Spin the Bottle

Chapter One

Today was the day. Today was the "supposed" biggest day of my life, as my mother had been putting it. A new year, a new state, and a brand new school was evidently her idea of a grand spanking good ole' time. It was only 6 o'clock as I rolled over to stare at the bright green numbers flashing at me rapidly. My tired eyes could barely stay open long enough to read them.

"Kamryn, honey are you awake yet?" I heard my mom speak loudly through the crack of my bedroom door as she opened it, "You are going to be late for your first day of school. You need to get up." I groaned in agony as I had been dreading this very morning since I moved here this summer. It's not exactly ideal to move schools going into your senior year of high school. Especially, not to mention the fact, when you practically move across the entire United States.

Well, let me begin this way, I am Kamryn McGee. I stand at a mere five feet three inches (on a good day), I have long burgundy hair, bright green eyes, and a very sun kissed skin complexion. Although, my tan is without a doubt from me living in California my whole life. I was born and raised in San Diego and I have not experienced much outside of the state of California until now of course. You see, the whole reason I am now in Maine, is my dad had just received a promotion to a corporate executive position within his company in the Northeast and thus, we had to move to Lockport, Maine this summer. Don't get me wrong, I am really enjoying Maine and all it has to offer, but I did not plan on ever moving here. I went from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic coast all entirely too fast and with little notice. I think I'm still experiencing jet lag.

Back in California, I attended a private high school academy on the coast, so today is my first day at a public school since I was in the fifth grade. I was told though by several older people here in Lockport that the high school was a tight knit community and that I would fit in just fine. Apparently, the elderly made up a solid percentage of the fine population here in Lockport. Mom said it was a great retirement community. Bleh.

When we had officially moved in, my parents encouraged me to go explore the town, see the sights. I had internally rolled my eyes. See the sights? Explore the town? They wanted me to go out and make friends like they apparently fell out of the sky. On my short exploration afternoon, I did not meet anyone my age and spent $100 on a pair of tennis shoes I could use to run on the beach in the morning.

Running on the beach had been at least something to do until school started and it kept me in shape for the most part. In the movies, when a girl changes schools and moves to a coastal town, it is almost destiny that said girl meets the cutest boy in town right? Well that was not the case for me until three days ago. I was out right before the sun was up all the way and I was about a mile into my run. I know for a fact I was probably already looking like the wind was out of my sails. I mean I had not seen any cute boys for weeks, why would I think any other day was different? Anyway, I was legging it out when I saw an attractive figure running towards me. Long limbed, tan, dark brown locks barely drenched in sweat, no shirt, lots of abs and the bluest eyes I had ever seen headed right my way.

As we crossed paths past each other he winked my way and kept on trotting shouting behind him,"New to town? I haven't seen you on this side of the beach."

I was tempted to whip my head behind me to see if Mr. Abs had stopped and engage in conversation, but I had to give myself some credit and play a little hard to get. If I was meant to see mystery man again I would.

That was my small stint of excitement I had experienced since rolling into Lockport waiting for "the biggest day of my life". I groaned out loud and I rolled over onto my side to see what time it actually was since Mom was so hell bent on the fact that I was going to be late. Only six fifteen, fabulous. I knocked off the warm comforter which I was hiding under and stretched my arms above my head taking in a deep half breath half yawn. Standing up, I made my way to my new walk-in closet. It was definitely one of the better perk's to our new home here. The closet and the fact that our new home was only a couple blocks from the coast. Like I said, I had been spending my summer days running on the beach every morning imagining there were big enough waves to surf here on this side of the country. I had nothing better to do with my time seeing that I had made a total of zero friends so far.

I turned on the closet light and squinted my eyes since it was so bright and well it was way too early in the morning for my eyes to be exposed to such bright light. I stared at my hanging and folded clothes clueless as to what I should wear for my first day. Did I honestly even care about making a good impression on the people my age here? I wanted to make friends at some point in time. It would be a lonely senior year otherwise. I hadn't a clue what high schoolers in Maine wore, I guessed probably pastel colored clothes or fraternity looking clothes. Based on what I had seen online, Northeasterners wore a lot of beach style Hampton clothing. I did some investigative work. Maybe they dressed like they did in California? I was clueless.

Scanning my eyes across the entirety of my closet, I finally pulled out a pair of faded jean shorts and my flowing salmon top that said Cali on it. I smiled at the outfit I had chosen and turned to leave the closet and sit at my vanity. I sat down and looked in the mirror for the first time this morning and I saw my crazy looking morning hair. What can I do with this to look semi-decent? I looked at my limp hair in the mirror trying to fluff it up with my fingers. Curls, definitely curls. I dug around in the vanity drawer to find my curling iron when I spotted the handle sticking out from behind a brush.

"Ahh ha!" I said out loud, "Found you!" I plugged in the curling iron into the outlet. I walked over to the speaker I had propped in the corner and turned on my music when my favorite song by the BackStreet Boys started playing. I smiled and sang along to the song and thought to myself, this was going to be an interesting day to say the least.