Not For Me

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Kalei has just moved from Washington to Australia to get away from her problems. She thinks she'll never make any friends, and no one will like her. But on her first day of school, someone's major crushing. But what will happen when she's got her eye on his best friend?

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1. Getting Ready

Kalei's POV

I stared up at the ceiling of my bedroom, watching the nonexistent fireflies flutter about above me. With just a bit more willpower, I thought up a stream of water to distort my vision and arch over my bed. Tadpoles and guppies swam about and accompanied the sweet lightning bugs that lit up my ceiling. In the midst of my wide-awake dreaming, drops from the stream landed just under my eyes. Sitting up, I mumbled inaudibly to myself, rubbing them and clearing them from the salty water. 

A new day of high school, and the last thing I was was ready. My best friend of three years and I had a fight about something trivial, and we've stopped talking. I tried to speak with hear and clear the air, but she wanted nothing to do with me, and now I'm all alone while she's befriending new person after new person. The fireflies' light went out above me, the guppies and tadpoles leaped out from my closed window and left me all alone in my dark room. 

The clock in my head ticked by as I sat in bed, not moving. My eyes cut to the side and glanced out my window, attempting to flash away the darkness of the morning with a new fantasy. But I couldn't think of anything to take it away that much, apart from some blinking fairy lights that only brightened up part of it. After an excruciatingly long pause, I couldn't take it anymore and slipped out of bed. I flicked my light switch on and turned around to face my mirror and closet. My bedhead caused me to laugh a bit, momentarily forgetting my desire to be friends again with the girl who now hated me. Of course, that couldn't happen now. After our fight, I dreaded coming to school and begged my parents to take me across the world so I can properly reinvent myself around people who had no clue who I was and who I could be. While she stayed in Washington, my parents moved us to Sydney, all the way in Australia. 

As I prepared to get ready for my first day at my new school, my phone buzzed over my nightstand until it fell off the side and began to buzz across my carpet. At this hour, I didn't know of anyone who could possibly be calling me, but I walked over to my phone and picked it up, immediately recognizing the number as my father's. He was probably calling me to make sure I woke up on time. Little did he know I've been up for hours thinking about what lies ahead. "Hey, Dad. How's work?"

"It's going fine. I'm gonna be heading home in a little while but I know I won't be there to see you off. You have a good first day, alright? Then we can talk about it after you get home. We'll order some pizza or something. Do you remember all that you need to do?" My dad works the night shift at a local hospital, and since he was a higher up nurse back in Washington he was able to keep his status after taking a sort of orientation to get used to the newer building. 

"Get ready, eat breakfast, leave on time for the bus, have a good day at school, don't get bullied, live happily ever after. I got it." I grinned at my wardrobe, loving how casual I could be with my dad. I could hear his own smile as well as he confirmed my plan and bid me goodbye. After tossing my phone on my bed, I quickly pulled out whatever outfit my hands could grab and hurried to my bathroom to make myself presentable. 

After I had gotten ready and placed in my contacts, I went downstairs to pour myself some cereal. To my surprise, my mom was sitting in the dining room and scrolling through her phone, most likely browsing through Facebook. My mom works as a teller at the nearby bank, and she usually leaves for work at around four or five in the morning, so I'm always by myself. I greeted her and went into our small kitchen, looking for cereal. She told me that we were out so I'd have to settle with a poptart or banana. I snatched one of the yellow fruits from the basket in the corner of the counter and returned to the dining room to talk to her before having to go. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning over her shoulder obnoxiously to see what she was looking at. 

Turning off her phone, my mom looked at me and said, "It's your first day of school in a whole new country. Do you think I'd really miss that?" I smiled at her and shook my head no, but I honestly kind of did expect that. I'm in high school now. First days aren't really as memorable as they were in elementary. "So I called in and said I'm gonna come in after you leave, so I won't be here for very long. As a matter of fact," she said as she stood up from her chair, "you're about to leave now, aren't you? I'm not even half-properly dressed. I'll see you when you get home. Have a good day, babe." My mother smiled and offered me a sideways hug as she swiftly grabbed her phone and hurried upstairs to her and my dad's bedroom. I couldn't help but grin at her abnormal behavior. She's usually so meticulous and careful with what she does and plans. To see her rushing to dress up just before leaving for work was absolutely humorous in my eyes. 

I took a bite from my poptart as I gathered anything I may need, plus my earbuds and stepped outside, where I sat on the bottom of the steps that lead to my front door. Across the street from my house was a bus stop that led to my new school, so I didn't have to take a step away from my house until my bus actually arrived. It was honestly a great convenience for me and my laziness. I plugged in my earbuds after sitting down and pulled up my playlist of a range of songs, from death metal to Taylor Swift. Before leaving America, I had recently heard about a newer band that started out on YouTube, but I had forgotten the name of it. I think they were British or something. Maybe I'll learn more about them here.

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