Chapter 1
“Alex! Sweetie it’s time for breakfast,” mom said as she called me down the stairs. Monday morning; time for school. Mom and Dad were always up before me, just to make sure I got up in time to leave, seeing as they didn’t have to work until 9 a.m and I had to be up at 6 a.m. I guess it gave them time to spend together since they worked all day and never saw each other.
“Coming Ma! What’s for breakfast?”
“Corn bread and butter with eggs. How do you want your eggs?’
I quickly told my mother how I wanted my food and then ran back up the stairs to get ready for the first day of the new school year. I’m starting 10th grade… how exciting, not. I put on a pink spaghetti strap top with ruffles below the breast line along with black skinny jeans and grey Vans. I curled my brown hair away from my face and made sure it was perfect. Ten minutes later I was being called down to eat my breakfast before I had to hurry out the door. I don’t know why I was nervous, but for some reason I was.
On my way to school, there was an accident so I had to take a completely different route that I’ve never taken before. Great. What a way to start off the year. Arriving to school fifteen minutes late, I walked into English to find someone sitting in my seat.
“Can you please move from my seat,” I asked.
With his chocolate brown hair and deep raspy voice he turned to me. “I’m sorry but the teacher told me to sit here. I’m Harry, I’m new here.”
Great, a new student that no one had told me about.
“I’m Alex, it’s nice to meet you. “
“Hey Alex,” he said with a smile. “Um, I could go ask the teacher if there’s anywhere else I could sit if you’d like?’
“No, that’s fine. I’ll just sit here,” I smiled as I pulled out the chair for the desk directly next to mine.
Mr. Jameson, our English teacher, quickly introduced everyone in the class to Harry. He’s come all the way from Holmes Chaple in England. Well that explains the accent. But, what was he doing all the way in New York? Anyway, he had this weird obsession with cats. Everything, I mean EVERYTHING he carried with him had cats decorated on it somewhere.
“Is there a reason you’re staring at me?”
I’d been so lost in thought that I hadn’t realized I was staring right at him. With a small sigh, I sat back in my chair.
“This is gonna be a long semester,’ I whispered.
