1 New Beginnings

There they are, my mom and dad, my dad in the driver's seat while my mom sits in the passenger seat. The front of the car wrapping around the tree. All I experience is shock, the tears start to roll down my cheeks.

"Mom?....."

".....Dad?"

They never replied.

I waited and waited until the sound of sirens filled my ears. I don't want to get out of this car. If I leave this car then that means.... Well i guess it means goodbye.

As the EMT drags me out of the back seat a fresh scent of pine hits me. These backroads were lined with pine trees. Looking around I see miles and miles of green. Is it a strange thing to think about under these circumstances?

After the funeral I was told that I was going to stay with my mom's younger brother. My uncle Alan. I never met him before but from what i was told he is a single guy who teaches at a private school in Georgia. I have to leave everything behind. My friends, my hometown, and my life because of one fucking deer.

I don't remember much of the flight, except of the cute lady sitting next to me. The plane lands As I walk out of the airport with one suitcase and a bookbag, Even though it's nighttime, as soon as I leave the air conditioned airport I start sweating. Georgia is hot. I see a small black sedan pull up. A tall lanky guy comes out. No hair on his chin and a certainly well kept haircut. He looks… plain. I knew that this guy was Alan. I walk towards him and without warning his arms wrap around me. It wasn't uncomfortable, even though I never met this man just from the embrace I could tell he was kind.

"How are you Calvin?" The hug breaks.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Your mom would send me pictures of your baseball games all the time."

Baseball. The last thing I want to be reminded of. It's already early March of my 9th grade year and baseball season is coming right up. I really love baseball.

"Why didn't you go to the funeral"

"I don't like them."

"No one likes funerals."

"Not the funeral. My parents."

I don't pry. I never saw much of my grandma and grandpa but they went to the funeral, they cried their tears, and i've always seen them as very nice people but he must have his reasons.

After leaving the airport with around 20 more minutes of driving we pull up to a nice two story house. White paint with black shutters. A very classic american home. I walk up the steps through the front door, a long white hallway with a staircase on the left is the first thing I saw. I don't see a single picture on any of the walls. Even a hotel would feel more homey then this house. Alan leads me up the steps to my room. When he opens the door I see almost nothing. There's an air mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. No desk, no dressers, no shelves, just lazy gray walls and a white ceiling.

Sensing the disdain on my face Alan speaks up. "Sorry for the lack of stuff, I ordered a bedframe and a mattress along with some other necessities for a 15 year old kid like yourself. The school you'll be going to is the private school I teach at. Your uniform is in the closet, we will leave at 7:00."

Alan walks towards the door to leave my room but before that he turns and says.

"If you need anything don't be afraid to wake me up." I give him a soft smile and a nod. As soon as he leaves I go to check out the uniform in the closet. It's a standard white polo shirt with the school's logo on the left side over the heart. It's a wolf. The shorts are khaki. I would be lying if i said i wasn't a little bit excited to experience private school. When I lived with my parents back in new York I went to a public school. So this is a brand new experience for me. Although it is kind of nerve wracking.

I lay down on the air mattress which is a lot more comfortable than I would've imagined. I stare at the white ceiling until I can't keep my eyes open anymore.