Moving was never easy. Just when you think you're going to stay somewhere permanently, dad comes home and tells us we've got a month to pack our things.
I'd set down roots, made friends. Hell, I'd even gotten a girlfriend. I was captain of the soccer team and life couldn't get any better. But as the saying goes, there's always a storm around every corner.
The news hit me liked a brick wall. It was the middle of the school year, and now I was given a month to pack up everything. Things went down hill for a few weeks. I got into shouting matches with my dad regularly. I swore that I'd stay right there. That he could drag the rest of them wherever he wanted but I wasn't going anywhere. Not anymore. He couldn't make me.
Obvioulsy he could.
Because now I'm sitting in a classroom listening to a teacher drone on.
Next to me sat a girl who was clearly not here right now. She looked like she'd checked out and was off somewhere else.
I took a moment to study her. Curious as to who'd I'd be sitting next to for the rest of the school year.
Stephanie, as she had said her name was, has dark hair that was a mess and bangs that practically his her eyes from view. But some how the look suited her. Her dark hair made he pail skin stand out, so that it almost glowed. Funny how that worked on some people.
"Turn to page thirty-seven in your textbooks and read over the dissection process." I heard Mr. Chief say to the class.
I didn't have any of my books yet, so I had to nudge Stephanie.
She looked over at me, a disgruntled look on her face.
"Mind if I share your book?" I asked calmly.
Stephanie looked at me puzzled as if I was speaking another language.
I raised an eye brow at her and pointed to the science room that was laying, untouched in front of her.
She shrugged, finally getting it and move it over to my side of the table.
The way she was acting was like I was disturbing some important meeting. With her nearly speaking and then going back to her thoughts as soon as the book was in front of me.
It was strange to say the least. It made me wonder if she didn't like New people, or people in general for that matter. Or if she really was mentally unstable.
'Well, no point in worrying about her. I've got my own problems to deal with.' I thought as I opened the textbook and flipped to page thirty-seven.