerced me into being an outcast, but it didn't bother me.... that much. I was one of the lucky ones who has family to fall back on, my mom was always there for me. Its like she knew how bad they bullied me each day and how broken I felt,  and she knew the remedy. She would always hug me and say "Hi beautiful, you know whatever they say to you doesn't matter, you are a gorgeous, intelligent and intellectual girl and all the haters are just jealous." My thoughts of my mother were interrupted by the sound of the car horn.

Well, here goes nothing.