Changes


It was 8:30 in the morning on Monday, and I was running late for the bus. It wasn't a good start to my first day at my new school. Muttering swear words under my breath as I clumsily pulled on a pair of socks, shoes, and finally slinging my bag over my shoulder before running out of the house – the house that my dad and I had just recently moved into – and yelling out a "Bye, Dad!" I was glad that some things didn't change, even if others did, whether they changed materially so or not.

Sprinting to the bus stop, I made it in the nick of time, sliding into the first seat available. I threw my bag onto the empty seat next to me and mentally prepared myself for a full day of excruciatingly unfortunate events. I'd been expecting the worst since we moved into the small town of King's Lynn.

I wasn't used to small towns. I'd lived in London my whole life with my mum and dad. Everything, my entire life, all of my fourteen years' worth of existence, was perfect. So blissfully perfect. But that was before... before Mum decided to go and kick us out, divorcing with my dad and replacing us with her new boyfriend. I'd had it so easy. We had plenty of money, I had friends, I did so well in school, and I had parents who loved me. Actually, make that one parent who loved me. I had never been close to my mother; I was always a daddy's girl. I don't think it would have made a difference to me if my mother wasn't even in my life in the first place. She was absent so many times, on 'business trips' and such, that my life would have been pretty much the same without her. Without that whore. God, how I loathe her now.

But I could deal with it. I had my dad. That was more than enough for me.

It was so disconcerting for me. Starting over, I mean. I was so used to things being a certain way, that I didn't really know anything else apart from what I was used to. I never liked change. It unnerved me. For me, change had always been a bad thing; I had hardly ever seen changes for the better, only for the worse. Therefore, it was only natural for me to hate change. I wanted things to go back to normal. I wanted everything to be perfect again.

It was going to take some getting used to. I wasn't an idiot, though. As much as I hated it, I didn't throw a tantrum or anything so foolishly childish when I found out that we were moving.

"Things change," my dad told me. "I know you don't like it, April, but you know things have to change. Whether it is for the better or for the worse, however, is always going to be your decision, not anyone else's. You can't let these changes get the better of you, okay?" From then on, I knew I had to make the most of it, and I tried to be happy. I knew that I had to take these changes and make them into good things. I was going to make it work. I was going to be happy. That, I was determined to be. I didn't want to let my dad down.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't noticed the boy standing in the aisle, facing me. He cleared his throat, and my head snapped towards him. I hastily grabbed my bag, placing it on the floor so that he could sit down.

"Sorry," I mumbled. The boy flashed me a small smile, nodding his head. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, matching his head of unruly blonde hair. I turned my head away, staring out the window. He's cute. The thought crossed my mind, unregistered, involuntary. I found myself blushing like a silly girl. I wasn't a silly girl. Back in London, I had no sweetheart. I'd left friends behind, yes, but not a boyfriend.

"So, you're new?" the boy asked.

"Who wants to know?" I said, turning my eyes back to him. He grinned.

"Well, m'dear, the name's Zane Smith." It was quite unnerving, how friendly he was. I'd never known anybody so forward or friendly.

"April Moon."

"That's a pretty name," he smiled, and then the smile turned into a teasing, friendly smirk. "Mind if I call you Moony?" Heaven help me. I barely knew the guy and he was already making fun of me.

"That depends. Do you like having your nose intact?" I said back, in a sickly sweet voice. He let out a laugh.

"Good answer, Moon. Good answer."

And then, just then, I had a feeling that all the changes in my life were finally starting to take a turn for the better.


A/N: A drabble of a sorts. I wrote this quite a while ago and I'd almost forgotten about it, hidden amongst everything else. I might continue it if people read and like it, but be warned: I have no plot thought up for this at all, hence why it is only a one-shot.

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