This isn't a FanFic connected to Twilight per say, because theses are all my characters, but they were all inspired by Twilight. These books inspired me to explore creativeness and that is a beautiful thing.
Jenna Samuels is nearly eighteen years old. She lives a simplistic, wonderful life in Maryland with her mother Heidi, and her stepfather Jonathan. Her biological father Brett lives in Maine, still in the same house that her parents bought together when they were still married. When tragedy strikes Jenna's family, she must move to Maine to live with her father, whom she has not lived with in almost six years. While moving back to Maine, she is reunited with her childhood best friend and love-interest, Alec Underhill. Alec, however, has a secret that she does not know about, and so does the rest of his entire family. While at school, Jenna meets a family--an "off limits" family as Alec would have put it--and befriends them. Will she find out Alec's family secret? And will this mysterious new family become her new friends or foes?
I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. Too much has happened since summer break; too much has changed. I don’t even feel like the same person anymore. I feel like the old me died in the boating accident with mom and Jonathan; I don’t feel like I’m even me anymore. I feel like my body is physically alive and has recovered, but my mind and soul have died. I’m simply drifting through the winds of life, without really living. I have always had to be strong, my entire life almost. I always had to be strong for mom; always had to be strong for my friends, or my team; for everything. Maybe I’m tired of being strong all the time. Maybe I don’t want to be strong anymore. Maybe I want to be protected for once.
There’s just no point anymore.
I sighed, closing the cover of my lime-green, leather diary. I tossed it to the foot of my bed and sunk back into my pillows, burying my head under the covers. I was back home in Maine; a place I had not visited since I was twelve years old. Now seventeen, moving back to your hometown for your last year of high school isn’t quite the “senior experience” I would have chosen for myself.
But here I was, and here I was going to stay. At least, for now. I wasn’t eighteen yet, therefore I was still under the custody of my father, Brett Samuels. Until the accident, I hadn’t seen my dad in almost five years. We talked every year on the big holidays, but Brett had slowly been blotted out of my childhood by my mother, Renée, after the divorce. I had a pretty broken childhood until Mom met Jonathan—he really did make a difference.
But before I dive anymore into my mangled, broken excuse for a life, you might want to know what happened before I moved back to Maine.
I remember the day of the incident as if it were yesterday. My mother and her husband—my stepfather—Jonathan, were celebrating their tenth anniversary, and Jonathan treated her to a weekend trip to Siesta Key's in Florida. I would have gone, but I insisted on staying back in Maryland; I had finals and the SAT to study for, so I insisted that they head on without me. I didn’t want to be a drag on their vacation; it was their anniversary for Pete’s sake! No kids allowed. But little did I know that it was the last time I would ever see either of their smiling and jubilant faces alive.
The day I got the call had been far from un-ordinary. It was a Tuesday, and I went to school like normal, spent time with Kassi—my best friend at the time—and Jason, my boyfriend, as well as everyone else in our small group of friends. I had spoken to Mom on the phone during lunch, and she and Jon were about to go boating. She was beyond thrilled; her life-long dream was to boat across the Atlantic with Jonathan by her side after she retired. She was no stranger to the water—she’s been boating for years—yet, she always had the same reaction to the water; pure, blissful, excitement. It always was as if it were her first time out.
She told me the weather was perfect for the occasion; cloudless and sunny, with a slight breeze. She continued to babble on about all the fish she hoped to see, the tan she was determined to get..and how Jonathan was nervous—it was their first time without a guide. My mother was fearless though; when danger approached and most would cower and panic, she embraced the fear. She was an adrenalin junkie like me.
She would have babbled for another hour had I not had to cut her off, since lunch was ending. She told me she loved me, and would certainly gush about every exact detail when they returned, and hung up. I now cherish every waking moment of that conversation. Normally, people get exhausted listening to their mothers “talk their ears off,” and often are exasperated and irritated by the time the conversation is over, but I, on the other hand, will never be able to know the feeling again.
