• [New School..New Challenges]

    Compared to most, my life is just a "C" average. I had some friends here and there, while I had some enemies. Nothing out of the ordinary truthfully. First day of Kindergarten, I met a young boy named David Creaser. He was a young, sporty boy with crazy golden brown hair and a trademark toothy grin that ceased to amuse me. He was the class clown I supposed, and somehow woo most of the girly girls that just stuck to him like magnets.

    I was a tomboy back then, which suited me very well with my athletic abilities and unladylike behavior as some would say. I even howled like a wolf when I charged onto the soccer field, pushing all the boys aside with my eyes set on the goal before hitting the ball with deadly accuracy.

    In first grade I found myself liking David until I decide to comfort him and pour out my childish feelings. I even teased him one day at a local child day care center were I sneak a small kiss upon his cheek, causing him to admittedly blush in stagger back in surprise. He even tried telling the teacher but I denied it with a devilish innocents.

    I was just to wickedly good to be caught. Surprisingly, he admitted he had a crush on me as well. I didnt really know what to do but I decide to just stay friends with him, rather than hug the poor boy to death since I was happy to know what he felt back.

    Later though, I found out he not only liked me, but a country girl named Danielle, whom happened to be my best friend at the time. Being the children we were, both her and I challenge each other to see who would win David heart. Since I felt I was the closest to him, I thought I had it in the bag.

    How wrong I was though. During 3rd grade, I found Danielle clinging to my crush more often. We even had a small argument that resulted in a disastrous consequences. We lost our close friendship. I felt like my world had just crushed me down into tiny pieces due to the sudden lose of a dear friend. It was a new experience as I saw her walk off to, her nose up in the air as she trotted to find David. After that, I started hanging around other people, trying to find my place without my BFF to be with.

    When I felt like I belonged, I usually found out I didn't, since some would use my "nave" nature for their own advantages. By the time 4th grade had come, I was already setting in with a new batch of friends, feeling that I belonged for once. Yet, not all things last as I find myself smacked face with the harsh ground on one fine day as I descended from the high bars of the schools grounds equipment. At this, my arm was broken and my nose and mouth were cut, bleeding badly as sand stood all around me. It was my fault that I slipped, but my mother wouldnt hear of it.

    They decide I go to school were she worked. At first, I wasnt too sure, but seeing David starting to drift away from me changed my mind. In that instant, I agreed and after summer I was transferred over to the proud Luke Elementary School Which was held right off a military campus in Peoria Arizona. Their mascot? A F16 jet. We also got the privilege to see them practice right over our heads every morning. Well, everyone around me thought it was a privilege, I just thought it was plain annoying after the first five days Ive been there.

    The first day I started, there was a dead gut feeling already rising from within. Something was telling me to leave when I entered the crowded halls filled with children from K-8th grade that roared with old friends embracing the new year of education. The school was built way back, and held both the sent and look of its age.

    Red bricks line the building while windows were practically giants unlike my small windowed, gray colored school. It was strange since the cafeteria, gym, offices, and third graders classes were all inside, while outside halls shown the brightness of the sun and caressed you with light winds.

    I didnt understand why only one grade was able to stay inside while the rest were located outside, all connected to the cement concrete and halls. Shaking my head, I found the room where I find some students quickly rushing to, some chattering, and some just holding weary expressions if they should even bother waltzing in.

    Taking a breath, I pass by the hesitators and faced my future. Remember that dread feeling I was talking about earlier? Well I finally understood why. Inside, there were many students around my age, already taking their sets as my teacher stood at the front, watching all of us with a friendly gaze. She stood at the grand height of 6,1, something I didnt really see in most female teachers in my life. She flashed me a welcoming smile, careful not to frighten me when she approached my shivering form.

    "It's alright, your mother and I are very good friends. She's told me a great deal about you Nova." She said with a faint country accent, placing a firm, but gentle hand on my shoulder. "I think we'll have a great year mmk?" I tried to smile, but it was meek. The sensation of something unknown to me was still bothering my thoughts.

    "Now, can you please go sit by that girl over there? She's very nice and can help you get to know the place better." She pointed with a long, slender finger to a young girl around my age with long, brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail, her eyes slowly meeting mine with interest. She had light chestnut eyes with a hint of green as I took a seat beside her, my eyes nervously staring down.

    "Hi! Im Ester. Whats your name?" I heard the girl ask when she faced me, giving me a bright, carefree smile that held metal braces. It wasnt everyday you meet someone that nice in the world. Yet, we are all still kids, all still growing up to adapt to our environment I guessed.

    "N-Nova." I tried to say steadily but, to my dismay, my words quivered as I blushed fiercely. God, why was I so petrified?

    "Thats a pretty name!" She exclaimed, a hint of awe crossing her features. My heart was screaming about something, saying that the girl beside me wasnt what she seemed. My grandmother would claim we had a physic ability in us, but I never really believed it.

    "Thank you." Giving her a genuine smile, we sat there, listening to the Mrs. Ceresco. From there on, my life wasnt going to be so carefree as it used to be. That dread would gradually turn right when 6th grade came along. A girl named Lacy Smith would be the first sign to my slow, dire destruction.


    To be contuined...


    Quote of the day: I'm not weak, I'm strong. You just need to look into my eyes without your pride.