It's not where you come from

Part 3

"That moment, when the road didn't even have to be yellow. It just had to lead you far far away." ~ F.L

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3/27/14

I never enjoyed unpacking. I never got the chance to make the room the way I wanted. There was never a point to it before. Now here we were, standing in a Home Depot, with my mom picking out the color of our new room.

"I want pink mommy." Anna stated, she had that demanding tone in her voice.

"Darling, we have to find a color that Soul likes too."

"Ugh, Momma Soul gets to choose everything."

"Jesus Anna, you like purple right?" I just butted in.

"Duh, it's pink's best friend."

"Finally, you girls agreed on something. " Mom grabbed the bucket of paint and went to go pay for it.

"Soul," Anna pulled at my jeans, "Do you think we're going to make friends?"

"Annabelle, there is no doubt in my mind that everyone in 4th grade is going to love you, and your personality."

"Soul, it's not really me I'm worried about."

4/1/14

It was the first day of school. Anna went to Seaside Elementary, and I was dropped off at Havanna high school. There was only 3 months left in the school year,  but if I didn't join now I'd have to retake sophomore year. No matter how bad it was, starting so late in the year,  there was no way I was repeating another year of hell.

I knew the drill. It wasn't the first time I was a new girl.  I walked up to the front desk.

"I'm new here. Last name is Anderson." The lady at the front desk stood up, and went to grab a file.

"This has your schedule, campus map, locker number, locker combination, and class lists of supplies," she took a moment to chew on the gum in her mouth, "Go to your first period class, and introduce yourself to your teacher. Then in each class they'll give you their own instructions."

I nodded. It was the same at every school. I looked at schedule and started walking toward room B16. The sign above the door was annoyingly bright saying:

MATH IS WHERE THE SEAHAWKS SOAR!

That was the school's mascot; The Havanna Seahawks. 

I walked in, keeping my head down. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I went to the back of the classroom where the teacher had his desk.

"I'm sorry sir. I'm a new student. My name is Soul Anderson." I said quietly, making sure I wasn't loud enough for other kids in the class to hear. He on the other hand decided to be as loud as possible.

"Ms. Anderson! So nice to meet you! Please sit in the empty seat by Natalie!"

The entire class turned to look at me. The one girl Natalie, raised her hand.  I went and took the seat to her right. The lesson started. They were reviewing function tables.  I sighed, I've gone over this one topic so many times over the past year.

Mr. Mathews' voice droned on. I took the notes, I could probably do a presentation on, and kept my head down. Just praying the rest of the day would go as quickly.