I was in Physics—my last period—when I was called down to the office; an emergency call was waiting for me. I would have never in my seventeen years expected to receive the news I had that day. I assumed Jonathan or Mom was in the hospital needing stitches; Jonathan or Mom was dehydrated. Never, did I imagine that I would be talking to the police from Florida.
The principal was standing by the receptionist, Mrs. Lowe, who handed me the phone with a grief-stricken face. I swallowed the boulder that had developed in my throat, put my ear to the receiver, and answered.
I was informed that their boat had stricken a submerged rock, and that the boat had capsized about three miles out into the sea. Jonathan had never been a strong swimmer. Heidi’s head struck a rock. She never felt any pain.
I dropped the phone, and I felt as if everything were moving in slow motion. I vaguely remember Principal Perkins patting my shoulder, and Ms. Garner—the school counselor—holding me as I cried. I had gone numb inside.
I broke up with Jason that day, and went straight home. I curled up on their bed, hugging Heidi’s pillow as I sobbed, smelling in her sweet scent. Everything in my body hurt; my limbs screamed any time I even tried to move in the slightest. My heart pounded in my chest with an erratic rhythm, my lungs feeling as if they would split in two any second, giving out from the amount of sobs exploding from my chest. My head felt like it was going to explode any minute now, unable to deal with the severity of the emotions that were coursing through my body. I thought I was going to die.
I laid in their bed for the rest of the day, and until mid afternoon. I would have never gotten up had I not had to use the restroom. And even that took every ounce of remaining energy in my body to do. I felt and looked like a zombie. The image in the mirror was that of a girl I’d never seen in my life—any evidence of the old Jenna had dissolved into yesterday’s wind.
If I didn’t have any responsibilities to take care of, I would have stayed in that bed until death itself claimed me as its next victim; but I had too many things that had to be taken care of to even contemplate being selfish.
Jonathan’s cat, Penny, would be alone; her master and companion never seen nor heard from again. What would she think? She would have to go live with Jonathan’s mother, Lucy, in Ohio. Heidi’s tropical Parrot, Gus would not have a home either, since I knew there was no way I was going to stay in this house. I was not yet a legal adult; therefore I would be placed in the care of my father, Brett.
The neighbor down the street, Marcus, had always had a love for Gus. He would be happy to take him in—he was in his mid-twenties, so there shouldn’t be a problem. That night I packed everything I had into two suitcases and booked a flight for Augusta the following Tuesday. I assumed it would take about a week for me to pack everything up, find the animals a home, and take care of the funerals. Mom would have turned thirty-seven on August 2nd; two weeks from now.
I considered scheduling the funeral for then, but I knew their bodies would be long decomposed before then. Therefore, I would try to get something for this upcoming Saturday. There was so much that needed to be taken care of between now and then…I didn’t know how I was going to do it. It all seemed impossible—but as I had learned, all things thought impossible could be made possible.
After all…I lost my entire family in one day. Anything could happen.
My flight was scheduled to leave two hours after the funeral ended, and I was to fly out with Dad. I organized the funeral in honor of my mother. Her favorite flowers had always been red tulips; they brought out her softer side. I adorned the entire funeral with the flowers—where there was a space possible, there were tulips. This made some of the attendees smile—it helped everyone remember what kind of a person she was. Instead of your traditional, dull, tear-jerking music, I played a CD composed of Jonathan’s music. Everyone knew he was an aspired pianist, and this was my way of honoring him.
After the caskets were closed, numerous friends and family came to thank me for such a “beautifully put together funeral.” I thanked them for attending, and when I turned around, Brett was standing behind me, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
My parents’ divorce was bitter. As much as I loved my mother, she really did Brett wrong. Heidi worked as a stock broker in New York, and had recently moved there after she accepted the job. Dad and I stayed behind in Maine, but we planned to move to New York so Mom could continue with her career.
It had been four months since she had moved, and Dad went to surprise Mom with a visit. I stayed with our close friends, the Underhills. I was never told the true story until I was fourteen, which resulted in me being so uncontrollably angry with my mother that I called Dad, which I had not done in at least a year.
