I really hate plane journeys. I have only been on this one for 3 hours but I’m already bored. Well...I’m not sure that it is just boredom. I am also very sad to be leaving home. I’m an English girl, born and raised. I loved living in London, singing at the clubs to earn my money for college, but I couldn’t afford to stay there on my own anymore, and I certainly wasn’t going to go live with my dad. So, I’m now moving to Idaho Falls to live with my aunt and cousin. It’s the middle of the school year, which kind of sucks, because it means everyone will notice me as the new girl. I don’t mind being new, and I kind of like the attention it brings...but I just don’t want to be ostracised.
Ok so...first day at school is here.....I’m pretty nervous to say the least. I spent yesterday afternoon watching the school kids walk past the house, so I could see how they dressed and pick something to blend in. Problem is...I don’t have anything in my wardrobe that would blend in with them. They were all dressed in preppy clothes in pastel colours, especially baby pink. My wardrobe consists of leathers and denims and a few cotton t-shirts. My wardrobe had nothing pastel in it at all! It was full of jet black’s, electric blue’s, emerald green’s, blood red’s and canary yellow’s. I don’t like to blend into the background, I like being centre stage. I didn’t own any cute little sandals like the other kids here did, I only ever wore boots.
So, I knew that no matter what I wore today, I was going to stand out, so I decided to make it obvious. I want to set fashion trends not follow them. So I took out my ripped leggings and my favourite black and blue pirate style top, complete with wires to make the middle like a corset. Admittedly, I kind of looked like I was going to a party dressed as a rock chic/pirate, but I like it! I fluffed out my long, rock chic hair, still in the same style it had been since I started performing at 15.
“OK Marie, you can stall all you want, you still have to go!” I spoke aloud.
I looked in the mirror one last time before slinging my backpack over my shoulder and heading downstairs to where a yummy scent of pancakes was coming from the kitchen. I walked in to see my Aunt Katherine making pancakes and my older cousin, Luke, leant against the sink talking to her.
“Morning Shorty!” Luke smiled and patted my head as I walked in.
“Stretch,” I laughed and pretended to bite his fingers.
Me and Luke had called each other Stretch and Shorty since we were about 11 and 12, when Luke grew tall and I stayed normal height. I was average height at 5’ 7”, yet Luke, despite only being a year older, was 6’ 5”. He had always been taller than me, but lately he seemed bigger than usual due to his ever growing muscle.
“Morning Kat,” I smiled at my aunt.
“Morning Marie,” she smiled, “I made pancakes as encouragement for your first day.”
“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but before too long I’m going to be huge! Your food is just too good!” I laughed.
“Oh...well, I guess I could just throw the rest of the mixture away,” she said and walked towards the bin.
“Hey! I never said I wouldn’t eat it,” I laughed and held out my plate.
I love my aunt, she’s really relaxed and easy going, despite being under a lot of pressure. No one believes Luke is her son, because he is 18 and she only looks about 28 (when in reality she’s 34). She was a single parent but managed to raise Luke and study hard. She now owns her own law firm.
15 minutes and 4 pancakes each later, me and Luke were both finally out of the door and heading towards school.
“Nervous?” Luke asked.
“Yep,” I admitted.
“Well don’t be...you’ll be fine. I mean, you’re gonna stand out in those clothes though...maybe you should go shopping tomorrow...” he said thoughtfully.
“I like my clothes!” I protested, “and you know me Luke, I love standing out from the sheep!”
“Yeah I guess so...now come on...race you!” he smiled challengingly, knowing I wouldn’t resist a race.
We both took off down the street, racing towards the school gates that I could vaguely see at the end of the street.
“Haha, I win!” I laughed as I reached the gates before Luke.
“Alright, alright,” Luke laughed, panting slightly, “when did you get so fast?”
“I think it is more because of the fact that your height, creates greater wind resistance, which slows you down!” I grinned, “See, it’s better to be short!”
Luke just laughed and ruffled my hair before placing his hand on my back and pushing me through the gates.
“Stop stalling, I’ll take you to the office but then you’re on your own, cuz!” he laughed.
I just grumbled incoherently and followed Luke as he walked into the main building. I was already getting quite a few disapproving looks from the plastic looking girls, but that didn’t bother me. It did help arriving with Luke, as he was quite popular and wanted by a lot of those girls, so at least I wouldn’t get in a fight with them...although, a nice fight would have relieved some of my nervous tension right now. I don’t think Aunt Kat would be very happy if I got thrown out on the first day though.
Before I realized quite where I was, Luke had opened the door to the school office.
“Alright here you go, you’re on your own from now though, Shorty,” Luke smiled.
“Umm, OK” I said.
“Trust me, you’ll be fine,” he said.
He gave me a swift hug and wished me luck before heading off and immediately getting surrounded by his friends. I took a deep breath and stepped into the office and walked over to the empty desk.
“Erm, hello?” I called, peering over the desk to see if there was anyone there.
I gasped as a woman in her mid-forties stood up abruptly.
“Hello and welcome to Skyline High School, home of the Grizzlies! My name is Julie Summers!” she said in a far-too-perfect-for-the-morning voice.
“Hmm, home of the Grizzlies, that explains all the bear paw prints I have been seeing everywhere,” I said, more to myself than her.
“Yes it does!” she enthused, still in that perky voice, “Anyway, what can I do to help you?”
“Erm, I’m a new student here. I just transferred here from London,” I said.
“Ooh London! I have always wanted to go there!” she all but screamed, “What’s your full name, and date of birth?”
