New Girl
Chapter 1
My mind raced with fearful thoughts, a new town meant a new school and that meant new friends.
Staring out at the rain pattering down on the windows before rolling down over the metallic of the car. The droplets so pure and innocent, so transparent their emotions unreadable.
Raindrops were relatable.
Falling from somewhere they thought was perfect; their idea of heaven, before beginning the great decent down; so fast they couldn't trigger the events unfolding, surrounded by fellow fallers desperately crying, pleading. Savagely splattering on to the cold harsh truth beneath, tiny pieces thrown everywhere, tiny pieces that kept them together.
Free falling from the pure bliss above.
The rain was my favourite weather, with it comes the bitter sweet cold and with that comes the comfort, the ease, the ability to be free.
“I’ll never understand your passion for the rain” my mother’s cold voice echoed the empty car before triggering in my mind. To be honest my mum didn’t understand much about me, my passion to write, my passion for music, my passion for art, basically any of my passions.
“Sure” I sighed deeply not wanting to talk my gaze met the oblivious characters leaning against the abandoned ware house, lolling their heads back at the joke I clearly wasn’t in on. Nothing was funny right now.
“It must be your surname honey” The cold laugh produced would suggest she was happy, her whitening fists clenching the weal were telling another story.
I sat absent-mindedly fondling my necklace instantly soothing the raging nerves firing up from within ignoring her comment.
“Honey I know this is a big change –” The voice I had found so soothing all those years back now brought searing pain to my heart.
“Mum I’m fine, this is fine. Everything’s fine” I interrupted, gritting my teeth knowing how much this move meant to my mum. This was never my idea, my plan, I had wanted to graduate where I grew up but my mum thought it best we both got a fresh start.
After a silent filled 5 minutes my mum pulled up her back BMW into the 2 car driveway before turning of the ignition leaving only our breathing and the rain producing sound. Ahead of me was situated the place I would call home until I was 18, the 4 bedroom and 3 bathroom house was freshly painted white with a swimming pool outback.
I don’t think I would ever understand my mother’s decision to buy such a big house, she was away on business most of the year so this was more my house than hers.
“Isn't it just lovely” I inwardly groaned as she unbuckled her seatbelt pulling out the designer umbrella she has spent 3 weeks’ salary on, sprinting to the shelter of the porch, her heels clicking repeatedly as they hit the solid pavement. How one could justify spending so much on something that protects your hair from rain for a mere few minutes baffled me, why not just buy a cheap book to do the job?
Sighing, I heaved my body out of the comfortable car and into the thunder, the bitter wind whipping viscously at my brunette locks as I opened the boot of the car out of the corner of my watering I noticed the almost identical but slightly more homely house, on the left to ours I had not previously seen.
Squinting slightly through the hailstones now pounding down onto my bare skin I noticed the sketchy figures rushing up the drive to the front door. A deep shiver ran through my spine, not the type caused by the cold, the type caused by being watched.
Shrugging of the feeling deep within my gut and knowing forth well my mother wouldn't be coming back out to help me I lifted out the last 2 boxes of belongings the movers hadn't taken.
A gust of warm air embraced my goose bump ridden skin as I stepped inside, my mum nowhere to be found. Running up the cold stairs un-gracefully dropping her box onto the wooden floor I looked around trying to find my room.
Kicking my box with my now bare feet I opened the door I assumed belonged to my bedroom, the walls were painted a standard cream, some furniture still dissembled and all my belongings packed into boxes. Shuffling through the mountains of stuff I walked to the far left corner of my room where a window bay window was situated.
As I rested on the lilac plush pillows, pulling back a white lace curtain noting the view was of the house next doors window bay, not much to get excited about.
Whilst I counted down the lightning strikes to 7 I jerked away spotting a black figure in the opposite house’s room, my heart thumped as painful waves of fear crashed up against the walls of my chest, I arose from the once comforting seat and backed further into the cold room shuddering as memory’s flooded my mind before pulling myself together, cautiously shuffling towards the double glazed glass blinking thoroughly to reveal there was in fact no figure; my mind was probably trying to trick me.
Staring out at the rain pattering down on the windows before rolling down over the metallic of the car. The droplets so pure and innocent, so transparent their emotions unreadable.