Dad was walking down Lexington Avenue toward Mom’s office, when he passed by a local restaurant. He peeked inside—as he does to most stores he passes by—and almost would have not seen her, had it not been for the red dress he bought her on their fifth anniversary. She was laughing and visibly holding hands with a man whom she sat across a booth from.
Her hair was down in loose curls, and she had on the red dress, with beautiful and expensive diamond earrings—something my father had never given her. They were laughing, and she leaned in and kissed the stranger. My dad simply set the tulips on the window’s ledge, handed the chocolates to someone passing by, turned around, and went back to the airport.
The stranger as we all know was indeed Jonathan, and Dad filed for a divorce the day after he returned from the city. I had been confused; I thought Dad and Mom loved each other and would always stick together. Dad explained to me that sometimes love fails, and that he and Mom were better off without each other. What I didn’t know was that she was better off without him.
I had assumed that Dad was cheating on mom with someone, and I was angry at him for filing the divorce. I thought it was he who wanted out of the marriage. I turned my back on him, and only spoke to him on his birthday. Other than that, I mailed cards for Father’s Day and Christmas, and that was the end of it.
I assume that Heidi felt guilty about having lied to me for this long, so she told me the truth on the day of his thirty-ninth birthday—I was fourteen. I yelled and screamed at her, calling her a liar. I stormed out of the house and ran to Kassi’s house, where I remained for almost a week before Heidi and Mrs. Kate forced me to go home.
Thankfully, things got back to normal, but I never looked at my dad the same way again. Brett; how much I had forgotten how much I resembled him. I got my hair from my mother—coppery, curly, auburn hair. However, I had my father’s eyes and nose and smile. I had my mother’s height—which wasn’t much to brag about—and her personality.
“Hey, Scooter,” he whispered, taking a step forward. It was my old nickname, and memories from childhood flooded my mind, bombarding me. I smiled softly, and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him.
“Daddy, I’ve missed you,” I murmured into his jacket, tears beginning to well in my eyes.
“I’ve missed you too, honey.” He replied. Everything, somehow, was okay. I knew I was going to make it through this hell hole of a week, and I could feel Mom’s presence beside me. I knew she and Jonathan were okay, and that gave me peace of mind. I knew I was nowhere near recovering and finished grieving, but I knew that I was going to make it through this, and whatever else was to come.
Now I’m back home in Maine, where I’ve always belong from the beginning. It’s been a month since everything has happened, but every day I still wake up and feel like a worthless waste of space. Dad threatened to send me to a psychiatrist if I kept staying in bed…that was the only motivation I had for getting up. I didn’t want to talk to some complete stranger about my problems—I didn’t want to talk to someone who was paid to care about me and my problems. No thank you.
“Phoebe! You better get moving unless you want to be late for school!” Brett yelled from the kitchen downstairs, his voice breaking my train of thought.
“Ugh! Okay, I’m up!” I yelled back, groaning and throwing my covers off of me, rolling onto my left side to glance at my clock. 8:15 A.M. School starts at 9:05.*edited by mod* I grunted, springing out of bed, sprinting to the bathroom with such force that I nearly lost my footing on the carpet on my floor.
I brushed my teeth as if the bristles would scrape away the pain in my life. I stared blankly into the mirror, still seeing nothing but a worthless and ugly girl. My auburn hair was long but mangled like a lion’s mane; my green eyes were sunken, with deep purple bags settling under them. My cheeks had lost all of their natural color, and my hip bones were jutting out in unnatural angles.
Brett knew I wasn’t eating that much, but I couldn’t wear anything that would blow my cover on truly how frail I was becoming. He would surly send me to a shrink if he found out.
I shook my head, spitting out my toothpaste and leaving the bathroom to get dressed. Maine’s weather was much the opposite of how it was back home in Maryland. I could wear shorts to school until the end of September, which was nice; I could show off the tan the summer had blessed me with for a little while until I had to bring out the jeans. But not here; it’s pants season almost year round.
