(New Story) Shotgun, Wedding

Shotgun, Wedding

Chapter 1: The Beginning

 I stared out the window watching the sun slowly rise. I’d been waiting to get out of this hell hole you call a home. As a 17 year old life is pretty hard, but hard just doesn’t seem to explain it quite well enough. Most 17 year olds’ don’t wish they were dead, I’ been wishing this for the past 4 years. After my father’s death when I was 8 years old, it felt like a part of me dead with him. About 3 years after that my mother decided to get remarried to Luke Simons. My mother never knew how much I hated him. It wasn’t just the fact that he would be replacing my father, no, it was more than that. But my mother seemed happy so I couldn’t tell her what he did to me.

 I finished putting on some clothes I was able to find, most of them were in boxes by my door. See, I’d just moved from Venice, California to Las Vegas last month. Did I care to move? Surprisingly, not really. After my dad died I stopped talking to my friends. I kept to myself, never told a secret to a single soul. I was able to maintain the highest grades in all my classes. As you can probably guess I don’t have a boyfriend, never have. I wouldn’t consider myself pretty but I did get better as I aged into my teenage years. I have dark hair with platinum blonde highlights and I have fair skin even though I am mostly Mexican. My eyes were brown but they turned green when I became happy, which meant my eyes were never green.

“Time for school.” My mother shouted from downstairs.

I took one last glance in the mirror just to make sure I looked decent. I had on light Demin jeans, a black short-sleeves t-shirt, and of course my usual black and white low top converses. I grabbed my chain my father gave me before he died. He told me as long as I wear it, he’ll always be with me. It’s weird, it’s like he knew it was going to happen. On the chain there was a sliver heart locket with a picture of him.

“I’m scared dad.” I said to the picture with a frown.

“Megan get down here now! You don’t want to be late to your new school.”

My mother said it as if she really thought I wanted to go. Of course I didn’t want to go, I didn’t like meeting new people. My junior year my 7^th school in my whole life time wouldn’t exactly be easy. I grabbed my book bag and my Levi jacket I got for Christmas last year, and then started down the stairs.

“Honey, wouldn’t you rather wear ink instead of black? What about that plaid skit I got you last weekend?”

“No.”

“I have a floral jacket you can wear.”

“No.”

“You know, that’s all you ever say now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Would you like me to give you a ride to school?” Luke asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“No.”

I said looking away

My mother sighed.

“Well, do you need money for gas in your car?”

“No. Bye.”

I grabbed a muffin and walked out the door. I didn’t need money because I still had $100 left from my job back in Venice at a gift shop. I pull up to the new high school I would be attending and decided I’d walk there instead of driving in. I made a quick U-turn and parked 2 blocks away. I casually walked all the way to the front of Ocean View High.

“Watch where you’re going loser.” Some girl said to me right before knocking my stuff down to the floor.

“Great. Just what I needed.” I mumbled to myself.

I guess I didn’t shut my bag all the way because everything fell out all over the floor. I bent down to grab everything quickly so no one would notice. But of course everyone did and as they walked by they laughed. But they didn’t just laugh, they pointed to. Awesome for a first day right?

“Here.”

I turned around and saw the cutest boy I’d ever seen. I couldn’t even say anything, all I did was stare like an idiot.

“Um, I’m pretty sure it’s yours?”

“Oh, thank you.”

I grabbed my notebook and started walking away.

“So what’s your name?” He asked kindly.

“Oh, um, Megan.”

“No last name?”

“Elisabeth.”

“Pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Well I’m Ryan. Ryan Ross.”

“Hello.”

“Not very talkative huh?”

I shook my head.

“Oh well I understand, you must be new.”

“Yes.”

“Well, welcome.” He said with a smile.

“See you around.”

I just nodded.

As he walked away I couldn’t help but watch. I never liked people very much and I didn’t want to get to know anyone here. But maybe this year could be different. Maybe I could actually fit in and open up a little bit. Stop worrying about my past and my troubles. For once in my life, maybe, I could live.