The weekend went by in a blur. A blur of boxes, orange leaves and leftovers of the best beef tortellini that has ever been made on the face of this earth.

I haven't seen Landon since he first introduced himself on Saturday. His mom was nice enough to come visit us yesterday night, offering to help unpack.

From what I heard from her and my mom's conversation, she also divorced her husband just a few years ago, and moved here to start over. It was like she and my mom were the same person. Except, she had a Landon, Stephanie and an Andrew, not a Anabella.

She had the same colored hair that Landon had, only difference was that hers were in tight curls that spiraled down past her shoulders down to her mid-back. She had the same crystal blue eyes, with the same welcoming and wormhole power in them that Landon's had. She had light freckles that littered the bridge of her nose. Had I not known that she was 38, with three children, I would've guessed she was only in her early 30s without children. I'm sure with a little more effort, she would be able to get any man she wanted wrapped around her fingers easily.

I was happy that my mom already found someone that she could so easily relate to. I mentally ticked off another thing that my mom would no longer have to worry about.

It was already Monday morning, which marked the beginning of the school year. It also marked the beginning of my junior year, which is supposed to be one of the hardest years of high school.

I let out a muffled groan as I pulled my chocolate colored blanket over my face to shield out the sunlight that was already filtering through my windows.

I peaked out at the lone clock that sat on the dusty bedside table. It read 7:19 am before flickering to 7:20. I let out another moan before I flung the blanket behind me, immediately feeling the cool air of the house attack my warm skin. I sung my legs over the side of the bed, my toes meeting with the cool wood flooring.

I looked around my room through dazed eyes. Everything, thankfully, was falling into place. I finally got around to cleaning up, even though a few cobwebs remained in the far corners of the room. Half of the boxes that were present just two days ago were gone, and folded flat in a large pile beside my bedroom door. The walls still remained bare, I wasn't sure what to do with them. I figured that the perfect idea will come to me sooner or later.

I finally climbed out of my bed and shuffled towards the bathroom that, thankfully was connected to my room.

I walked up to the sink and took a few moments to just look at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes carefully studied the several moles that littered my face, then went to my lips that were a slightly darker pink shade than my mother's. They were full, and soft but probably not as soft as Landon's seemed. I pursed them a little, mimicking the lips of a fish before popping them back into place.

I reached for my toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezing a little of the blue gel-like substance onto the plastic bristles before bring it to my mouth and began scrubbing. After a few minutes I washed off the toothbrush and my mouth, and placed it back into the holder before reaching for the pink colored face wash that sat beside the faucet. In just a few motions, I swiped the face wash across my skin, soaped it up and rinsed it my eyes shut I backed out of the small bathroom back into my bedroom and reached the towel that I hung on the doorknob the night before.

After drying my face, I looked back over at the clock which read 7:38. My brown eyebrow rose slightly.

I had no idea I took that long.

School began at 8:25, so I began to pick up the pace and skidded towards my mirrored closet doors. I pulled one side open – the only side that was actually safe to open – and pulled out a pastel pink shirt, dark blue jeans, brown boots and my white infinity scarf.

In just a few minutes I pulled all the articles of clothing on before walking over to the dresser. I pulled on the mint green watch that my mom gave me for my birthday this past January, and the gold heart ring that my dad gave me a few years ago. I reached over for my concealer and mascara, hurriedly swiping them on, before reaching for my Wonderstruck perfume.

I went back to my closet and grabbed a small black jacket just to be safe. Before rushing out of my bedroom, I took one last look at myself in the mirror and admired the simple outfit that I had put together the night before. It was the first day of school and I didn't want to seem like too much of a show off, not that I had anything to show off anyways.

I reached for the pink backpack that I had packed the night before, and my phone that sat silently on the dresser before pulling the door open and walking towards the stairs.

As I went down the stairs I checked my phone, unlocking it and reading the few messages that were waiting in my inbox.

"I miss you already." one read. It was from my closest friend, Jana. She was probably the only thing that I missed back in Skykomish. I tapped on the open field section and typed "I miss you too. I'll call you when I get home." and hit send.

