First day of High School
“Mija?” my mom called, “time for your first day of school”.
“No” I groaned
“You will see your friends again” that was my mom, Isabella Maria shallows. She never yelled at me. She just tried to convince me. And she was good at it. She was born in mexico then her parents, my grandparents, then moved here sunset meadows, Texas when my mom was two. So I have never been to mexico. But I am part Mexican. My mom was short, like 5 '1, and 42 years old. I was taller than her, 5' 10 and I was 14. She had short black hair because she never liked it long. I also have over 200 IQ. My mom does not know that. I took a test behind her back because my friend made me. I just don't want her to make me skip grades so I hide at school and home. I don't want people to use me. I really only help my friends study.
“I saw them all the time during the summer”
“Ok fine” she opened my door and came into my room and poured ice cold water on my head.
I sat up and gasped. “MOM!”
“Get ready for school” She said as she calmly walked out of my room.
I took a good look around my room. My bed was on the same wall as my walk in closet. My door was on the opposite wall from my bed. And my desk was on that wall and my dresser was too. My nightstand was next to my bed. I walked into my closet and grabbed my lavender short sleeved shirt. And just wore some old jeans. I didn’t wear makeup or anything not because my mom didn’t let me, I just didn’t want to.
“Your uncle will be here when you get home. I have a job interview”
“For what?” I asked.
She Just sighed “I forgot, something to do with the bank”
We laughed. She did that alot. She always forgets things. I’m not sure why she never went to a doctor about it. Some background on my mom: She had my brother at 24, my sister at 35 and me at 28. When my dad left he took them with him without my mom knowing a year after my sister was born I was only eight my brother was 10. It was a hard time with my mom. She had a part time job and she had an eight year old. Things were not looking good for us. Then my uncle Harry started helping out. He is my moms step brother. He's 43 and his dad married my grandmother.
“I gotta go to school mom!” I said running to the door.
“See you later I love you” she responded.
“Bye mom” I ran out the door.
I turned around to look at my house. My house was two stories. My room was on the top floor. It was white with a black roof, an arc over the door, brown doors and brown garage doors, a big window at the bottom floor so you can see the large painting of Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez from her 1989 tour. I turned back to run to school, and on my way I saw my neighbor, Emma.
“Hey Victoria!” Emma exclaimed.
“Hey Emma, I haven’t seen you in a while” I said as I dropped my purple backpack.
“Well the government can’t decide if they want werewolves to exist or not.”
Something about Emma was that she was a werewolf. She had a pixie cut and her hair was gray. She wore Victorian type clothes . She had gray wolf ears and tail.
“Well I gotta go bye Emma!” Before she said bye I ran to school. It was my first day of school and I didn't want to be late. As I was running I got the grass off my backpack.
“Tori!” four girls said in unison. When I got to school
“Hi, guys!” I yelled back.
I don't think I gave a good introduction about myself. Hi, my name is Victoria Shallows, but my friends call me Tori. I have a high IQ, you will see later. My friends, Nina Lockwood, Mia Thomas, Jessica Lyon, and my best friend, Alyssa Jones. To give a little bit of a description of us, I have long black hair and deeply tanned skin, just like my mom. Nina has long brown hair with blond highlights and always wears something volleyball themed. She is going to try out for volleyball at this school. Mia is a year older than us with blond hair and a pink wardrobe. Jessica was actually normal-ish. She has brown hair and wears the first thing she sees in her closet. Alyssa had olive skin. And had hair just like Jessica, but she instead had green eyes and lighter skin. Just like Jessica, she never really wore anything out of the ordinary. Now here's the thing about Alyssa, she is loaded. She has her own private jet, so her birthdays are pretty cool. But she never liked all the money she had. Only me and her closest friends (and family of course) know about her being rich. She has a brother, Aaron, who went to a private school. This was his first year at a public school. Mia and Nina have similar names but they are not sisters or in any way related. But they might as well be. Their parents are the kind of parents that think all they need is to feed, shelter, and provide clothes for a child. I loven other words they suck as parents. Almost every year they go on a big trip and leave them behind. Jessica never let us go to her house.
It was our first day of high school. The school was huge, with four big floors, one for each grade. It had a sign that said “Midnight Sun high school.”
“I am so mad,” Nina said as soon as I walked over.
“Why?” Jessica asked
“Mine and Mia’s parents are on a trip they are gonna be gone till the end of the school year”
Mia nodded “They always tell me I can’t take a vacation until I stop being a failure”
“So do mine!” Nina looked down.
I looked at alyssa. She never wore too expensive stuff..
As we were talking, an adult (who I found out was the principal later) came on the intercom.
“All students in the cafeteria!" was on the intercom.
Since Mia was a sophomore, she took us there.
