There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.
One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother. It was nice to be alone.
I would look forward to raindrops sounding on the roof for bedtime, then I would have to think about the coming morning.
Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven - now fifty-eight - students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together - their grandparents had been toddlers together. In hogwarts it was less the previous war and inbreeding for pure blood families had wiped out kids for almost a full generation Noone wants to have kids when there's a war going on and voldemort killed off most of the Wizarding families in England.
I would be the new guy from the big city, a curiosity, a freak. Maybe, if I looked less handsome I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I was the perfect teen girl wet dream I could tell by the girls in the kingdom I could almost hear panties dropping now. I am slightly tan,have a mma build, sandy blond - a perfect specimen, perhaps - all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.
Years of martial arts practice and dueling have made me pretty good with sports I think I'm still more prone to doing things like playing games though. When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked like a super star man my ego was huge today. I mean really huge like through the roof.
for some reason I felt i didn't relate well to people my age maybe it was because I've lived 2 lives and have a 3rd life's memories stuffed in my head I think I'm at like 55 years mentally all added together. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period I'm just on a whole different level than regular people at this point. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. Maybe I was high maybe it was that strange food at the airport. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.
I didn't sleep well that night, I was kind of excited to see what was going to happen tomorrow first day jitters if you mist. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof helped a bit.But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle and fleur stopped moaning sexily in my mind the cock tease I'll spank her later and she knows it.
Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and I could feel the new kid panic creeping up on me you never get over the first day of school.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted, teen girls are scary. Charlie left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family. After he left, I sat at the old square oak table in one of the three unmatching chairs and examined his small kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Nothingwas changed. My mother had painted the cabinets eighteen years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine into the house. Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief-sized family room was a row of pictures. First a wedding picture of Charlie and my mom in Las Vegas, then one of the three of us in the hospital after I was born, taken by a helpful nurse, followed by the procession of my school pictures up to last year's. I still haven't gotten over having 2 sets of parent it was an odd feeling and very confusing I'd have to do some meditation and sort shit out later.
It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie hadnever gotten over my mom. It made me uncomfortable.
I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I donned my jacket - which had the feel of a biohazard suit -and headed out into the rain.
It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. My new rain boots looked like dinosaurs I got them cause I want to fit in with the cool kids. they sloshed around on the wet ground it felt like I was walking through swamp. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood.
Inside the truck, it was nice and dry. Either Billy or Charlie had obviously cleaned it up, but the tan upholstered seats still smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. The engine started quickly,to my relief, but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top volume. Well, a truck this old was bound to have a flaw. The antique radio worked, a plus that I hadn't expected. I will however be picking up some melon scented air fresheners from the nearest dollar general and some deodorizer I'm not a fan of the smell.