Let's hope this is works. Used to be an old story of mine that's no longer with us on this board.
X Ch 1 X
"Licia!" My mom called. "Can you get that?"
The doorbell was ringing but, in all honesty, I wasn't paying any attention. I was too busy collapsing boxes and throwing them in the recycle.
"Licia, now!"
"OKAY!"
We just moved to the neighborhood three days ago, and we were already getting visitors? Seriously? Sighing, I hopped over some empty boxes and answered the door. I stared in disbelief as a boy with red and blonde highlighted black hair, sharp, dark eyes, and a tone body smiled back at me. He was wearing khaki shorts and a tank top and looked soapy and wet. He seemed about my age.
"Hey," He rubbed the back of his neck. "My mom sent me over here to welcome you to the neighborhood. Well, she really isn't my mom. She's my foster mom, her name's Sophie Brian...here's somes brownies."
He handed me a plate of Saran-wrapped brownies and I took them greatfully, setting them on a box behind me.
"Who are you?" I furrowed my brow. "And why are you wet?"
"Luke Clark," he smiled. "I was just washing my car when she told me to come over here. We live across the street and two houses down. What grade are you in?"
"What do you care?" I asked.
"We'll be going to the same high school. I just wanted to get to know you a bit. Come on, it's just a question."
I gave in, "I'm a senior."
"Me too!" Luke nodded. "How old are you anyway?"
"16," I looked down. "I'll turn 17 this December."
Luke's eyes grew wide, I felt my cheeks grow hot.
"Really?"
I nodded.
"You're young! I'm 17, turning 18 in December too. Did you skip a grade or something?"
I was relieved. Most kids laugh when I tell them and I was bracing myself for the same treatment from him. Before I could answer his question, a woman came stomping towards us.
"Lucas! How many times must I tell you! Put a clean, dry shirt on when talking to girls. Nobody wants to see your muscles or your body!"
"Ma-," Luke groaned, "It's hot outside and I was washing my car."
"No buts! I'm sorry for my son's behavior." Luke's mom apologized.
"It's okay," I tried not to laugh.
I watched his mother pull him away by his ear before shutting the door behind me. Somehow I knew that I wouldn't be seeing the last of him.
XX
"Class, this is Licia Nikos," The teacher smiled. "She's new, so be nice. I'm Ms. Hein."
I said nothing, only looked at the faces of the new people that were now going to be my creative writing classmates. They stared at me with piercing eyes that were full of piercing…new girl judgment. I hated the first day when you start a new school. Everyone knows each other and everyone knows what's going on except for you.
" Let's see," Ms. Hein sighed. " Why don't you sit in front of Luke? Mr. Clark, raise your hand."
The same boy who had brought brownies to my house raised his hand.
"Oh lord," I grumbled.
I was not in the mood for his questions.
"Go on," Ms. Hein nudged me.
After enduring the walk of shame, I took my seat and sunk low in my chair. At least this was the last class of the day, the rest of my 'new girl stare' sessions would come during my B-Day classes tomorrow. Dropping my backpack, I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
"Welcome Licia," Luke whispered in my ear. "What's with the name? Is it Greek or something?"
"Yeah. Now leave me alone," I whispered back. "You're gonna get me in trouble."
"Fine Goody-two-shoes, I'll leave you alone."
"Fine."
I scribbled notes in my notebook and did my best to keep up with the lesson on poetry styles. I was just about to finish copying the example, when I felt Luke tap my shoulder.
"Am I talking in Tai?" I whispered. "Leave me alone. You ask too many questions."
"Aren't we touchy? I just wanted to know how you are Greek."
"My dad's dad is Greek but my mom isn't."
"One fourth Greek…nice."
"Wonderful, you're good at math. For the last time, leave me alone."
Ms. Hein asked for each of us to work on poems for the rest of class, so I crossed my arms and tried to think of something to write. The only thing that was coming to mind was my friends in Ohio and leaving this place. I couldn't leave, I was stuck here in Vermont until I graduated.
"This blows," I said.
"Excuse me?" Ms. Hein looked up.
"I just think it's not fair that we keep our writings to ourselves," I lied. "We should share with the class."
"Great idea," she smiled. "Why don't you go first?"
"Actually, I think Shakespeare should go first," I gestured behind me. "He's been talking all class about how much he wants to share his poem."
"Oh my! That's wonderful Luke, you're so enthusiastic!"
Luke stood up and, instead of being upset like I'd hoped, he practically skipped to the front of the room. He unfolded a sheet of notebook paper and cleared his throat.
"It's kinda a poem and it has an oxymoron in it, so here goes…
Licia has a pretty face
It's really such a shame
That everytime she looks at me
Her eyes are full of pain
She isn't very ugly
And she doesn't smell like poo
But If my girlfriend looked like her
I'd give her to a zoo."
The class laughed causing me to sink lower into my seat. I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult.
"Luke!" Ms. Hein scolded. "I think you have something to say to Licia."
"Yeah I do," Luke nodded. "Did you like the poem or was it too mean?"
Bell rang before I could answer and my face flushed. Gathering my things, I pushed past Luke as I headed out the door, tears filling my eyes.
"What's wrong?"
I slapped him across his face, "You're so insensitive!"
"You're crying? It was a harmless poem! It was flattery."
I shook my head and headed to the orchestra room to get my violin. I hated being embarrassed like that especially since I was the new girl.
