Seasons Change And So Will We

Chapter 2

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The plane right from California to Portland wasn't that long, which was good because I hate long plane rides. We get into an airport uber to take us to our new house. Through the whole car ride I couldn't help but think about my friends...and Nathan. He always screws everything up. I try not to think about it so I stare out the window and take in the scenery. I notice that everything looks so much different than Laguna Hills. The realization of how different everything will be starts to sink in. The gentle sound of rain hitting the car lulls me to sleep.

"We're here," my dad's voice wakes me from my nap. We pass the tall green hedge and our uber driver pulls into the long driveway of our new house.

Our new home was very pristine. The brick was painted a light golden brown, and was very big but not as big as some of the other houses on the street. As we all get out of the car and stretch our legs I noticed the large two car garage at the front of the house. I hope I get a parking spot in the garage. As we walk up the green lawn I see a toweringly tall oak tree on the side house. I hope I never have to rake the leaves, that tree has so many branches.

"The movers should be here tomorrow to unpack everything," my dad says as we walk up the porch steps.

There's a bright red swing on the porch so that's really cool.

"Grant! Don't sit on it yet, we need to clean it and get rid of all the dust," my mom says watching me. She's very OCD about that kind of stuff.

"I'm so glad we're home," my dad says unlocking the front door.

We all follow him inside, our footsteps echo off the hard wood floor. The living room was spacious with lots of windows and a large stone fireplace. The rest of the room was filled with a lot of furniture and boxes that the movers brought from earlier. We set our bags in the kitchen and take in the house. It's really nice, the hard wood floor has a reddish tint, and the kitchen cabinets have neat carvings embedded in the center.

"I'm going to go upstairs and explore the rest of the house," I tell them as I head over to the stairs.

"There are three extra bedrooms up there so pick whichever one you want," my dad calls as I go up stairs.

I go and check out all the bedrooms and decide on the last one. It was the biggest and had it's own bathroom which was a plus. I go back downstairs to let my parents know which room I chose.

"I like the room with the bathroom attached to it," I tell them excitedly. Maybe this move will be better than I thought.

"That's great Grant," my mom says, her blue eyes light up happily. I can tell she was still felt bad about us moving but is happy that I'm adjusting.

"Yeah, I'm going to get the air mattress from one of the boxes. The rest of our stuff should be here tomorrow." My dad says as he goes to the living room in search of the box that has the blowup mattress.

As soon as the air mattress is blown up I lay down and immediately fall asleep.

The next morning I'm awakened by a knock on my door.

"Grant, the moving crew is ready to set up your bedroom. Go get dressed and we'll go out for breakfast," my dad says as he opens the door.

"O.K." I reply as I get up to start the day.

The weather was really cold as we all got in the car and drive to a near by Waffle House. The restaurant smelled really good, and it tasted even better.

"How about we take a look at your new highschool?" My dad says as we get in the car.

"O.K," I reply as I buckle my seatbelt. Maybe seeing it before we start will help with my nerves tomorrow.

We drive past and I see a sign that reads, "Lincoln High, Home of the Cardinals." The school is a large two story building made of red brick. It looks friendly enough.

When we got home all of our furniture was set up and the moving truck was gone. When I get to my bedroom I lay down on my bed. I'm really nervous and actually dreading tomorrow. The rest of the day was filled with my anxiety of staring a new school.

"Grant," my mom gently calls shaking me awake. "Grant, wake up, it's time for school, hurry up or you're going to be late," my mom says shaking me harder.

I quickly get up and run to my closet to find something to wear. Picking an outfit is awkward and always really hard for me but it's especially hard today since it's my first day at Lincoln High. I grab my "go to outfit," which is my favorite maroon sweater and jeans. It's simple that no one will notice me but it's really nice so it's the perfect first day of school outfit. I quickly get changed and go to my bathroom and brush my teeth and get my hair in order. I don't like my hair because it's really wavy but what much can I do? I run downstairs and grab back pack.

"Mom! I'm ready!" I call as I wait by the front door. We get in the car and drive to school.

As we get near my new school I feel my stomach flip. I'm getting really nervous. Hopefully if my new school is anything like my old school I should make friends easily.
We walk inside the school office. My mom talks to one the secretaries at the front desk and we're directed down the hall to talk to Mr. McGee, I assume he's my councilor. We take a seat outside his door and wait to be called in. I scroll through the Instagram app on my phone to check up on my friends.

Soon a blonde girl comes up to us and says, "Mr. McGee can see you now," gesturing to the door next to us.

"Thanks," I smile.

My mom and I get up and walk inside my new councilor's office.

"Hello, I'm Mr. McGee," he says kindly.

"Hi, I'm Grant," I reply.

"Nice to meet you, Grant. Now we're going to get you enrolled in your new classes." He says as he reviews my transcript. He fills in some classes that matched my previous classes at my old school. I get to chose my electives which is good.

"Excuse me Mr. McGee, but Principal Chapman needs you to get Kenneth Cabellero from Ms. Lawrence's art class," a voice at the door said. It was the girl that told us to go inside earlier.

"O.K. Just one minute Emily." Mr. McGee says shooing her away.

"Oh, can I take art?" I say suddenly.

"Make sure its third period art," the girl named Emily says poking her head in.

"I guess you'll have art during third period," Mr. McGee says humorously.

Soon my schedule is all set. and I give my mom a quick hug.

"Good luck on your first day, you'll go just fine," my mom whispers encouragingly in my ear.

"Thanks mom, see you soon." I reply.

"Emily, would you mind showing Grant where his first class is?" Mr. McGee calls out into the hallway.

Emily pokes her head inside, "Of course, come on Grant," she says excitedly.

Mr. McGee hands me my newly printed schedule and I follow Emily into the hallway.
I glance at my schedule and read: first is Chemistry, second is economics, third is art, lunch, English, and lastly I have calculus.

"So your from California? Was in nice there?" Emily asks quickly, her long blonde hair bouncing with every step.

"Yeah, I used to live in Laguna Hills. It was near the beach so that was nice," I reply thoughtfully.

Emily seemed pretty nice, perky, but nice. She continues to drill questions about California and my old school on the walk to class.

"So your first class is chemistry," she says gesturing to the door. "I'll see you later Grant." She smiles as she opens the door.

"See you later," I smile to her as I walk into chemistry class. I hope this school goes well. I hope I make friends. I want to have a good rest of the year.