Chapter 2.

Melanie’s POV.

"Come on Mellie wake up, we're gonna be late." A loud voice droned in my ear.

Nope, I completely don't want to go to school today. The first days back were never good, at least if movies have taught me anything.

I decided to do what I thought was the best thing and just ignore the voice I knew was my brother, the sensible one.

I pulled the covers up high over my head and nuzzled myself under my mountain of blankets.

"Seriously Mellie...that's not gonna work today! GET up !" My brother Blake said while pulling my covers completely off my body, leaving me frozen without the comfort of my warm quilt.

Oh i'm so gonna get him back for that, I'm NOT a morning person. At.All. Nobody messed with my beauty sleep and got away with it.

I still wasn't getting up yet so I did the next best thing and just hid under my pillow, using it as my guard from the noisy world above it.

There, simple fix.

"Oh that's it" Blake said playfully. "My little sister is not gonna make me late on my first day at a new school." He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

He then walked straight out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom we share.

"Blake put me down nowwwww! Ahhh." I whined.

I was still so tired and by no means in the mood to go to school, a new one at that.

"Okay, you asked for it." he dropped me plonk down in the bathtub.

"Get ready we're leaving in 1o." He says in a mocking high pitched voice, reserved simply for annoying me.

"Uuuugh... fine, now leave." I pushed him out the door and slammed it on him. "Happily!" I heard him faintly say from behind the door.

Despite my anger towards him this morning, I still loved him for the fact that he didn't mention last night, we just moved on with our lives. He clearly knew I wouldn't wanna talk about it.

10 mins later I was ready and looking back at myself in the mirror in the bathroom.

I could do this, you know, it was the first day of Year 14. It would be fine. It was going to be fine. You know a positive mentality meant positive things would happen?

At least I hoped it would anyway.

That wasn't even the worst part though. It was my first day of any public school, school with any other people at all. I've been homeschooled my whole life because my parents loved travelling and dragged us completely around the world, country to country, they wanted to see it all.

My dad was the one who used to teach us, everyday without fail, he said 'an education was the best ticket to a great future'.

I loved school as well, and I'd always been a great student, but in the eyes of my dad I don't think I could ever really do any wrong.

I am definitely a daddy's girl.

This year mum was upset all the time because of the incident. Dad wanted to be there for her fully so we decided to settle down for a while and go to a public high school for the first time.

Where you may ask ? England. Where mum is from. In a little town near the south coast, Devon.

We'd lived here before mind you but like every other place, it was only for a few months.

I still remember it though, vaguely. I remember this beautiful beach that stretched on for miles, for a seven year old it seemed endless. It was beautiful and really unique, I hadn't seen anything like it before.

The beach was almost red, with clay or something I couldn't really tell. It reminded me of the surface of mars.

And I remember a little boy I had met there too, in the weeks I was there I considered him a friend.

I don't do that much. I've probably only considered 3 people actual friends in all the places I've been. But I can't remember his name.

Oh, and I have my brother too, he's my twin and barely 10 mins older, but he always claims that I'm still his little sister. We're super close as well, he's a part of me, I couldn't live without him as cheesy as it sounds. And he's always been there for me, through thick and thin.

I could tell he worried about me all the time so I always put on a brave face.

This was a new year and I was gonna make it go okay.

I know that doesn't really sound like a great goal, but starting a new school with a bunch of people I didn't know scared so bad I wished I could just curl up in bed and hibernate.

So in all fairness...to be okay was a good goal.

I had to be okay for Blake too, he would never do as good as I knew he could if he was always worried about me. He loved football and wanted to make the school team now that he could.

I wasn't about to ruin it for him.

This year would be okay. I would make it okay.

I take one last look in the mirror, I'm wearing a school uniform, something so foreign to me. It consisted of a white shirt, grey knee length shirt and a black blazer with a blue tie. My average chestnut hair tied up messy in a ponytail.

I was so used to wearing whatever I wanted every single day. But... I guess it really isn't such a bad thing, it stops me having to worry about my outfit every single day, if i was given the choice I'd probably end up looking like a hobo everyday.

However one thing the school couldn't force me to stop wearing was my daisy chain necklace dad gave me when I was little. I hid it under my shirt, tucked away from the nosy gazed of teachers.

I wandered out of the bathroom to be met with an angry Blake, leaning over the kitchen counter with his head in his hand.

He shot up when he saw me. " I said 10 mins Mellie! Your pep talk or whatever on earth you were doing in there, took 20"

He wasted no further time and dragged me out the front door and into his car. On the way out I saw dad wave from the kitchen. No mum was in sight, I was used to it by now. She was probably upstairs still.

We both got seated in Blake's car in almost silence, we were so used to each other's company and working side by side that the silence wasn't awkward, it was comfortable. But that being said Blake was rarely quiet, so I knew something was up.

"I cant do this." Blake finally broke the silence.

"Of course you can." I scoffed.

I looked over to him reassuringly. "Your gonna do amazing i know it, your gonna make a bunch of friends, your gonna make the football team and ace all your classes. I promise." (UK football, american soccer.)

" i mean how bad can it be, it's only high school ?" I laughed.

I didnt believe a word coming out of my mouth, I was terrified. But if it helped Blake thats all that mattered.

I was hoping to lighten the mood a bit and it seemed like it actually worked cause Blake joined in laughing seconds later.

" yeah sure Els I'm sure it'll be easy." Blake said sarcastically.

"I know you don't think you will but you know you'll be fine too right? Your gonna make a bunch of friends and ace everything, your like the smartest person i know."

" And if not, or you start to get panicked don't worry about it your big bro'll be there to save the day." He added.

That made us both burst into laughter.

"Right here we are." I was that distracted I hadn't even realised. He takes my hand in his, "LET'S DO THIS THING!" He puts on a really deep, dramatic voice. I burst out laughing.

We both got out and looked towards the big daunting building we now called our school.

I hoped this went all right, I mean what's really the worst that could happen?