different

ch. 1

I kiss my mom bye as I step into the september air.

"I love you so much, baby,' she says pushing the hair out my face, "I really want you to have a great year this year, and screw anyone else who thinks differently."

I cant help but smile and give her a tight embrace. "I love you too, mom."

I close the door behind me as I pase towards my Jeep.  My dad bought me this car to try to win my trust back. It didn't work of course, but I couldn't turn down a free car. Me and my mom have been living alone with my autistic brother since my parents got divorced.  

I step into my car and plug in my Ipod. I smile as I hear 'Northern Downpour' by my favorite band come through my highly used speakers.  I back out of my driveway with my fingers crossed,

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I already am dreading this.  I put in my earphones and hear 'Karma Police' by Radiohead coming throught them. I can block everyone out now.  I keep my eyes down, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone.  I feel so stupid,God!  I probably look insane. 

All the sudden I'm hitting the ground with a body ontop of me.

"what the hell" I screech slighly loud enough for everyone else around me to easily hear it.  I look up to see a boy. Oh my God its  a boy. "Uhhh..."

"Oh God I'm sorry," he says after a few awkward seconds. Its then when I take in his appearance. He has stunning green eyes and shaggy dirty blond hair.  I can tell he's pertty tall, even though we are both on the ground.  

"I'm sorry too, I guess," I say instantly mentaly slapping myself.  Did i really just say that. Cringe. I awkwardly stand up feeling the heat from blushing on my face.

'I'm River" he says a little unsure of himself. River. I like it. 

"i'm.." I start to stay, but I'm cut off by this stunning blonde girl who walks up behind River, snaking her arm around him.

"Who's this' babe?" she says sickly sweeet, making sure that I heard babe loud and clear.

"I was just leaving actually" I state, picking up my things from the ground.

I look up to see River staring holes in my head.

I walk away trying to process this situation, still feeling the holes he's burning into the back of my head.  Well, i guess it could have been worse.