The Spirit Bond

New start

I made a grave mistake.

Of course you hear that bullshit of a fantasy. You know the one, that once you move to a new city, you become a new you. Well sorry to ruin your hopes but that's complete and utter bullshit.

My names Ryland Amos, a 16 year old girl that just moved to Toronto from Vancouver. Do not fret, I didn't forget my pet moose and maple syrup, eh.

My parents recently got divorced and my mother wanted to move. Then me, being the naïve and hopeful teen I was, decided to tag along without thinking twice about my decision. I love both my parents equally, I swear. However, back in Vancouver, is where everything I ever loved is. Including my dad. I left behind my best friend, his name's Jaxon and he's the greatest guy I've ever met. I can't believe he even coaxed me into believing that leaving home was a good idea. I'm just hoping that none of my friends will forget me or that my grandparents don't forget to send me money on my birthdays.

We've settled in our new house already. But of course, what's a new move without a new high-school. I already had a tour of the school yesterday and today's the day of seeing new people of whom I most definitely will not socialize with. Not because I'm a socially inept teenager, but because I genuinely don't want to make new friends. For it is so much work and I don't have time to be frolicking with strangers in fields.

So as of right now, I'm currently being driven to school by my mom. It's December right now so everything is coated with a thick layer of fresh white snow. Gross. It's pretty to look at but a hell to walk through.

Finally we arrived at the school, pulling into the parking lot, my mom dropped me off. Giving her one last wave goodbye I made way into the building. It's a big school and I know for a fact that I do not remember where anything is. Luckily, I got to the school a half hour before classes actually started. This calls for some exploring and hopefully not being noticed as the so-called "new girl". Like seriously, it's not the biggest deal in the world.

The halls were a mixture of wood and brick walls. I passed by people at their lockers, talking with friends, holding han- EW. Why do couples not understand that they won't last? It's such a waste of time. They won't get into the same university, they won't get married after graduating, and they most definitely will not live happily ever after. Well, that isn't my problem at the end of the day.

I took out a piece of paper from my pocket which told  me what my locker number was. I made way to the said location, my locker was dull, boring and semi-broken. Even if it's a big school, that doesn't mean they could afford much. I placed everything I didn't need for the day inside. I took out my phone and earbuds from my bag. But before I could plug them in, a swarm of horrendous hollering came rushing down the hall, making my ears ring for a few moments.

Trying to find the source of the loud noise, I whipped my head to the side, almost giving me whiplash. It was a group of maybe 12 other students? They all wore varsity jackets saying "swim team" on the back. The team consisted of  guys and girls, good to know this school isn't against co-ed teams. There was a tall girl who seemed to be the leader of the group, the capital 'C' on her jacket confirming my suspicions. She had a lean, muscular body and the face of a runway model. Her curly caramel hair was to her shoulders and she had phenomenal tanned skin. Yet, she showed no signs of being enthusiastic like the rest of her team. If anything, she looked as annoyed as I was. She was carrying a bag that looked like it weighed a thousand pounds over her shoulder. As she stormed down the halls she looked as if she was preparing to fight in a boxing match.

Well, we know that she's one person to avoid. I bet if I approach her, I'd be slammed into the closes row of lockers. Ouch.

Quickly exiting the hallway, I made way to my first class. I came to the conclusion that this school had many cliques. Everywhere I looked, I saw groups of the same breed of people assembled together. Canada, we're so diverse. 

I'm not certain if I necessarily fit into any of these categorized cliques . Yes, I don't want new friends. However, I don't want to be entirely alone either. Yet again, no one here looks accepting to new newcomers. This made me regret leaving home even more.

My first class was English. I'm thankful that it was a subject I found easy. During my journey to my new homeroom, I passed by the girl who gave me the tour yesterday. She had  straight brown hair, pale skin, a very fit figure, but had a really shy personality. Due to my lack of attention during her introduction, I only knew that her name began with the letter "A". She had an uncomfortable smile plastered on her face while her group of friends bickered with one another about a topic I couldn't catch. They all resembled new addition Barbies. The girl seemed hopeless compared to the rest of her friends. I would like to thank her for helping me yesterday. Unfortunately, I don't want to have any association with whom she's surrounded with. The human race is utterly strange.

After an eternity of walking, I finally arrived at my destination. I had entered just as the bell for class rang. Everyone had already been sitting in their assigned seats. Much to my discomfort, they all stared at me for a long 5 minutes. The room filled with silence as I was swarmed with an awkward feeling in my chest. Fortunately, the class became bored with me and continued on with their previous occupations. The teacher had me do a short introduction. Then after, I was assigned an open seat near the back. Beside me was a girl who seemed around my height. She had short blonde hair that went slightly below her ears, her skin was pale and she was very engrossed with what was occupying the screen of her laptop. She hadn't noticed me take a seat beside her. I gave a short glance to her screen. Thousands of tabs were on display, they consisted of online games and academic work. She was multitasking between the two. The determination on her face slightly frightened me. I hesitantly tapped her on the shoulder, she didn't even spare me a glance but she did give me a small "hm" in response.

"I'm gonna be sitting beside you for a while"

"Cool."

I'm not certain if she accidentally fell on her ass on the way to school or that she was just rude. However, I did get the indirect of not wanting to talk. Since I'm devoted to my word of not being interested, I decided to let it be. I soon remarked that her name was Olive from when attendance was being called.

Suddenly Olive's phone buzzed during class. She glanced to the front of the class to make sure the teacher wasn't looking our way. Slowly and quietly, she picked up her phone from the desk. The lock screen presented a text, the wording was too small for me to figure out. Her eyes rolled but she unlocked her phone and replied. She shoved the device into her pant pocket and glanced towards me. I quickly averted my eyes in fear of getting caught snooping. Luckily I wasn't caught and she returned her attention to her laptop.

The rest of english class was nothing special. Once the dismissal bell for next class had rung, Olive hurried out the door. I was in no rush whatsoever but when I exited, I noticed that Olive went to converse with an odd looking guy against the lockers adjacent to the door. His dark bangs covered his eyes, his clothing was oversized to disguise his thin figure and wore his hood over his head making his appearance even more strange. He had a tight grasp on Olive's wrist and said something I couldn't quite make out. She subtly brushed off his hand and gave him a small nod. The guy then tucked away his hands into his pockets and walked off. Olive seemed to notice me staring and gave me a look, then right after she turned the other way and began to walk to her next class.

What I just witnessed was beyond my comprehension. Dozen of thoughts flooded my mind with possibilities, but none were realistic enough to fit. Maybe that boy was her boyfriend? Sure it made her have a weird taste in men, but the thought put my mind at ease.

I tried to forget the event and continue on with the school day. It was my first day and I already given up any hope of liking the environment.

I checked the digital clock hung on the ceiling, I had 5 more hours until this day comes to an end. Hopefully I make it 'till then.