Ready Or Not, Here I Come

Turning

When I woke up in the morning, I was all too ready to forget what had happened yesterday. But fate just didn't seem to have the same idea.

After my shower, I walked out and sat on my bed while I let my hair dry naturally as I decided what to wear. I got up and put on a cute little lime green tank top and white shorts that had some grass stains. Then I slid my self painted toenails into some white sandals.

I looked in the mirror and gazed into my grass green eyes, staring as they faded into ice blue, then steel gray. I loved how they did that. All my friends always fawned over them, saying they were so cool. You would think after 12 years, they would have stopped.

Then I shook my head and hung up the towel that had protecting my shirt from being soaked as my hair dryed. After a quick run through my hair with a brush, I snapped a hair tie around my wrist, and walked out. I made a sandwich for my lunch, then grabbed a yogurt container and walked out of the house to wait for the bus. I was so excited for the bus to come. It was the last day of school. I hadn't decided if I wanted to apply to a college or not, but I didn't even want to think about it then. I was happy enough to be done with school for now.

As the big dorky school bus rumbled down the road, I grinned. Here was the thing I was looking for.  Our bus driver was an ex-military guy, and he was strict. I was happy to see him. He kept our bus quiet, but let us "good children" get away with practically anything! And by good children, I mean the kids that had been on the same bus for over 10 years. (Read: the juniors and seniors.) As I clambered on, my grin faded into a frown. This was the last time I would see him.

"I'm going to miss you." I cried to Fred, our bus driver, as I leaned in to hug him.

"I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other than you expect," he said, staring at where the crazy man had bit me yesterday.

I pulled away and walked to my seat, growling viciously at anyone who whistled at me. Just because today was the last day, that did not mean I would go out with any of these country boys, even if some of them were  seriously hot. I mean, muscles, but not atrociously big, as well as an obvious six pack below each of the tight shirts the boys wore, and handsome faces, coupled with tanned bodies. But I already had a boyfriend- my hot-blooded Paint gelding, Moose. Just kidding. Moose was sweet and wonderful, until you got him by himself. Then he was a handful. But I loved him just the way he was. Plus, he was an amazing all around Western horse: showing, barrels, roping, etc.

But finally I found my empty seat and sat down, pulled out an iPod and plugged the earphones in. I grinned as Chicken Fried came on by Zac Brown Band. I hummed along with the tune and nodded my head slightly. When the song was over, I looked up and saw a new kid. He was about 6' 4", dark, vaguely wavy hair, and a handsome face. He had stopped abruptly by my seat and turned to face me. I raised an eyebrow at him, mentally telling him to speak.

"May I sit here?"  he asked in a handsome voice that matched his features.

I paused my music and glared up at him. "Does it look like I want anyone to sit next to me?" I growled. I had spread out, my backpack like a pillow against the cold metal and had my legs propped up on the seat. Some of the other high schoolers snickered at him.

A flicker of something passed through his eyes, but it was gone before I had a chance to assess what it was. After that, he looked confused, yet vaguely amused. Poor kid probably got by on looks alone. "No, but I thought I would ask you anyways. I'm Mason Sitter, by the way." He held out a hand to for me to shake, but I just looked at it, amused. Did he think I would forget that he asked to sit with me so quickly? Besides, I had no clue what was on his hand.

Just then, Fred decided he had waited long enough and floored it.

*Flashback*

It was my first day at this school,  and I was just entering second grade. At the end of our driveway,  I gripped my sack lunch tightly, while a huge yellow thing rolled up. I stared with wide eyes as the doors opened magically.