How to Be a Teenager

Chapter Two

"Aha!"I hold up a pair of jeans(finally,after ten minutes of rummaging through my closet and clothes drawers)and find a red and white striped tight fitting shirt,and a pair of sneakers to finish it off.

I pick up my hairbrush,trying as hard as I can to make my hair stay in one place.It isn't curly or straight,it's wavy.And unbelievably annoying.

Once I'm ready,I tromp downstairs to greet my mom."Did you find something to wear?You sure took a while to get down here."my mom comments as she turns off the oven.

I nod."Yeah,just getting ready for school."My mom plops a plate of eggs and toast on the table."Don't worry,it'll be a new experience."

I laugh nervously."Yes it will."

"Bye!"my mom waves as I strut out the door to the bus stop,a few houses down.I spot a bench by the bus stop sign and sigh as I wait for the bus to arrive.I restlessly check my watch.Seven-forty."Am I late?"I ask myself nervously.

"Nah,the bus driver always stops halfway at the coffee shop."a voice from beside me makes me jump.It's a pale skinned guy with short cut dark black hair,leaning on the bench.

"Let me guess,five minutes to figure out what she wants,and ten minutes to figure out how to get in through the door."I smirk.He laughs."You got it."

Plopping his books beside the bench,he sits beside me on the bench a respectable distance away."May I ask your name?"he side looks me."Nicole Drywood."I nod.He scrunches his forehead."Drywood.You're new?"

I nod."I have never been to an actual school.Always homeschool."I anxiously look around for the school bus."You're sixteen?"he asks.I chuckle."How are you so interested in me in five minutes?You haven't even told me your name yet."

He chuckles,holding out his hand."Samuel Winston."We shake hands.I shudder."You have...really warm hands."I comment as I shove my own in my jeans pockets."He laughs,amused."Do I?"he gestures for me to hold out mine."Wow,yours are freezing.Frost Fingers."he nicknames.

I look down at my feet.Then I hear the bus screech as it rounds the corner.

When the bus doors shift open,I can't help but try to hold back my laughter.As I had so mindlessly predicted,the bus driver is slurping a coffee with a box of donuts on the seat beside her.Samuel lightly pushes me forward."I know."he whispers.