New School, Old Friend?

Today was the day. The day I started school in a different town. I wasn't quite sure how Aunt Cherry was going to pull off as being my legal guardian, but she told me not to worry. It is Aunt Cherry after all and she always gets her way.

Like she said numerous times, "I have it all under control." I scrubbed the conditioner out of my hair, leaving a little bit in so it'd be easier to brush through. My thin blonde hair was not what it seemed, it was a beast that was hard to tame in the morning.

I could faintly hear my ring tone coming from my bedroom and I groaned, the last thing I wanted to do was to get out of this shower. I reached for a towel stepping out of the long, hot shower I was in the middle of. I wrapped the towel around myself tightly and headed back into my room.

There was always a slight bit of hope it was my mother calling telling me how sorry she was and how she wanted me back home. But of course this was the real world and things like that just don't happen to me.

My bare wet feet picked up the dirt off the wooden floors in my room. It was just the alarm I had set that I had forgotten about. Of course it wasn't my friends calling. I tossed my phone onto the bed as I picked out a new outfit for the day.

I grabbed a pink pair of low cut socks putting on white vans after. My shoes weren't really white anymore, more like a yellow, and my toes reached the end. My shoes were old, but with parents like mine, you don't tend to be spoiled, at least not anymore.

I grabbed the hoodie off of my dresser, throwing my school bag over my shoulders. I took out all my old notes and books knowing I wouldn't need them at this school. The papers were thrown away while the books would have to be returned at some point.

I get along people easily, a lot of people have told im mature for my age. I wondered how I'd make new friends. I would just be keeping secrets from them. My anxiety kicked in and my stomach formed into knots. You'll do fine, just don't make a fool of yourself.

"Are you excited?" The smile that never seemed to leave Aunt Cherry's face appeared once again. I shook my head nervously.

"Aw don't be nervous sweet pea, I worked it out. No one will even recognize you." She insisted pulling me into a reassuring hug. More like a bunch of books and homework.

Her motherly look turned into a sympathetic one and I knew what was coming next.

"How are you feeling?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"Just peachy," I mumbled sarcastically. My parents were the first thing that entered my mind every morning and the last one to leave at night. However, they weren't only on my mind when I'm awake, they're in my nightmares too. In fact, they were my nightmares.

"Violet you are one of the strongest people I know. It may not be easy right now but it will be soon." She encouraged. She glanced at her watch gasping at the time. Her hand dove into her fruit bowl nearly knocking it over. She took my hand wrapping my fingers around the apple as she hurried me out of the house.

"The bus will be here any minute, good luck!" She rushed me out, closing the door behind me. I hadn't had enough time to ask what she had meant by that. I walked to the end of her driveway peeking at my phone to check the time. It was going to be embarrassing taking the bus as a senior in highschool while everyone else had their license already.

I glanced up from my bright screen spotting Aunt Cherry waving from the window. I smiled, it felt good to finally feel cared about. It just all seemed temporary to me. I gave her a wave back seeing a yellow bus begin to appear under all the fog.

Hopefully, this is the right bus, I stood in front of my temporary home waiting for the yellow bus to stop. The bus grew closer and I grew nervous again. I wondered if I should just change my name after all.

I didn't have time to finish my own thoughts as a giant bus pulled up in front of me. The bus was loud from the outside, the driver opened the doors revealing a female driver. She greeted me with a smile welcoming me onto the bus. I stepped onto the bus searching for a seat right away.

A bunch of different faces met my eyes, I knew nobody. That was a good thing. The bus was loud in the back, quiet in the front.

I swiftly walked through the aisle watching my steps. The last thing I needed was to trip over a bag and face plant. I could feel their eyes on me making me shift uncomfortably as I squeezed through.

I plopped down in an empty seat only two seats up from the back. I took off my bag putting it next to me. The bus began moving again stopping a few times for more teens to get on.

I felt a small poke in the shoulder and turned around to see a boy around my age. He had light blonde hair that was gelled up messily, his hazel eyes looking amused.

"Hi, I'm writing a phone book, can I have your number?" He smiled cheekily. I chuckled at his attempt at a pickup line. I didn't think men still used those to get a girls attention.

"I don't get a name first?" I raised an eyebrow. I noticed how he looked almost too eager to answer. His smile captured my eyes and I let them linger.

"You can call me, The Fireman, because I turn all the hoes on." He winked at me. And there's another one.

"Well The Fireman, I'm Violet." I said using his "name."

"So, Violet, you must be new, I'll be your tour guide." He said smugly. He wore a green t-shirt that brought out his eyes and faded gray jeans. I noticed a few small tattoos on his arms, does every boy my age in this town have tattoos?

I nodded, I was just glad I hadn't mumbled off just yet. "You don't talk much." He pointed out pouting a little.

