Draft: num. 1 - A New School.

A new school?

Well, not exactly the three words I would like to hear, but I have been to more schools in my life than foster homes. Would another new school really make a difference?

I didn't think so, if only you knew how wrong I was...

October welcomed November with open arms, the fall winds were growing colder and the grass courtyard outside my window was coated in a thin layer of rime.

I have been a part of the Rhys family for a little more than four weeks and Emelyn has decided that I have had more than enough time to settle in.

Today was going to be my first day at Cliffview Secondary and even with my multitude of high school experiences, this one made me feel nauseous and anxious, both at the same time.

After taking warm shower in an attempt to sooth my jumbled nerves, I slipped on a white cami, a black lace blouse, my torn skinnies, and paired it off with some black ballet flats Emelyn had bought me last week. The outfit was not really me, but I knew it would make her happy if I wore some of the clothes that she had went into the trouble of finding me.

Just before heading downstairs, I applied some earth tone eye makeup, lip-gloss, and threw my bag over my shoulder.

Emelyn wanted to drive me to school for my first day, but she had to cancel as her boss needed her at work this morning. Instead, Lucas would have to drive me and I had this feeling that he didn't want to. Lately it was just a vibe that I got from him, call it a premonition, but the boy had some ill feelings toward me. For what? I had yet to figure that out.

Lucas was standing at the bottom of the stairs texting on his cell phone...

to be continued