Across the Maps

Chapter 4

The next two days consists of me unpacking all of my stuff and putting them where they belong. When I am finished perfecting my room, I gaze around.

The wallpaper is a dark blue with brown circles and the floor is a brown hardwood. My large circular bed sits on my white carpet and beside it is my wooden bedside table, my blue alarm clock setting on it. In front of my bed sits two white chairs, each with a blue pillow. In the corner is my small round metal table and blue plastic chairs. By the table is the narrow hallway that combines my room with my bathroom. In the other corner is my large wooden desk. My laptop, pencil sharpener, and various pictures of me and my family sit on the desktop. Posters of actors, writers, and singers hang on the walls and my white clock is above my desk.

When I am finished gazing at my room, I check the time. It reads nine forty. I let out sigh and get ready for bed. Dreading the next day, I brush my teeth, change, and get into bed. The comforter is warm as I slip it over me and I close my eyes. But when I try to go to sleep, I can't. I just can't stop thinking about school. Will I like it there? Will I make friends? Will the people be nice? After hours of wrestles tossing and turning, sleep finally finds me.

I wake to the loud sound of my alarm clock buzzing. I groan and turn over to shut of my alarm. Reluctantly, I get out of bed, go to my dresser and pull out some clothes, and shuffle through the hallway and into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me quietly.

I turn the knob on the shower to hot and wait for the water to warm up. The steaming water feels amazing on my skin. I quickly shampoo and condition my hair and then stop the water. I quickly dry off and wring all of the water out of my soaking hair.

I quickly change into the jeans and flowered shirt that I had brought into the bathroom and brush my long tangled hair.Then I head into the kitchen.

Dad sits at the table, drinking coffee and eating a glazed donut. "Hey."

"Hi," I mumble as I grab a green plate from the counter and put two chocolate donuts on it. I open the fridge, get some milk, and then sit down by Dad, who is scarfing down the donut.

"Are you excited?" he asks.

"No," I say. "I am not."

"Don't worry sweetie." He takes a big bite out of his donut and sips some coffee.

He is about to speak some more but is interrupted by Paisley and Hallie coming down the stairs.

"Stop being a brat!" Paisley yells at Hallie.

"I'm not a brat," Hallie retaliates, holding her hands up. "Your the brat. You're the one that bosses me around!"

"You weren't suppose to be in my room! I just told you to get out!" Paisley scowls, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Both of you," Dad raises his voice. "Act mature. It's the first day of school for all of you and you don't need to be fighting." He glares at both Hallie and Paisley and they both sigh.

"Okay,"Paisley says reluctantly. "But tell her not to go into my room anymore."

"Okay Paisley. Calm down. And Hallie, you know not to go into your sister's room." Dad reminds her.

"Yeah," Hallie rolls her eyes and scowls. "Whatever."

I finish off my donut and gulp down the rest of my milk. While Paisley and Hallie eat, I rush upstairs and grab my stuff. Finally, we are ready go to to the most horrible, dreadful, scariest place ever...school.

The drive feels like it is never going to end. The whole time I stare out of the window, wishing I could just disappear into thin air.

When Mom pulls into the driveway of a large dark red brick building, my heart rate increases and I start to feel nauseous.

"Time to get out," Mom says and I realize that Paisley and Hallie had already gotten out of the vehicle and were far away.

"Uh...okay," I grab the car handle, my hand shaking violently. I try to open the door, but my hand won't stop trembling.

"Are you okay," Mom asks, looking at me from the car mirror, her light green eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah. I'm fine," my voice is unsteady.

Somehow I manage to open the car door and slowly I step out, taking one step at a time. I shut the door and continue to walk closer and closer to the school.

I can feel people staring at me with there predator like eyes and I try to speed up, but it doesn't work. My feet won't move any faster. After taking several more steps, I get a little bit more confident.

After walking for a little while, someone runs into someone and I fall to the ground, my backpack tumbling to the ground.

"Uh sorry," the voice apologizes and I look up to see who it is.

It's a lanky guy a little taller than me with disheveled dirty blond hair and large chocolaty brown eyes. He reached his arm down and helps me up, picking my backpack and handing it to me.

"I'm really sorry," he apologizes again.

"It's okay," I brush off my jeans and look at him. "Really."

"I'm Jeremy by the way," he adds and I smile.

"I'm Wimberly," I greet.

"I have to get going. I hope to see you around," he exclaims and then turns around and walks away.

"Me too," I murmur to myself.

The bell rings and I inhale. The hallways are crowded and I have trouble finding my locker. After minutes of searching, I finally find it. I grab the piece of paper out of my bag that has my combination on it and turn the knob according the the numbers.

After several minutes of trying to open it, I finally get it. By the time I shove my bag in there, get my stuff, and head to class, the second bell rings and I'm late. Great! Just great!

When I find my classroom and enter, everyone stairs at me. I freeze at the doorway. A man around thirty with slick black hair and blazing blue eyes gestures me to come in.

"Come on in," he smiles and I saunter over to the middle of the room, everyone's eyes on me. "I am Mr. Taylor, the teacher. Welcome to Chemistry. You can go and sit in that empty desk over there." He motions to the vacant desk between a girl and a guy.

Nodding, I stumble over to the desk and sit down. Mr. Taylor starts talking, but I tune out. Slowly I turn around to get a look at the girl. She's scowling at me, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Hi," I whisper.

"Shut up. I don't want to listen to you," she snaps.

"Sorry," I mumble and turn around to face the guy.

He has light brown hair and bright green eyes. His gaze is set on Mr. Taylor.

"Hi," I whisper.

"Shh. I don't want to get in trouble. Anyways why are you talking to me?" He scowls.

"Sorry, but I was hoping to make some friends." I apologize.

"We'll look somewhere else because I don't want to be your friend."

"Oh...okay," I turn back around to face the front and set my head into my hands.

I was right. This day was going to horrible. Just horrible.

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