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~Crissery Angel
X Ch 1 X
"Licia!" My mom called. "Can you get that?"
The doorbell was ringing but, in all honesty, I wasn't paying any attention. I was too busy collapsing boxes and throwing them in the recycle.
"Licia, now!"
"OKAY!"
We just moved to the neighborhood three days ago, and we were already getting visitors? Seriously? Sighing, I hopped over some empty boxes and answered the door. I stared in disbelief as a boy with red and blonde highlighted black hair, sharp, dark eyes, and a tone body smiled back at me. He was wearing khaki shorts and a tank top and looked soapy and wet. He seemed about my age.
"Hey," He rubbed the back of his neck. "My mom sent me over here to welcome you to the neighborhood. Well, she really isn't my mom. She's my foster mom, her name's Sophie Brian...here's somes brownies."
He handed me a plate of Saran-wrapped brownies and I took them greatfully, setting them on a box behind me.
"Who are you?" I furrowed my brow. "And why are you wet?"
"Luke Clark," he smiled. "I was just washing my car when she told me to come over here. We live across the street and two houses down. What grade are you in?"
"What do you care?" I asked.
"We'll be going to the same high school. I just wanted to get to know you a bit. Come on, it's just a question."
I gave in, "I'm a senior."
"Me too!" Luke nodded. "How old are you anyway?"
"16," I looked down. "I'll turn 17 this December."
Luke's eyes grew wide, I felt my cheeks grow hot.
"Really?"
I nodded.
"You're young! I'm 17, turning 18 in December too. Did you skip a grade or something?"
I was relieved. Most kids laugh when I tell them and I was bracing myself for the same treatment from him. Before I could answer his question, a woman came stomping towards us.
"Lucas! How many times must I tell you! Put a clean, dry shirt on when talking to girls. Nobody wants to see your muscles or your body!"
"Ma-," Luke groaned, "It's hot outside and I was washing my car."
"No buts! I'm sorry for my son's behavior." Luke's mom apologized.
"It's okay," I tried not to laugh.
I watched his mother pull him away by his ear before shutting the door behind me. Somehow I knew that I wouldn't be seeing the last of him.
XX
"Class, this is Licia Nikos," The teacher smiled. "She's new, so be nice. I'm Ms. Hein."
I said nothing, only looked at the faces of the new people that were now going to be my creative writing classmates. They stared at me with piercing eyes that were full of piercing…new girl judgment. I hated the first day when you start a new school. Everyone knows each other and everyone knows what's going on except for you.
" Let's see," Ms. Hein sighed. " Why don't you sit in front of Luke? Mr. Clark, raise your hand."
The same boy who had brought brownies to my house raised his hand.
"Oh lord," I grumbled.
I was not in the mood for his questions.
"Go on," Ms. Hein nudged me.
After enduring the walk of shame, I took my seat and sunk low in my chair. At least this was the last class of the day, the rest of my 'new girl stare' sessions would come during my B-Day classes tomorrow. Dropping my backpack, I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
"Welcome Licia," Luke whispered in my ear. "What's with the name? Is it Greek or something?"
"Yeah. Now leave me alone," I whispered back. "You're gonna get me in trouble."
"Fine Goody-two-shoes, I'll leave you alone."
"Fine."
I scribbled notes in my notebook and did my best to keep up with the lesson on poetry styles. I was just about to finish copying the example, when I felt Luke tap my shoulder.
"Am I talking in Tai?" I whispered. "Leave me alone. You ask too many questions."
"Aren't we touchy? I just wanted to know how you are Greek."
"My dad's dad is Greek but my mom isn't."
"One fourth Greek…nice."
"Wonderful, you're good at math. For the last time, leave me alone."
Ms. Hein asked for each of us to work on poems for the rest of class, so I crossed my arms and tried to think of something to write. The only thing that was coming to mind was my friends in Ohio and leaving this place. I couldn't leave, I was stuck here in Vermont until I graduated.
"This blows," I said.
"Excuse me?" Ms. Hein looked up.
"I just think it's not fair that we keep our writings to ourselves," I lied. "We should share with the class."
"Great idea," she smiled. "Why don't you go first?"
"Actually, I think Shakespeare should go first," I gestured behind me. "He's been talking all class about how much he wants to share his poem."
"Oh my! That's wonderful Luke, you're so enthusiastic!"
Luke stood up and, instead of being upset like I'd hoped, he practically skipped to the front of the room. He unfolded a sheet of notebook paper and cleared his throat.
"It's kinda a poem and it has an oxymoron in it, so here goes…
Licia has a pretty face
It's really such a shame
That everytime she looks at me
Her eyes are full of pain
She isn't very ugly
And she doesn't smell like poo
But If my girlfriend looked like her
I'd give her to a zoo."
The class laughed causing me to sink lower into my seat. I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult.
"Luke!" Ms. Hein scolded. "I think you have something to say to Licia."
"Yeah I do," Luke nodded. "Did you like the poem or was it too mean?"
Bell rang before I could answer and my face flushed. Gathering my things, I pushed past Luke as I headed out the door, tears filling my eyes.
"What's wrong?"
I slapped him across his face, "You're so insensitive!"
"You're crying? It was a harmless poem! It was flattery."
I shook my head and headed to the orchestra room to get my violin. I hated being embarrassed like that especially since I was the new girl.
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~Crissery Angel
Anyway, here's the next chapter.
