A New Day; In Our Bedroom
Nothing makes you feel better than waking up at six thirty to get to school. Oh wait, anything would make you feel better. I got up and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom
I looked in the mirror. My blonde hair was all tangled up and looked like a birds nest. That was attractive. I looked at my eyes; there were so many bags under them. I looked at my nose, mouth and everything else. I totally looked like a model, for a crazy person institution. I wiped my face and brushed my hair then put into a ponytail.
Back In Le Bedroom
Great, Kate's awake and was now looking at our uniforms.
"These are so hideous!" She said, appalled.
For once I had to agree, and that's saying something. The uniforms weren't hideous but they weren't that great either. Ugh, uniforms suck; I would rather wear my comfy sweater, light denim skinny jeans and UGG boots. I just sucked it up and put on the uniform. I walked downstairs to the kitchen.
In the Kitchen
I got myself some cereal and poured it into a bowl. I love Frosted Mini-Wheats. There so mini and tasty. I quickly washed my dish and kissed my mom goodbye.
"Have a good day honey, love you!" She shouted after me smiling.
"Love you more," I yelled back.
I got to the bus stop just as the bus arrived. Off we go to a new day at Cansen Prep.
At Cansen Prep, English Class
This place is gigantic; I almost got lost trying to navigate my way around. Finally arriving at my English class, since I was late I had only to options of seats left. One in the back with two 'delinquent' looking fellows and one more closer to the front next to a blonde hair boy. I chose the latter. I sat down, pulled out my folders and was frightened from the intense stare I was getting from the blonde boy.
"Yes?" I asked, whispering so the teacher wouldn't hear me. For a few seconds he just stared blankly at me not saying word. I was about tap him when he said, "Sorry…" He arched an eye brow in question.
"Zoey," I replied.
"Sorry Zoey, you just took my breath away," He whispered flirtatiously. What a flirt and was that really his best pick up line.
"Sorry…" I whispered, copying what he had said earlier.
"Danny, Danny Ashwood,"
"Well Danny, I'm not interested but thanks anyway,"
He whispered something under his breath. Then turned towards me, "Nice to meet you, Zoey," He grinned.
"Nice to meet you too, Daniel," I smiled back, "I guess."
He looked up at me questioningly, "I guess? What is that supposed to mean?"
He was frowning, looking unmistakably hurt. I suddenly felt bad for saying I guess and started whispering frantically, "I didn't mean it like that, it's just…" I trailed off when I realized that his frown turned into a smirk.
"Fooled you," He said mockingly. He must have said it too loudly because Mr. Dobson shouted, "Who said that, who's talking in my class?" no one responded, and Mr. Dobson got a smug face, "Or should we all stay here during lunch and write a twenty four page essay."
All fingers pointed at me and Danny.
Lunch, In Le Library
I love the library. It's quiet and people don't bother you. Well they shouldn't but some people can't take the hint. Didn't he have anything better to do then follow me around? I guess not.
"Don't you know that it's lunch, not study hall?" He said insolently.
"Don't you have something better to do then follow me around?" I shot back.
"Don't you like the attention," He said cockily.
"Don't you take a hint," I replied sharply.
"How come I've never seen you in Mr. Dobson's English before? Actually, I never seen you before,"
"I'm new here, I just moved from New York City,"
"The Big Apple, why you move here to Bostock?"
"Mom was having financial issues, ever since my dad left," I remember that day so clearly. I was reading my book in my own room; Kate was out on another date with Mason. But I was just reading, minding my own business, when I heard the shouting. My parents had always shouted, then reconciled so I hadn't thought much of it. Then I heard the door slam and someone crying. I put my book down and walked out and saw my mom with her back against the door, breaking down in tears on the floor. I ran over to my mom and hugged and kissed her. I didn't bother asking what had happened mostly because I understood what had happened but also because the realization must have still been hurting her. I gave her my hand and she willingly took and I lifted her to her feet and walked her up the stairs to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed and tucked her into the covers. Then I did what she always did for me and my sister when we were feeling down. I made some hot chocolate and got out a bunch of comedies, making sure none of them were romantic comedies and climbed into the bed with my mother in my arms for a change.
"Please don't give me the silent treatment, I'm sorry," I heard Danny begging. I must have zoned out and he assumed that I was giving him the silent treatment.
"I wasn't giving you the silent treatment, I was thinking," I explained.
"Oh," He looked embarrassed. Good, serves him right for getting me that detention.
"Well tell me something about yourself,"
"If we're going to be friends, we should get to know about each other first,"
We talked the whole lunch time. When I spoke he listened intently and only interrupted to ask questions and also to throw in a teasing joke every now and then and vice versa. Turns out he has a sibling as well but they're away at college in Michigan. He lives in a two parent home but it hardly feels like a family to him, ever since his brother went to college his family has been growing apart. He loves the color blue, just like me and is in a band where he is main guitarist but because of a huge fight between the lead singer and one of his other band mates; he is now the lead singer and guitarist. I wanted to tell him that I dabble in music and have written a few songs, but I couldn't bring myself to it. I don't know why. Something I did know was that even though we just met, we would become great friends.