"And you talk too much," I mumbled to myself but he must have heard from the expression on his face.

"I like you, new girl." He smiled showing off his goofy grin.

"Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" He smiled again. This boy was annoyingly funny, I wonder if he'd ever tell me his name or if he'd come up with another pickup line.

"I work at my aunts' pet salon, how about you?" I answered figuring my sarcasm wouldn't fit in this situation. That wasn't a good pick up line for a high schooler but i will give him some credit.

"I'm an astronaut and my next mission is to go to Uranus." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I genuinely laughed. For once my parents weren't on my mind.

"I thought you were a fireman?" I asked bringing up his earlier words. He frowned, "Oh look we're at the school, this tour is over." He changed the subject. My smile had faded into my own frown. He had managed to distract me this whole bus ride.

I looked out the window to see a brick-walled school that was only one story high. Teens were rushing in and soon I found myself to be one of those people.

I lost the boy from the bus, so much for a tour guide. I walked to what I was hoping to be the main office. There was a young lady behind the desk, she looked up over her glasses at me.

"Hi, I'm Violet Morris, I'm new," I said politely. Recognition met her face and she dug around in a pile of papers.

"Well Violet, I hope you like it here." She said pulling a large pack of papers from her messy desk.

"Here is your schedule, the handbook, and a few papers your parents need to sign." I cringed at the word parents, taking the papers from her rough hands. I checked out my first class, calculus with Mr. Lynch.

I was actually really good at math, it was my favorite subject. I had been in advanced placement in all my classes at my old school. I had always been focused on my studies. Now finding room fourteen is going to be the hard part. I exited the office walking through the packed hallways.

High school; often mislead by movie scenes or books. Where on earth did they get that idea of toilet paper being thrown around the halls? That never happens. However, my last school was awful, this school seemed to be calmer. I looked at the map of the school in the handbook.

According to this large packet, room fourteen is down this hallway, I memorized the route putting away my new papers. I went down the hallway I was supposed to finding four rooms, two on each side.

The classrooms must be huge to have only four classrooms per hallway. I stepped into the classroom half full already with students. No one seemed to notice the new girl except the teacher.

He was in his forties, fifty at the most. His brown hairs were going gray and he had a big belly. His striped shirt was tucked into his pants and he wore khaki colored shoes.

"Hi, you must be Violet Morris, am I correct?" His voice seemed friendly yet stern. I nodded shaking the hand he had held out weakly.

"Well it's nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Lynch. Welcome to calculus, please take a seat where ever you'd like" He smiled waving a hand to the seats.

I gave him a friendly smile back dragging my feet to an empty seat in the middle of the room.

"Hey, Violet." A girl's voice spoke from behind me. I turned around seeing the same brunette I worked with. Lizzie was her name.

"Hey." I greeted back politely. She took a seat next to me, at least I knew someone here.

"Do you work today?" She asked munching on some Cheetos she pulled out of her bag.

"Yeah I think so, do you?" I asked. She nodded munching on another cheesy Cheeto.

"Elizabeth! No eating in the classroom, you know the rules!" Mr. Lynch yelled tiredly. Something told me it wasn't the first time he's had to yell at her for eating. She frowned putting away her food licking her fingers clean.

"The teachers here suck" she rolled her eyes. The bell rang signaling to get to first class. A swarm of teenagers entered the room taking their seats. I smiled. She said something afterward but I couldn't hear her over the deafening voice calling out to me.

"Violet! Is that you?!" A familiar voice called. I knew exactly who owned that very voice but there was no way she'd be here.

"Rosie?" I asked surprisingly. Before I had hoped no one would recognize me, but there's one person I'm glad they did.

Who would have known the kid I was best friends with in summer camp went to this very school. There she stood in her familiar beanie and skinny jeans. She had always been a punk rock kind of person. She ran up to me dramatically squeezing me into this huge hug. She squeezed all the air out of my lungs making it hard to breathe.

"Why are you here?" She asked still shocked that I was actually here. I was shocked that she was here as well.

"I'm staying with my aunt for a bit, why are you here?" I asked remembering how she lived farther away from my old home.

"Well I left Pinedale after camp, and then we moved here." She smiled showing off her brace-less face. She gasped causing me to laugh at her dramatic-ness.

"You have to meet my new boyfriend." She gushed. I rolled my eyes playfully, this girl had more boyfriends than I had hairs on my head.

"Oh no, this one's a keeper." She nudged me with her elbow wiggling her eyebrows at me. I caught onto what she was hinting at and nearly gagged.

"I want to know everything" I chuckled relaxing into my seat. Today had been a pretty good first day. Maybe Aunt Cherry was right, maybe I will have some friends here.