“Good luck, girls,” she exclaimed as she left and sat with her grade.
Then the same adult came onto the stage in the front and continued speaking.
“Hello everyone, let me tell you how this school works. In your homeroom, there will only be people of your grade, but in other classes, you will have people of different grades. We are working on a tight budget this year, so we hope you enjoy socializing! And we will be accepting werewolf students later in the year.” He said other things as well, but I was daydreaming about Maine Coons. After we were done we were sent to our homeroom. Only me and Alyssa had the same homeroom.
“Hey! Wanna meet my brother? He’s a senior,” Alyssa asked.
“Sure!” I responded, leaping from my seat.
“Ok, then wait until school is over and I can find him,” she replied
“Okay.”
A tall, young man with black hair and dark skin started speaking.
“Okay class, happy first day of school! My name is Mr. Barber. You are allowed to have your phones today, but if I see them tomorrow or at any later time, I will take them away.”
“So your brother’s a senior?” I asked
“Yeah! No one bullies me because they're so scared of him. He can be mean at times, but overall he’s a nice guy.” Alyssa said.
“Wow, it must be nice to have a sibling that talks to you.” I muttered. My older brother and little sister stopped talking to me and Mom several years ago. My sister Emily was one year old and I forgot how old Hunter (my brother) was. He took Emily and left. I have not seen them in years.
“What did you say?” she asked
“Nothing!” I exclaimed quickly.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class.
“Okay, class! Have fun in first period! Have a great day!” said Mr. Barber
“I have Mrs. Vail, who do you have?”Alyssa asked
“I have band!” I might be the definition of a band kid myself!
“Lucky” Alyssa muttered, laughing.
As I was walking, I saw two kids fighting, but I didn’t do anything. What was I supposed to do? Stop them from fighting? That is not my job. I had to ask like five people how to get to band class. Unfortunately, I was still late.
“Sorry I'm late, I got lost!” I gasp, running in the door.
“It's fine! You're a trumpet, right?” the teacher asked
“No, I'm percussion.”
“Oh.. Just like your mom,” he said
“W-was that a your mom joke?” I asked
“No, your mom played snare too,” he said “I went to school with her
“Oh”
Then he told us his name is Mr. Steven, and that he has been teaching here for 5 years, almost 6. And I guess the other percussionist did not want a new one. They treated me coldly, giving me rude sideyes, but whatever. I love band, so I didn’t let them get to me.
"We will start playing instruments on Wednesday," said Mr. Steven.
For the rest of the class, I was talking to one of the flute players. His name was Clay, and he had autism and a slight lisp. He was still really nice though. He just took a minute to speak and was rather brisk.
Then me and Alyssa met back up.
"What do you have next" she asked
"Mrs. Johnson, math," I said
"Me too," she said, showing me her schedule as we walked there. Mrs. Johnson’s class was right next to Mrs. Vail’s, which is Alyssa’s first period. Then I looked to the side and saw one of the guys that got in a fight earlier. I didn't really think anything of it. . The guy who was in the fight was looking at us the entire time and it confused me so much. Then Nina, Mia, Alyssa, Jessica, and I met up. We all had different classes, but Mia and Jessica had gym with me.
"Hey!” Jessica and Mia called out to me
“What's up,” I called back
We walked up to each other and nothing happened in that class. Then it was 4th period and we went to lunch. No one I knew was there. The only person I recognized was, you guessed it, the guy who got in the fight. Then fifth period came and Nina was there. Then school ended early, which was kinda weird, but what can you do?
“Hey Victoria, this is my brother” Alyssa came over with a guy, but not just any guy, but the guy who got in the fight! Yeah, I know who would’ve guessed. He was tall, maybe six feet, and he had dark brown hair. He had olive skin. And look alot like Alyssa.
“Oh, hey! Aren’t you in some of my classes?,” I said
“Yeah. I’m Aaron, what's your name?” he asked
“Victoria, but you can call me Tori,” I said
“Okay, Tori,” he chuckled.
My phone had started ringing, but it was an unknown number so I didn’t answer. And god I wished I did.
“Did you want me to drive you too?” Aaron asked
“Yes, please!” I respond
He already knew where I lived, because he drove Alyssa to my house a lot. On our way home, we saw police going to the woods and some to the neighborhood. My uncle was in the woods.
“Stop the car!” I shouted. Alyssa gave me a funny look that turned to worry quickly. but the car was still stopped. I jumped out and ran toward my uncle. He is a tall man and he looks like Taylor lautner.
“Uncle Harry! What happened?” I asked
“Victoria… It’s your mom… She’s..” he stuttered.
“She's what?” I demanded, my panic turning to worry. It threatened to strangle me. And his words would have haunted me forever.
“Victoria… She's gone.”