Not really caring what I wore to school, I grabbed the first shirt in sight when I opened my closet door—a rose colored button up. I quickly cuffed the sleeves to elbow’s length, and quickly put it on before slipping into a pair of white skinny jeans with too much ease…I had to do something about this if I wanted to keep my secret from Dad. But I would worry about that later.
I opened my closet again and grabbed some black knee-high boots, looping my favorite brown braided belt through my pants before skipping back to the bathroom once again. I really didn’t feel like doing anything with my hair, at all. So I threw it up into a messy bun, complete with a simple black headband to keep my fly-away bangs in place so as to avoid my notorious “alien hair” as it has so-appropriately been nicknamed.
As for makeup, I quickly applied black eyeliner and mascara on my eyes, blush for my cheeks, and a peachy lipstick to my lips. I puffed some perfume on my neck and hair to finish my look, sighed, and went downstairs. This was as good as it was going to get.
“Aah, it lives,” Dad smiled at my from over his newspaper.
“Unfortunately,” I grumbled, opening the cabinet and retrieving a glass.
“Now don’t talk like that honey. You don’t mean that.” He didn’t sound too concerned, though.
“You’d be surprised.” I half-whispered as I poured myself half a glass of milk. I had to make it look legitimate. Dad just rolled his eyes and folded his newspaper down onto the table.
“So, how are we feeling today?”
“Ugh, Dad I’m not in kindergarten. You know I hate the first day of school.” I cringed as I took a sip of my milk.
“Now you wipe that frown off your face right now Jen. You’re too pretty for that.” He smiled, reaching across the table and putting his hand on top of mine. “You’re going to be fine sweetheart.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself, dad. And everyone else who asks—I’m fine. Maybe one day I’ll stop lying.” I shrugged, getting up from the table and slinging my satchel over my left shoulder. “Bye Dad. See you after school.”
“Wait, aren’t you going to eat?” He called behind me as I walked out of the kitchen.
“Nope. See you later.” I replied as I grabbed my black peacoat from the closet by the front door. I only heard him mumbling with disapproval as I left the house.
I was thoroughly surprised at how crowded the parking lot was when I got to school. Augusta isn’t an enormous city, but I guess it was average. For some reason I had thought I was moving to some small village. Hm, bit city life has gotten to me, I guess.
I quickly parked and cut the engine, staring out into the courtyard at all of the excited and smiling faces. That used to be me. I used to have a glow to myself, I used to be the one who made people smile, just by smiling. I used to be fun. I’m not any of those things anymore, though. Could I pretend to be? It seemed like too much energy to try and pretend to be something that is the complete opposite of who I am.
I have to try, though. Unless I want people on my back all the time, prodding me with questions about being depressed, about the accident, sending me to counselors . . . that’s not going to happen. I refuse to be someone’s guinea pig.
With that settled I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and shut the door. Thankfully I didn’t feel out of place driving a 2008 Civic. Back home the kids were more…spoiled. It wasn’t unusual to see a couple Porches and BMW’s in the student parking lot. Renée and Jon provided plenty for me, though. I personally chose a Honda because I didn’t want to spend an arm and a leg on gas. Besides, it was cute, and I liked the color blue. So it worked out perfectly.
It was cloudy and windy out, but the front door wasn’t too far away from where I was parked, so I just slung my coat over my arm and made my way to the door. Guys around me were tossing a football back and forth, groups of girls were clustered together, whispering and swooning over the football players. Some “loners” were sitting at their own tables, reading books or just people watching.
It was your typical school scene. Thank God. I wouldn’t have been able to survive a prep-run school. Not even for two seconds.
Once inside, I got all of my paperwork sorted out with ease. It took about ten minutes, and my school schedule was handed to me just as the first bell was ringing to corral everyone inside. My locker was number was 512. Right in the middle of the hallway. Go me.
