BLOOD LEGACIES Novel Chapter 5: New School

Chapter 5: New School

The weather was bright and sunny in the morning, so bits of sun ray ca into my room, I stood before my mirror, putting on my boyfriend jean and then proceed to wear my dark brown cardigan on top of the white shirt I wore with a ’Naruto’ drawing on it, one of my favorite ani’s, I button my cardigan before forcing my ssy curly hair in a top bun, thank god the rubber didn’t snap, I never bothered to brush my hair it was annoying and it tangles and sotis breaks my comb whenever I tried, I don’t really want a headache at the first day of school.

I grabbed my bag before heading downstairs.

"There you are, how was your night?" Vanessa asked from the kitchen.

"I couldn’t sleep because of that damn dream-catcher, seriously Vanessa why do you have those?" I groaned and was frustrated. Still rembering my sleepless night.

I heard her giggle at my words. "You will get used to it," she walked to the table, dropping a plate of toast on it. I grabbed it, taking a small bite.

"What happens when I take it off?" I asked,

"Don’t start with that, it’s too early" she said going back to the kitchen.

"Why?!" Why do I have the strong feeling that she was keeping sothing from ?

At that mont the school bus horn blew loudly.

"That’s your bus off you go," Vanessa said in a high-pitched voice from the kitchen, I mouthed sothing walking out of the house, I sighed heading to the school bus, the doors automatically opened, and the bus driver turned to .

"Well I haven’t seen you around here, are you new here?" the driver asked.

"Y-Yeah".

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I got a better view of the town, as the bus moved, I made sure to stay behind where the seat was tall, even as the bus stopped to pick up others they could hardly notice , as they gathered in and chatted whatsoever, the bus beca impossible loud for , I was enjoying the radio the driver played before they filled up but now all I heard was noise, noise, noise and I were forced to plug in my earplugs listening to so cool music, ’Ruelle’ she was my favorite artist as well as ’Halsey’, I had a stockpile of playlist with those two, Their songs seed to pull

out of this world into a temporary dream.

A few minutes later the bus stopped and I lifted my head to look out the window, so this was my new school. I followed the others getting off the bus.

"All the luck" Mark the bus driver told , I forced a smile as he drove off. My grip on my bag tightened and I took a deep shaky breath, gazing upon Juneau High school, just at the entrance where the craved na was there was a terrifying looking sculpted bear, who does that?

I ignored the scary looking bear and sauntered into the school doors, I slowly walked in the midst of people I don’t know feeling like a black egg amongst the white ones, my heart was slamming loudly in my chest, I was extrely nervous, I tried to calm myself down by looking at the papers my aunt gave , it held my classes, lucky enough she already did all the transfer paperwork for , I fully concentrated on it searching for the class I had this morning. My ears were still blocked with earplugs, and all noise went by

in silence, it was just

standing in the midst of the passing crowd and I never minded it. At least no attention was paid to .

The school bells rang and I found my class. "Got it," I said, sauntering toward the next hall searching, thankfully I found it so I don’t need to ask anyone for directions. I removed my earplugs and walked into class but I t with all eyes on

as well as the teachers.

I completely froze where I was unable to move, my cheeks blushing in embarrassnt, I opened my mouth to speak but words couldn’t co off, I felt my hands trembling, I nervously licked my lips, my gaze on my shoes.

"You’re Emma Adams the transfer student, right?"

My green orbs flashed to the teacher who had an amusing look.

"Y-Yes," I said but it ca off in a whisper but I think he heard

as his smile grew. But how co he knew my na? In Washington, none of my teachers knew , and then I thought back to this place being a town, it seems like nothing gets past small boroughs like this. I licked my lips.

"Nice of you to join us, I’m Mr. Hardy Frocks, the history teacher," he said, handing the textbook to .

"T-Thanks" I whispered once again while taking it, my eyes scanned for an empty seat fast dying to get out of all the eyes on , I saw one by the window and I quickly rushed to it. Setting my bag down and opening my textbook and note and then I paused. Where the fuck is my pen? I searched my bag, careful not to just scatter it on my table, that would be a ss. Great, so great! First day here and I already forgot my pen. I sighed heavily as I rubbed my eyes, my glasses hoisting up in the process.

I felt sothing poke

from behind and I leisurely turned and t with a tan-skinned handso boy behind , giving

a charming smile, one I couldn’t resist.

Fuck! Now I was staring like an idiot. He raised what he used to poke

with, it was a pen. His smile broadened.

I muttered a ’Thank you’ before taking it and facing back to the teacher, whoever that was, was a life saver.