Sequel to Secret- Jenn has moved away from Carmichael City and to Louisville, a good 2000 miles away from her old home. She has started a new life in her high school, as well as a new image for herself. She's turned over a new leaf in her new home, hoping to forget the past. But there's always the memories....
Here I was, after a restless summer, standing at a crossroads.
My plain reflection in the mirror stared back at me. My shoulder-length blonde hair still hung there, limp. My blue eyes that lacked the sparkle they once had. The smile that I practiced upon my lips, nothing like the real thing.
I tried to think of all the good things that had happened to me after...well, that day.
My parents had returned in June. They took me to sunny, happy California, in hopes of coaxing me out of my mild depression. Though the weather was nicer than the East Coast, it did little for my attitude. Aunt Amy and Teddy had also moved. To Massachusetts. As far as I knew, they were living happily in a little home of their own. Then again, I hadn't heard from them since I left.
"Jenn! Let's go, you're going to be late on your first day!" my father yelled and interrupted my reverie. I sighed, deeply, and slunk down the stairs. My father, George Carriage, was waiting at the island in the center of the kitchen, with a brown paper bag in his hand. He thrust it into mine as I reached out, then turned around bluntly, walking out the door.
"Gee Dad, good morning to you too," I murmured sarcastically, but he was too far away to hear. My father and I had never really connected in that father-daughter way some people cherished. He was distant, and I let our relationship stay that way. My mother and I were closer, but not best friends. Lucy Carriage was a marine biologist who worked twenty minutes from home at a station on the beach, but she still left at an insanely early hour in the morning.
That was my life. It hadn't really improved much when my parents came back after a year traveling the world. They hadn't missed me, though they claimed they had. I knew better. I had a surprisingly clearer insight of the world and its people since that incident last spring. I could interpret their true feelings when they tried to hide them. Probably because I spent more time studying people, analyzing them, rather than talking to them. Because I knew I couldn't talk freely with someone without giving away my secret.
I was a Waterperson; a freaky fish-human, and fire shot from my hands.
Yeah, I was not sure how to work that tidbit into polite conversation.
It made me hard, and created barriers between me and peers that made it difficult for them to get too close. After all, that had happened once before, and look how it turned out.
But, I reminded myself, this is a new start for me. A new school, a new image, a new life.
And so I walked out my front door.