“Marie Jay Evans,” I said, leaning forward on the desk, “and my date of birth is July 5th 1993.”
“OK,” she smiled, tapping my details in on the computer with stupidly long nails, “Ah OK, I’ve found you! Do you have your transcripts, immunisation records, birth certificate?”
“I’m guessing it’s all this,” I said, taking the folder that my aunt had given me this morning out of my bag.
I watched as Miss Julie Barbie-Doll Summers flicked through the folder, occasionally typing things in on the computer. I wonder how she types with those nails....I would just get frustrated and snap them off.
“Alright Marie,” she said, bringing me out of my daze, “I will need to keep this until the end of the day so that I can make copies for your file, and you can pick them up at the end of the day. Here is your class schedule, a map of the school, some details on school events, and some forms that you need to get your new teachers to sign this week. Return the completed forms at the end of each school day. I hope you enjoy being a student here at Skyline High School!”
I took the bunch of papers she gave and thanked her, before stuffing all but my class schedule and map into my bag. My first class was Drama, which was great in one way, because I was good at Drama, but did mean that on my first class in a new school, I was going to be thrust straight into the spotlight, and not at the back of a class....oh well, this could be fun!
I followed my map to drama class, not particularly caring if the fact I was carrying a map made it obvious I was new. I mean, let’s face it, they would have noticed if I had been here before! I gave my note to the teacher for her to sign and then put it back in my bag. Unfortunately, the teacher wouldn’t let me just go sit in a corner until the rest of the class arrived.
“Welcome!” she said, in typical drama teacher over-the-top fashion, “Welcome to Skyline High School, Miss....”
“Evans,” I smiled, liking this teacher already, “Marie Evans.”
“Well then, Miss Evans, I am thrilled you have decided to join our class, where I, Miss Morgan, will train you into the talented young thespian that you are inside! That is, so long as you are a talented you thespian inside. True talent cannot be taught, it just has to be discovered! And by the look of your clothes,” she smiled and looked my outfit up and down, “you are at the very least creative!”
“Don’t worry Miss Morgan, I’ve been in and out of acting classes since I was 7 and my mum spotted a talent in me,” I grinned, feeling excited about this class now.
“Excellent! It will be nice to have fresh meat in this class,” she smiled as the final bell went and the remainder of the class walked in.
I moved away from the teacher and backed away into the corner of the room, where I promptly stood on someone’s foot.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” I said, turning around to look at whoever it was I stood on.
Wow...this guy was not like the normal students here. He looked more like me. I don’t mean he looked feminine, not one bit! But he wasn’t dressed all preppy or like a jock. He was wearing dark jeans, black trainers, a dark grey t-shirt and black leather jacket. He looked like the kind of guy most people would back away from if they saw him in the street, but not me. He made me think of home. Think of how most guys in England dressed in dark colours. Also, he had an angel’s face. Actually...no...not an angel, but something equally mystical. He had skin the colour of caramel and prefect features, like his face had been chiselled from stone. But that wasn’t what made me find him outstandingly beautiful. What made me think that, was his eyes. They were such a dark brown that they were almost black, the kind of colour that would normally take my breath away. Yet, these eyes, they looked like they had seen too much for his age. They were haunted...tortured. And this made me want to know him...find out what made him this way.
While I had been looking at him, he had been looking at me....which, if I’m honest, I liked.
“No problem,” he almost smiled, a very light Italian accent coloring his voice, “you’re not exactly heavy, even on just one foot.”
“Erm, thank I guess!” I laughed and held out my hand, “I’m Marie”
“You’re welcome. And I’m Drake,” he said and lifted my hand and kissed it gently.
That move would have made most guys look like a fool, or a guy who was trying too hard to make a girl like him. Yet Drake made it look completely normal.
“Excuse me, would you like to join in with the class?” Miss Morgan called, “Miss Evans? Mr Salvatore?”
“Sorry,” I said and we both stepped forward into the group, as numerous girls glared at me.
Miss Morgan started talking about short monologue’s, and how to make the most of them, especially in an audition situation. I already knew this, so sidestepped closer to Drake so I could whisper to him.
“Salvatore?” I whispered, “that’s really your last name?”
“I’m guessing you’re a Vampire Diaries fan?” he whispered back, humour in his voice.
“Well yeah. So seriously, is that really your last name?”
“Yeah it is. Salvatore is actually a fairly common name in Italy.”
“Miss Evans! Perhaps you would like to give us an example of a monologue?” Miss Morgan said, obviously aware that we had been talking.
“Erm, sure!” I smiled and stepped into the centre of the circle.
I ignored the scripts on the table and brought up a monologue from memory...from Romeo and Juliet. “Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!”
I spoke the old fashioned words easily, letting my mind sink into the role of Juliet, “Dost thou love me, I know thou wilt say Ay;
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,
My true-love passion: therefore pardon me;
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered...”
I smiled when I had finished, and smiled wider still when people clapped. All except for three girls who glared at me. Oh well, they weren’t to my concern. I gave an over-the-top bow and then went back to my place in the circle.
“Excellent!” Miss Morgan enthused, “that is what we want! You could all learn a lot from Miss Evans. She does not shy away from Shakespeare as many of you do! Excellent, Miss Evans, simply excellent. I see a raw talent in you that I will be honoured to make shine! Now, everyone come and choose a script from the table, I want it memorised for the next class. Except you, Miss Evans, you need not learn one. After you have your script, you may leave!”