Raindrops were relatable.
Falling from somewhere they thought was perfect; their idea of heaven, before beginning the great decent down; so fast they couldn't trigger the events unfolding, surrounded by fellow fallers desperately crying, pleading. Savagely splattering on to the cold harsh truth beneath, tiny pieces thrown everywhere, tiny pieces that kept them together.
Free falling from the pure bliss above.
The rain was my favourite weather, with it comes the bitter sweet cold and with that comes the comfort, the ease, the ability to be free.
“I’ll never understand your passion for the rain” my mother’s cold voice echoed the empty car before triggering in my mind. To be honest my mum didn’t understand much about me, my passion to write, my passion for music, my passion for art, basically any of my passions.
“Sure” I sighed deeply not wanting to talk my gaze met the oblivious characters leaning against the abandoned ware house, lolling their heads back at the joke I clearly wasn’t in on. Nothing was funny right now.
“It must be your surname honey” The cold laugh produced would suggest she was happy, her whitening fists clenching the weal were telling another story.
I sat absent-mindedly fondling my necklace instantly soothing the raging nerves firing up from within ignoring her comment.
“Honey I know this is a big change –” The voice I had found so soothing all those years back now brought searing pain to my heart.
“Mum I’m fine, this is fine. Everything’s fine” I interrupted, gritting my teeth knowing how much this move meant to my mum. This was never my idea, my plan, I had wanted to graduate where I grew up but my mum thought it best we both got a fresh start.
After a silent filled 5 minutes my mum pulled up her back BMW into the 2 car driveway before turning of the ignition leaving only our breathing and the rain producing sound. Ahead of me was situated the place I would call home until I was 18, the 4 bedroom and 3 bathroom house was freshly painted white with a swimming pool outback.
I don’t think I would ever understand my mother’s decision to buy such a big house, she was away on business most of the year so this was more my house than hers.
“Isn't it just lovely” I inwardly groaned as she unbuckled her seatbelt pulling out the designer umbrella she has spent 3 weeks’ salary on, sprinting to the shelter of the porch, her heels clicking repeatedly as they hit the solid pavement. How one could justify spending so much on something that protects your hair from rain for a mere few minutes baffled me, why not just buy a cheap book to do the job?
Sighing, I heaved my body out of the comfortable car and into the thunder, the bitter wind whipping viscously at my brunette locks as I opened the boot of the car out of the corner of my watering I noticed the almost identical but slightly more homely house, on the left to ours I had not previously seen.
Squinting slightly through the hailstones now pounding down onto my bare skin I noticed the sketchy figures rushing up the drive to the front door. A deep shiver ran through my spine, not the type caused by the cold, the type caused by being watched.
Shrugging of the feeling deep within my gut and knowing forth well my mother wouldn't be coming back out to help me I lifted out the last 2 boxes of belongings the movers hadn't taken.
A gust of warm air embraced my goose bump ridden skin as I stepped inside, my mum nowhere to be found. Running up the cold stairs un-gracefully dropping her box onto the wooden floor I looked around trying to find my room.
Kicking my box with my now bare feet I opened the door I assumed belonged to my bedroom, the walls were painted a standard cream, some furniture still dissembled and all my belongings packed into boxes. Shuffling through the mountains of stuff I walked to the far left corner of my room where a window bay window was situated.
As I rested on the lilac plush pillows, pulling back a white lace curtain noting the view was of the house next doors window bay, not much to get excited about.
Whilst I counted down the lightning strikes to 7 I jerked away spotting a black figure in the opposite house’s room, my heart thumped as painful waves of fear crashed up against the walls of my chest, I arose from the once comforting seat and backed further into the cold room shuddering as memory’s flooded my mind before pulling myself together, cautiously shuffling towards the double glazed glass blinking thoroughly to reveal there was in fact no figure; my mind was probably trying to trick me.
Notes
Okay so I’m not sure what you think of this. This is my first fan fiction on this site and I'm super excited :DI know this chapters slightly boring but she will be going to school and meeting the boys soon, so there will be more ‘action’ in the next one I pinkie promise (not that kind of ‘action’ for any of my dirty minded readers) …. Not yet anyway ;)
Lol okay I cnt wait
9/4/13