Rolling my eyes, and quickly made my way down the hallway, hoping I could get settled before the throng of laughter found me. But that would make my first day way too easy, right? So of course as soon as I got to my locker, an army of student crashed through the back door that led to the sanctuary. And they were all cheerleaders and jocks. The smell of hairspray engulfed me like a cloud, combined with the overly-pungent smell of male cologne.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I grumbled under my breath as I slammed my locker door shut. I had to get out of here. Where is my first class?
I glanced at my paper, and my first class was Calculus with Mr. Barney. Hm, ‘Barney’. Well this could be a fun class. At least the teacher has a humorous name.
It was on the second floor, in room 203. Now I had to elbow my way through the horde of people and to the stairs. Hopefully I make it out of here alive without dying of suffocation. I braced myself, locking my elbows to my side. With a deep breath, I just started forward, pushing through the center of the crowd.
“Excuse me. Scuse me, sorry. Excuse me. Sorry, I just need to get by real quick…” I was about half way down the hall now. And there was this horde of cheerleaders taking up literally the entire hallway. They weren’t paying attention to anyone around them…they just all surrounded who I assumed was the Queen Bee of the school. She had long and glossy blonde hair which was perfectly sculpted into a waterfall braid. There were no fly-away hairs, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t even use bobby pins.
I’ll be honest, I was envious of her hair right now.
“Scuse me…sorry, I need to get to the stairs.” I tried to be as polite as possible—these types of girls typically had entitlement issues, and I wasn’t in the mood to cause an unnecessary scene today. Unfortunately for me, the girls simply looked at me, and turned their noses as if I wasn’t there.
“ExCUSE me. I need to get to the stairs.” I repeated, louder. I was aware that some people had stopped to observe what was going on, most likely trying to anticipate an argument or some sort. Which I knew was on the surface of happening if one of these bimbos didn’t make an effort to move in about two seconds.
“Alright, that’s it. Move out of my way.” I growled, wedging my hands between two of the girls and pushing them aside. They squealed little, “Hey!”s and huffed as I kept walking forward. As I got to the center of the circle, the girl in the center of the group was giggling about how much she wanted to date some kid named Matt Bender.
“Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt your conversation but I need to get to the stairs. So if I could just slide past that would be great.” I was now standing in the center of their circle, and she was the only thing standing in between me and the stairs.
“And who are you exactly?” She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, taking a step back. She cocked her head to the side, placing her pointer finger on her chin. “I have never seen you before. Are you new?”
“Yes, I just moved here. But I really need to get to my calculus class so if you could…move…that would be great.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“I’m Jenna. Now can you please get out of my way?” I was losing my temper. Why didn’t she move? I had places to be. People to avoid.
“Hm,” She rolled her eyes and stepped aside.
“Thank you.” I quickly pushed passed her and up the stairs. I could hear them whispering about me as I walked off, but I was in too much of a hurry to care. I just wanted to get away from her. I reached the top of the stairs and took a quick, sharp right turn, straight into the wall.
Or at least what I thought was a wall.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, dropping everything in my hands.
“I am so sorry. Are you okay?” His voice was deep, indicating the endings of puberty. I looked up, straight into the bluest eyes I had ever seen in my life. His hair was black as a raven, he had a strong jaw line, straight nose…an angular face. He had high cheek bones, and long black lashes flared out around his eyes. His full, pink lips were turned down in a frown, hopefully as a result from our collision. He was so attractive.
He stood over six feet, and although he wearing a grey long sleeve, I could tell he was muscular. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his forearms. And even those were probably strong enough to snap someone’s arm in half.
“I uh…I…class…calculus…” I babbled, still trying to figure out whether or not this person in front of my was real or not. A small smile spread across his lips, and a chuckle escaped his lips.
“I’m Harrison.” He extended his hand.
“Jenna,” I replied, reluctantly shaking his hand. I was making a complete fool out of myself. What am I doing? “I can’t believe I barreled straight into you. I am such a klutz. I’m sorry, oh my gosh.” I started rambling. I still couldn’t believe this guy was still talking to me.
“Jenna, it’s fine, really. You were in a hurry. You said you have calculus next?” He had already picked up everything I had dropped and was holding it in his arms. “I actually have calculus as well…Mr. Barney?”
