could see her face that was just moments ago darkened with anger, soften as she walked towards Ryleigh.
“What was that about?” Ryleigh asked.
“Nothing, really. It’s your uncle, being your uncle,” her aunt said unconvincingly.
“Is it about me?” Ryleigh had an overwhelming sense that it was. Vera raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow. “No. It’s not,” Vera said unconvincingly. “Even if it were, it wouldn’t be anything for you to worry about. At least – not right now.” And with that ominous ending, Vera turned and walked out of the room.
7
New year, new school
Before Ryleigh knew it, time blinked away even more quickly. The days became cooler turning the season to fall, which meant starting a new school. Again. Ryleigh was not looking forward to starting another new year - her senior year at that.
Although she didn’t have many friends at her old school, she’d looked forward to knowing the same people as before. This school year would be even harder for her. The social niches and cliques that had been formed since freshman year didn’t have room for any outsiders. She expected to end the school year as she would begin it. New. Unknown. Unbelonging.
Ryleigh spent hours attempting to convince her aunt to allow her to be home school for this final year; however, Vera felt it necessary for Ryleigh to integrate herself into the teenage social order. Ryleigh needed to “socialize” herself. She’d spent hours on the computer gaming, chatting, and reading instead of interacting with real people.
Ryleigh was not happy. And even visibly not so. This was her last year, a new home, a new family…what choice did she have?
Walking into San Andreas High, brought back old anxieties. Ryleigh tried to push those aside as she looked for the office to get her schedule. Her Aunt Vera took it upon herself to register Ryleigh without her so she didn’t get an opportunity to discuss her class schedule with the counselor. She was ahead in credits and planned on graduating early, however, every school was different.
It didn’t matter which school she went to, they all smelled the same, they had the same kids, the same cliques…the layout might be different, but overall it was the same. She just had to remind herself of this. And, the silver lining, she could always call Cy during lunch. He’d finally gotten back in touch with her. She was relieved to have him back in her life. It was weird without him. Having the distance separated them. Even having a status of “best friend” couldn’t make up for the miles between them.
The office was immediately to her right when walking through the front doors. It smelled of coffee and toner intertwined with cologne and perfume. The combination made Ryleigh nauseous, but it was tolerable.
A few kids were standing in front of her in the line. Ryleigh glanced around the office waiting her turn and felt a shove in her back. She flipped around shouting, “Hey!” but nothing was there. Great, now she was going to look crazy. At least fifteen students were milling around the office. For one moment, it seemed as if they were all looking at her as if she were crazy. Yep, that was Ryleigh, crazy girl. Let the rumors generate now... Ryleigh turned back around and there was one person left in front of her at the counter. She felt someone shove her again as she stumbled and turned around to find nothing there… yet again. She knew she wasn’t imagining it and told herself that if it happened again she was just going to ignore it.
Except… it happened again. This time, she stumbled directly into the blonde guy in front of her. Who in turn, fell into the counter, stomach first? “Oh…crap,” Ryleigh said turning red from her own embarrassment. “I-I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She trailed