I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and could easily hear my mom rummaging through things in search of:

"Hey 'Bella, where'd you put my keys? I can't find them anywhere."

"They're over here, mom." I responded walking over to the front door, unlocking it. "Come on, school starts in," I paused looking at my watch "20 minutes."

"Coming, coming." she responded walking from around the corner. She looked up at me and smiled. "You look pretty today. Already trying to win over Landon's heart?" she joked, walking towards me to pick up the keys.

"Oh please." I replied, rolling my eyes.

She laughed as she pulled the door open, allowing me to walk out first.

"Let's have a good day today, alright?" she said as she locked the door behind her.

"Let's." I responded before walking towards our black Volvo.


I arrived at school just five minutes before the first bell rang thanks to my mom's chaotic driving.

I gripped the brown straps of my backpack tightly, took in a deep breath, before walking through the front doors of Quilcene High School. From the moment I walked in, I could easily tell that it was a small school. The calm chatter of greeting filled the hallway, it made it a little hard to fully concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing.

I walked through the hallways silently, taking note of every hallway sign. I walked down a hallway that had a sign which read "Initial Hallway 1: Pick up schedules and IDs here". Thankfully there was only one other person in the line. I walked up behind the girl standing at the table. She had curly black hair and was just a little taller than me, and definitely a lot skinnier.

Overhearing the words traded between her and the man that sat at the table I gathered that her name was Phoebe and she, also, was being emitted for the eleventh grade.

She thanked the man once he handed her her temporary ID and schedule and moved away from the table.

I stepped up, taking her place and looked down at the man who sat at the table. He was on the larger side, with brown hair that was balding at the crown of his head. He looked up at me with a friendly smile.

"Welcome to Quilcene. I'm Mr. Randy and I'm the school's counselor. What's your name, sweetheart."

I couldn't help but smile at his friendliness. "I'm Anabella White. It's nice to meet you Mr. Randy."

He nodded with the same smile and looked through the several sheets of paper that were stacked beside him.

I took this moment to look around a little bit more. The girl who was previously standing in front of me, was standing on the other side of the hallway. She smiled lightly at me, which I returned. She had alabaster skin with light brown eyes. The combination9 of dark, black hair and pale skin would've looked creepy on another person, but seemed to fit her perfectly. She wore a navy sweetheart neckline dress with a simple black cardigan over it along with black booties that had a small heel.

"Alright, here you go sweetheart." Mr. Randy said, calling my attention back towards him. He held out my schedule towards me along with my ID.

I gladly took them with the same smile I had before. "Thank you, Mr. Randy." I responded before walking away from the table, unintentionally towards Phoebe.

"Excuse me?" she called out to me. I looked up at her, surprised with a nervous smile.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to just awkwardly stand here." I laughed.

"That's not it." she reassured me, with a small laugh. "I was going to ask you if you knew where my homeroom was. Room 213?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You're asking the wrong person, but it seems like I'm supposed to be heading to the same place. This is my first day stepping foot into the school, I'm just as lost as you are."

"Well at least I'm not alone at being lost." She laughed out. "I'm Phoebe." she added, holding out her right hand.

"Anabella." I responded, taking her hand. "Should we risk it all and go looking for our classrooms?"

"We could always ask Mr. Randy." she suggested, pointing towards the man who was dealing with another student.

"Ah, but where's the fun in that?" I teased.

She took a moment, but nodded her head. "Alright, let's do it."

I smiled, happy that I seemed to already have found my first friend.


AN: Hey everyone! I just wanted to thank you guys for reading the first chapter, even though there wasn't any feedback. ): I went ahead and updated today, but I want to get a least 3 reviews before I update again. I just want to make sure that someone is actually reading my story and I"m not just updating for ghosts. Haha. I know it seems a little boring, and drawn out, but I promise the next chapter will be interesting compared to these two. I just wanted to set things up first. So please, if you're curious about what will happen in the next chapter, please review/comment! I promise you'll won't regret it.