“Really? Well thank God… I won’t be a complete loner in that class then…even though the thought also doesn’t bother me that much.” I shrugged.
“New in town?” He turned, gesturing with his hand to the left to escort me towards the room. I had taken the wrong turn out of the stairs.
“Sort of. I was born here, but my parents divorced not long after I was born and I moved with my mom to Maryland. But now I’m back living with my Dad.” I was hoping he wouldn’t ask why I moved. I actually didn’t feel completely worthless right now, and it felt nice. And I didn’t want to have a pity party with someone I just met. That would surely ruin any chance I have of being friends with him.
“Ah, I see. My family and I have lived here for a couple years now. We move around a lot for my dad’s job. We moved here from Oregon for my freshman year and we’ve been here ever since.” He paused outside of the room, and opened the door for me.
“Oh, thanks,” It was nice meeting a gentleman for once. The room was relatively small and a complete square. And just my luck; the cheerleader was in my class. Who knew she was smart enough to be in calculus?
“Oh, perfect.” I grumbled, walking to a seat in the center of the room. Harrison followed suit, choosing a seat to my right.
“I see you’ve met Alex.” He smirked as he slung his backpack over the back of his chair.
“Unfortunately.” I mumbled, taking my ponytail out, running my fingers through my hair. He watched my in silence as I put my hair back up before he continued.
“So do you have any siblings?”
“Nope, it’s just me and my Dad. I don’t think I’m going to see much of him, though. He’s the fire chief…so I guess it just depends on how the fire season is on how much I’ll be home alone…what about you?”
“I have a sister, Annemarie. She is a junior. My dad is a lawyer and my mom is a psychiatrist for distressed teenagers. She didn’t go to college straight out of school, but she’s always had a calling for helping people, and teenagers seems to be her soft spot.” He was doodling on a piece of paper now.
“Do you draw?” I asked, slightly leaning over towards him to get a better look. He was drawing a rose.
“Paint, actually. I never was really that good at drawing in my opinion…but painting has always come easily to me. I still sketch in my spare time though…or when a class is too boring to keep my attention.” He flashed me a smile; his teeth were painfully perfect. I felt my stomach jump a bit, and some color filled my cheeks. I had to look away before I blew my cover.
“I’ve never been creative enough for any of that…I also suck at art of any kind. I can’t draw, paint…anything. It’s just painful to try, too. Everything turns out too ugly for me to show anyone.”
“I bet you’re not that awful. Everyone has a creative side to them. Do you play any instruments?”
“I used to play piano…I haven’t played it in a couple of months, though.” My voice dropped a bit and I stared at the board, trying to keep my composure. Please don’t ask me why.
“Aw, bummer. Maybe once you get settled in you can pick it back up. Having a creative outlet to let you get away from life is important. It’s something you can escape to when you’re tired of all the trash life throws at you.” He stopped drawing, and he was looking at me, although I was staring at the blank white board like an idiot.
“Here,” he said, sliding a piece of paper onto my desk. It was the rose he had been sketching.
“Oh, I can’t take this. You drew it…” I held it back out to him.
“I want you to have it. It’s not really that great, but I’ll give you something better next time.” He winked, refusing to take it back. My stomach did a couple of somersaults, and I placed it back on my desk.
Why was he being nice to me? I couldn’t understand why he kept talking to me, even after I barreled straight into him from the stairs, and then made a complete fool out of myself when I couldn’t even put a sentence together. Yet he just laughed and he even showed me to my classroom. Even when he knew I was walking the wrong way.
Not that I’m ungrateful for his generosity, but could he really see how pathetic I am? How vulnerable and useless I am? I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it all seems too good to be true. Especially for me. Nothing good ever happens to me; I don’t deserve anything good in my life.
But Harrison actually made me feel…okay. Even if it wasn’t sincere, I would take it for now. Feeling like I wasn’t garbage for a day wouldn’t kill me, even if it would all go away the second I got home.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Harrison was in 3 of my other classes—English, Spanish, and US History. He was a complete genius too. It was evident that teachers really loved him; he didn’t cause trouble, he was witty, but it wasn’t rude. He easily answered any answer that was thrown at him, and he was just charming.
