I rolled down the car window and stared outside at the passing buildings and trees. Ugh I hate this, to start everything all over make new friends, new school seems impossible for me. Why my dad has to be one to take up a job at his firm's new branch? I don't like this one bit. My mom turned around to look at me and I put on a fake smile, she seemed to buy it. I didn't want to ruin her happiness by saying anything wrong. God knows, what is she ecstatic about?
"Everything will be fine. You will adjust in no time." My mom said reassuringly. It is easy for her, she is nothing like me.
"Yeah, I hope so." I said, looking out again. The town seems fine, it has good shops around. I need to find a book store as soon as possible, maybe sign up for a membership or something.
"Here we come. This is our new house, isn't it beautiful? What do you think, honey?" asked my dad. I looked at the house and I really liked it. It had a big front porch, a backyard and most importantly it was so quiet and peaceful, just the way I like it.
"It's really great, dad, better than I thought at least." I said honestly. He and mom exchanged knowing smiles and started walking towards the house.
I grabbed my small bag which had my essentials for travelling and started walking towards the house. I stood outside the door and took a deep breath, hoping for the best. I pushed the door open and gasped, WOW! This house is really beautiful, it had a big lounge and the kitchen entrance was on the right side. It has a very homey feel to it. The kitchen was well furnished and maintained. The walls were creamish color more like coffee which made the room look bright.
I ran up the stairs to see the rest of the house. I picked the last room on the floor, extremely left. I loved it. The walls were painted blue, my favorite color, and it had a walk in closet and a separate bathroom too. I like this place. The room is not very big, it's just perfect, and I don't have a lot of stuff anyway. I didn't bring along a lot of my old stuff just clothes, photos, books, mom had warned me to pack only necessary things.
There was a knock on the door and my parents came in. "I see you have already chosen your room. It's isolated from the rest of the house, I knew you would choose this room, that's why we had it painted blue." He said, smiling at me. He knew me so well because he was like me in any ways. He was 52 but didn't look like his age at all. He had few gray hairs, and he had brown eyes, just like me. I just smiled at him gratefully and gave him a quick hug. I was still a little annoyed at him for making us move here.
"So the boxes are already here, let's start unpacking. Our room is on the right, downstairs. Ask me if u need help ok sweetie?" said my mom and left. I looked around at the boxes lying around the room. Damn, when will I finish unpacking, it's too much.
After 2–3 hours, I slumped on my bed, completely exhausted. I had not even finished unpacking half of my stuff, this is going to be a long weekend. I prefer staying here than going to this new school anyway. Oh my God! New school, I had a mini panic attack again. "Come down sweetie, the food is here" shouted my mom.
I got up and changed pulling on some sweats and went down for dinner, I was literally starving. Mom had ordered us some take out food. We eat in silence and went to the lounge, thankfully dad had already put up the TV. Mom and I sat on the couch flipping through channels. After an hour or so just watching some old movie, I got up, said my good night's and settled in for the day.
The rest of the weekend passed in a blur, I stayed in my room finishing packing, helped my mom in setting the rest of the house and even went grocery shopping with her and today was my first day at West High School. I got up and quickly showered and washed my hair. I put on a bathrobe and walked into the closet, but I was not able to decide what to wear shit, I don't want to be late on my first day.
I pulled out some black skinny jeans and a fitting v-neck red top. I put on some clear lip-gloss, dried my hair and stood in front of the mirror examining myself. I was pretty, not a like gorgeous but average… I had big brown eyes, full lips and had a good figure, my chocolate brown long hair reached my mid-back. I looked alright for school, I think, I grabbed my bag and went downstairs for breakfast.
My dad was sitting on the counter reading the newspaper and mom was in the kitchen cooking. I had tagged along with them for grocery shopping last night. I sat nervously fidgeting with the cutlery on the table.
"Good morning." I said when my dad put his paper down and put on a fake smile, not wanting them to realize I was nervous. But I was, my hands were shaking slightly. "Nervous?" Asked dad, I just nodded.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine." said dad, making me feel only a little better. This was his fault after all, but there was no point in being mad at him after we have already moved.
I nodded again, not knowing what to say. I don't like this going to new places meeting new people, what if they all start staring at me on my first day? What if I don't make any friends? These thoughts were making me more and more nervous. I ate very little and left for school. I parked my car and sat inside, taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Come on, Rebecca, get up, you can do this. I really hope everything goes alright and people don't stare at me.
I stepped out of my car grabbing my bag, here it goes….
I started walking towards the main building looking down trying not to draw any attention, but with my luck it didn't work. Some boys checked me out as I walked pass them and some just stared at me, I tried not to look and kept walking. I clutched my bag tightly and walked towards the main building. I finally reached the main building after what seemed like forever. I entered and a girl with blond hair and blue eyes stopped me, taking me by surprise.
"Hi. Are you new here? I have never seen you before?" she asked casually, smiling slightly at my discomfort.
"Yes, it's my first day. I moved here just a couple of days ago" I replied and tried to walk around her when she spoke again.
"Oh. By the way, I am Rachel Evans. Did you get your schedule?" she asked, smiling.
"No, I am getting it now. I am Rebecca Thomas. Can you take me to the office?" I asked politely. If someone is with me people won't stare, and it won't be weird for me, plus I will not be some new loner girl.
"Come on I will take you there and help you find your first class" she said easily.
"Great, thank you." I said gratefully and followed her.
"You are not the cheerleader type, are you?" She asked, turning up her nose a little.
I laughed at that me cheerleader type not possible, that's funny. "No, absolutely not." I said.
She smiled and said, "We will get along just fine then. I don't like most cheerleaders, they have lots of attitude, specially the ones I know." She said grimacing.
I smiled at that, and we started walking, making small conversations. Ok, Rebecca not a bad start, you are already making friends. She started telling me about her classes and how I was going to fit in here. I doubted that, but didn't say anything to her. She seemed nice and talkative. All of my old friends were talkative, but I like it, that means I don't have to talk much.