Secrets Of AshGrove (On Hold)

<<FIVE>>

<<FIVE>>

  We stayed in Beioncas room for about an hour before Brenda came to retrieve us from our hiding spot. She played it off as nothing as she said that the wolves ran off but there was animal control looking around. I didn't hear anyone downstairs or outside like she said and the way that Beionca looked at her mother in a knowing manner made me think that she wasn't telling the whole truth.

  I went to bed but I couldn't really sleep that well considering what I had just seen. Six o'clock rolled around quicker than I preferred it to and I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. My long curly red hair has seen better days than when I woke up with a rats nest in the back. It was going to be a bitch to comb out after. Brenda made Beionca and I breakfast before it was time for us to go to school. I dressed myself in black skinny jeans, long sleeve (somewhat tight) top with a few buttons around the v-neck undone, my silver wolf necklace my mother got me, and combat boots. I applied little makeup and headed towards the car with Beionca following suit.

"Are you okay from last night?" she asked with concern.

"Yeah. They're just dogs. Dogs that can kill you but dogs no less." I said shifting my watch's time.

"They didn't scare you?" She asked surprised.

"Not at all. They surprised and intrigued me." I admitted.

  I've always been somewhat strange to people, not that intend to be. I don't get scared very easily or surprised when someone tries to sneak up on me. I like what people are afraid of because to me, they're just mysterious and intriguing to say the least. I was more surprised to see them looking at my window than I was afraid of whatever outcome that would follow.

  I got in the passenger seat of the car and continued trying to get my watch to work.

"That's a nice watch." Beionca said.

"Thanks. It was my dads."

"Oh, where's he?" She asked.

"I don't know. My mom gave me this watch on my fifteenth birthday and said it was my fathers. I never met the guy or know what happened to him. It must be pretty bad for him not to be here though." I said and finally gave up fiddling with it.

"I'm sorry."

I shrugged. "No use crying over spilled milk, right? It's whatever." I said and left it at that.

  Brenda soon got in the car with her purse all her belongings before driving off to the high school.

"Are you excited to be attending AshGrove High?" Brenda asked not taking her eyes off the road.

This women always seemed to be smiling.

"I guess so."

  We pulled into the school parking lot and I saw the swarm of bodies everywhere which instantly made me uncomfortable. It's a small town, how many kids do these people have? If I graduate here, I will make it my life's mission to give a speech on graduation day. I already know what I'll say, 'Well, isn't it insane that all our parents had sex in the same year?'

I'm horrible...

"What's so funny?" Beionca asked.

Did I laugh out loud?

I waved it off. "Oh, nothing." I said.

As we walked to the front doors of the school, I noticed how everyone not only parted for us like the red sea but also how they didn't take their eyes off us. I didn't return the attention. Too early to care.

  We went down the halls to the main office to meet the principal and get all my ducks in a row. We didn't speak the entire five minutes it took for us to get there on the opposite side of where we entered.
The lady that sat behind the reception desk greeted us with warm smiles and more stares.

Seriously, do I have something on my face? Can you see my underwear or something? Why all the staring people?!

"You must be Ashlie. It's so nice to finally meet you." She stood and extended her hand for a shake.

I shook her hand and offered a smile. Personal space.

"The principal, is he in?" Brenda asked.

"Oh yes, he's waiting for you in his office. Go right through that door ma'am." The women said with a slight bow.

Weird.

We went through the door like we were told and was met with an older man in his early to late sixties, looking at a news paper. Who reads those anymore? He looked up from his reading to greet us with a thin smile and a few hand shakes. Bieonca already went to class when we were told to go into the room.

"It's nice yo meet you Ashlie. How are you today?" he asked with fake pleasantries.

"Doing just fine, how about you sir?" I asked with respect.

He gave a genuine smile after I showed him respect. Poor guy has to been around ungrateful teenagers all day, I wonder when the last time he was shown respect was?

"What grade are you in Mrs. Ashlie?" He asked looking over some papers I assume to be mine, on his desk.

"I'm a Senior this year." I told him truthfully.

He flipped a page in the packet. "Ah yes. I see that right here. You must be one smart girl to be a head if your grade."

"Or I have way to much free time." I made a joke.

To my surprise, the old guy smirked. "Could also be that. So what are your plans after you graduate?" he asked.

"I'm wanting to go to college to major in design and psychology. I like both equally." I admitted.

He nodded, "Very good goals to achieve. Ad long as you keep up the good work, I can see that happening and more in your future. So what classes are you hoping to attend this year?" He asked.

"English, Psychology, art, and basically anything else you want to squeeze me into. As long as I have those three."

He nodded in response and began to write some things down on a sticky note. After a delayed silence, he handed me the paper with six classes that consisted of Psychology, Art, Geometry, world history, English, and bibiology. There was also a four digit code at the bottom for what I assume to be my locker.

"We're all set here, go back to the reception desk and talk to Mrs. Holly and she will draw you out a map." He said and dismissed us.

The guy isn't much for interactions, that's for sure.