It was obvious that all the girls had it in for him too. Any time he would speak, literally all eyes were on him. The girls were staring and drooling, and the guys were rolling their eyes. Surprisingly though, he didn’t pay them any attention. He didn’t flirt with the girls, he didn’t scoff at the guys when the girls sighed whenever he talked…nothing. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say he didn’t even realize all this was happening.
Either that or he just paid no attention to it.
I had just finished my last class, Economics, and I was getting everything out of my locker. The hallway was bustling with noise and laughter, and I was completely exhausted from all of it. I just wanted to get home and go to sleep.
I quickly grabbed my keys from my bag, closed my locker, and started down the hall. And to my surprise, Harrison was only about thirty lockers away from me. He was leaning up against it, talking to a tall and slender blonde. Her hair was the color of sunshine, and she dressed like a model. I decided I would pretend like I didn’t see either of them, and I would just continue walking straight to the front so I could go home.
“Hey, Jenna!” He called as I passed. He straightened up and walked over to where I was.
“Oh, hey! I didn’t realize how close our lockers are.” I replied innocently.
“This is my sister, Annemarie.” Sister. Thank God.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jenna.” She extended her hand, flashing me a smile. Her teeth were perfect too! Her eyes were an emerald green, and her skin was alabaster.
“Hi, nice to meet you too.”
“So how was your first day? Harrison said you just moved back from Maryland. Hope the change isn’t too drastic for you.” She seemed genuine, too.
“I’m surviving…first days of school never treat me well.” I lied, shrugging. Hopefully this was more convincing than I sounded.
“Understandable. I always hate the first month of school because we basically go to school to get babysat. We don’t even learn anything, and we spend time learning things about each other and our teachers. We waste so much time; I’ve considered skipping the first couple weeks until we actually do something productive. Spare my sanity.” Annemarie rolled her eyes and flashed a half-smile at me.
We were walking down the hall now, which had now thankfully become some-what manageable after the flock of jocks ran off to practice. Some students still lingered in the hall, but just enough had left for me to feel comfortable.
“Tell me about it. We didn’t do anything in class today. I wanted to die.” I added.
“Was I really that awful of company? Ouch.” Harrison interjected, playfully acting as if his feelings were hurt.
“Oh trust me…because you were in class with me, I didn’t kill myself. I’m convinced I would have slapped Alex too had you not been there.” I admitted, slightly reddening.
“Everyone wants to slap her…they are just afraid of what she’ll do to them if they even think twice about it. She’ll get what is coming her way soon enough though.”
We were outside by now, and it was starting to sprinkle outside.
“Well hey, it was nice meeting you guys. You saved me from having a completely lame first day. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said, descending one of the steps to the school.
“Definitely.” Harrison replied, flashing me another one of his model-like smiles. My insides turned to mush and I could only muster up a smile in response.
Dad was already sitting in his easy-chair when I got home.
“I see you survived your first day!” He called as soon as I walked in the door.
“Unfortunately,” I mumbled, kicking my boots off and into the corner, behind the door.
“It’s so nice to see that you have such a positive attitude towards school.”
“What can I say…it’s one of my many talents.” I replied as I ascended the stairs.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“No. And it’s not even ready yet, Dad.” I was at the top of the stairs now, walking down the hallway to my room.
“But you haven’t eaten anything today!” He yelled back, I could hear him walking towards the stairs.
“I ate at lunch.” I mean, an apple is sufficient, don’t you think?
“Jenna Elizabeth Samuels!” Great, now he is serious.
“Whatever. Call me down when it’s ready.” I growled, closing my door. This is just ridiculous…being forced to eat. I can take care of myself.
I tossed my bag into the silver beanbag chair in the corner of my room and flopped face-down onto my bed. I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to lay here.
The only thing I did want to do was see Harrison again. And I don’t know why.