Things Change Part One (Section One)

This is my first article I’m posting as an author, I really hope you like it.
"Rowan, you ready for school yet?" My mom called up the stairs. I’m standing in my bathroom lining my green eyes with charcoal eye liner. I step back to examine my work. Boring, but it will have to do. I grab me my purple hoodie and pull it on, letting my dark auburn hair spill over my shoulders. I grab my backpack and head down stares for anther boring day of school.

"Hey mom, where are my car keys?" I say this while yanking drawers open. My mom appears by the door to her room holding out her hand dangling my keys.

"Oh, thanks mom." I finally get a good look at her. "Umm, are you ok?" She looks paler then normal and too thin. This defiantly isn’t how she normally looks.

"I am fine honey, just a pain in my side, that’s all." She smiles trying to encourage me to go, but its not going to be that easy.

"Go to the doctor today. Promise me." I say not budging, she sighs and nods. I kiss her on the check and head out the door. I step outside and the arctic wind of December hits my face full on. I hate December, I hate runny noses, and I just plainly hate the cold. Spring needs to get here, and now. I get to my black Jeep Wrangler and put the heater on full blast. I quickly glance back at the house; maybe I should have stayed home to make sure she really goes to the doctor.

Off towards school, a good 10 minute drive. The sun isn’t out, and the clouds are a deep grey. Senior year and my final semester in high school should be amazing. So far though it has just been like every other year. Bland, not interesting, hopefully college will be different.

I normally park near the back exit but someone was already in MY spot. A stupid Dodge Charger was in MY spot. The spot next to it was empty; I parked there and turned off my Jeep. I sat there playing with the keys in my hand trying to fight back the urge to scrape off some of that pretty black paint. I parked in the spot everyday since I have been able to drive myself to school. I took a nice deep breath and let it out. It’s just a parking spot, just a parking spot.

I got out and made my way to my locker which is upstairs by the English Classes. I enter through the gym and veer to left and up the stairs. Our gym is huge, 99% of our schools funding goes to athletics, mainly basketball. I finally appear at my locker when my best friend Audrina appears by my side.

"Hey, Hey, Hey there." I laugh, she is so goofy, but she is so pretty. I admit I am jealous of her, but who wouldn’t be. She is tall, slim, long dark hair, very tan, and bright blue eyes. We have been best friends since Pre-K. I remember that she punched a boy in the face for being mean to me. I laugh slightly at the memory.

"Hey." I smile and face her, "do you know anyone who has a black Dodge Charger?" She breaks into hysterics. "What?"

"I knew that was coming, you’ve parked there since forever and when I saw someone was already there I knew you would flip." I slammed my locker door closed and started walking towards advanced computer applications; however Audrina was quick to follow in step behind me.

"Come on Row; don’t be like that, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you." Were finally in class, I head to my computer and sit. I decide to accept her apology because she has this class with me and it would be awkward if we were mad at each other, plus she sits right beside me. "Ok, now that you’re calm I tell you what I know about the mysterious new car." She starts.

"Wait! You knew and you waited this long to tell me!"

"Sooo Sorry about that but anyways. There is a new guy, a senior and that might be his car."

"Really?" She nods, people normally move away from this town, not into it. If you don’t move away right after high school normally stuck. The bell rings and people start to file in. Finally Mr. Myall comes in.

"Settle Down, Settle Down." His deep voice booms through the room. Mr. Myall is strict and all business. That’s why I like this class; it is exactly what I need, peace and quiet. "Finish working on your essays." I smile when all I hear is the clicking of keys.

A few minutes into class there is a knock at the door. In walks who I guess to be the new guy. He is tall and muscular with long wavy blonde hair. His face was jaunt and tensed, he looked as if he was made from stone.
   By kirsten carter
Published: 2/2/2009
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