Seven Teen

Surprise, Surprise

"In the Great War, Britain made an alliance with France, the United States.." I hate my history teacher. She does not shut her mouth. She goes on and on and on about boring subjects that she doesn't even care about.
I heard the bell going, which marked the end of the lesson.
I picked up my things and looked what my next class was, Physics, then walked my way to the classroom.
My first day at school hasn't been all bad. I spent the two lunch breaks with Joe, and at most of the classes I just stared at the thin air.
The hallway was packed with either students rushing to their next class, basketball players hitting each other in the shoulders to show off their "masculinity", or girls catching up with each other.
Over my single day here I have noticed that this school, FCH, was different than any other school I was ever at.
And I don't quite know how to explain it.
Something about the atmosphere felt just way more... Mature, even though it seemed exactly the same.
Than I got that feeling again. That someone was looking at me.
And I saw him just on my left,
leaning on the lockers about 5 feet next to me, and just interigating me with his eyes.
As I was walking, I gave him a look back.
A 'what do you want?' look.
But it didn't scare him away.
His sprakly ocean eyes looking right into mine,
Like they know something about me.
And before I knew it all my things were on the ground.
I looked straight ahead and saw a blonde, average hight, blue eyed girl right infront of me.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologized imiddiatly.
She smiled at me. "No, it's ok," she said and leaned down to pick up our things.
We grabbed all our stuff from the floor. "I should've watched where I was going, here." I handed her her textbook.
She laughed to reassure me. "No, it's okay!" She repeated. "I'm Riley, by the way."
I smiled, "Zoe."
She bent her face to the right, curiously. "You're the new girl, aren't you?"
"I don't know about the new girl, but I am new here." I laughed awkwardly.
She smiled. "Yeah, anyway, if there's anything you need, you can always ask me." She said kindly, and left.
I looked to my left again to see if that boy was still watching me, but he wasn't there.
And strangly, it quite bothered me that he was gone.
Now I knew he was really looking at me, and that I wasn't just imagining, so it irritated me that I didn't know why.
What was it about me that made him glare his eyes at me every time I was in his sight?
So I just kept walking to my physics classroom.
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"I'm not saying that she's the hottest girl in school, but- no, yeah I am." Joe began his about 70th minute of talking about this cute girl in his biology class when we were on the tube, on our way home. "Anyway, how was your day?"
I looked at him with no expression. "Oh, it was ok, I guess."
He wore a tired expression. "Oh, come on, what is going on with you today?"
"I-" I was prepared to say something about how everything is fine, and then changed my mind. "Nothing, but this is like the, what, 10th time we're having this conversation? 'How was your first day?' 'Who's your favourite teacher?' 'Have you bonded with anyone yet?' I'm just so sick of it. Mum and dad should make up their minds about where the hell they want us to live because this stupid routine of moving every Thursday is getting on my last nerve."
He looked overwhelmed, and I saw that. "What?" I asked. "Are you surprised that I can feel this way?"
I think that by this point he was a bit scared of me. "No, no, I'm not, but I'm just.. puzzled. Yeah, I'll go with puzzled."
"What do you mean?" I asked him with a mean atitude I didn't intend to make.
He sighed. "It's just that I didn't think it bothered you that much."
I looked straight ahead. "Well, it does." I remained silent for a few seconds, but then felt bad for my atitude. "And my day was fine." I tried being softer.
In my mind, the rest of the ride of the ride was spent over thinking about the guy.
Can you blame me? He didn't take his eyes off of me from the second he first saw me.
It was actually like he knew me.
But it was impossible, since he wasn't familier to me in the slightest, and I have a good memory. If I had seen him before, I would've remembered.
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"I'll be right down!" I replied to my dad after he called me from down the stairs. I got up from my chair and away from my musical notebook and my guitar, slipped my tiny feet into my maroon- coloured dr. martens shoes and took a quick glance at the girl in the mirror. My deep brown coloured hair was laying on my back in tiny waves under my black bowler hat, my freckles and very light skin tone went very well with the black sweader I was wearing.
Fashion, in a completely non-superficial way, was my favourite thing after music. I believe that just as music, fashion is a statement about who you are and what you are.
After grabbing my purse and phone I jumped down the stairs.
"I'm so tired. Why are we even going out?" I heard Joe ranting to my parents.
My mum sighed. "Because we just moved, it's a special occasion and we want to go to a nice restaurant with our two kids once in a while."
"It's not a special occasion when you do it every few months." I joined the conversation.
"Zoe!" My mum looked at me with an annoyed, yet humoristic look on her face.
"What?" I chuckled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I kept smiling as I went to the front door and opened it, prepared to leave.
Our neighbourhood was actually quite sweet. It had lots of trees and gardens, and it was nice to walk around in. I wasn't so disappointed, but I kept in mind that I shouldn't become overly attached.
When we got to the restaurant and sat down, my parents started acting weird.
"So, what do you want to order?" My mum said. "Anything, you name it."
Anything, you name it? Mum, what's going on?
"I just feel like having a cheeseburger." Joe shrugged and closed the menu he held.
"Me too." I told my parents. "And diet coke, please."
The evening went quite nicely.
It was just family time, which our family definetly needed.
Although Joe and I aren't the biggest fans of my parents dragging us from place to place too often than they should, we have always had a close, healthy relationship with them. It's definetly what people would call 'unconditional love'.
At one point, being half way through my burger, I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom, I saw a couple of about 5 year old girls running around with a pink balloon on a stick, laughing and giggling.
I half smiled. But unfotunetly, the sight of those two girls made me a bit sad as well.
After a couple of minutes, I made my way back to our table and sat down, prepared to swallow up my cheeseburger.
"So," my dad said. "Your mother and I have something very imporant to share with you."
I put down my cheeseburger. "Oh, no."
My mum laughed. "Why are you being like that?"
"No reason." My brother giggled. "Continue."
They half smiled at us. To be honest, it was kind of freaking me out. "You know how every time we move, we rent a house?" We nodded at our father. "Well, this time.. We bought the house."
I was confused.
My mum now had a huge smile on her face. "Are you prepared to stay here for a very long while?" She asked with the grin.
I was shocked. I mean, I know I joked about it.. But I didn't think my parents would actually want us to stay here. "You're joking." I said with no expression. "You have got to be joking."
My dad laughed. "No!"
Joe just stared at thin air. "This is unreal." He muttered.
I guess I can attach to my new neighbourhood after all. And as soon as I thought of that, a huge smile appeared on my face.
That night I had a couple of dreams, something that was very unlike me.
The first one was about my family, us getting used to London and me finally looking like I actually am happy. I could feel myself smiling from joy as I was sleeping.
The second one was about that guy.

I know this is kind of a less exciting chapter, but I wanted you to get to know the charachter a little bit better.
Hope you still enjoyed!
Also, I have notticed people think Joe is pronounced Joey, but it's actually Jo. :)
See you next time!