Some good Girls - SJ (ebook reader for laptop .txt) 📗

I jumped out of the car with extreme excitement; hauling my luggage out behind me. I stood there for a minute, taking in the warm, fresh, and Florida air. It had been a while since I'd been here and I couldn't believe I was finally back. The door to the car opened, and my mother got out and joined me at my side. She had that look on her face, that look that said, "Well, this is it. You're finally going." I could see it all over her. The whole ride here she was lecturing me about how to act and what to do. She was constantly telling me to "be careful" and "call mommy if you ever need anything." I knew she was just being a mother, but she was clearly over reacting a little. I was sure I was going to be fine.


We walked towards the house. It was same as I remembered it, medium size and brick. That weird tree I hated so much was even sitting in front of it. It was if I hadn't been gone long at all. We reached the door and my mother rung the door bell that was built into the brick. We waited for not even five seconds, before the door swung open, revealing my dad's surprised face.


He smiled. "Kate, you guys said you were coming tomorrow." he said.


My mom shrugged. "Well, she insisted on surprising you."


"Well I'm very much surprised." he laughed. "Come here, you."


I sat down my luggage and jumped to hug him. I hadn't seen him in a year so it was nice to have that familiar feeling back again. His hugs were the same, warm and welcoming, and it was as if he hadn't seen me in a million years.


He pulled back. "Why don't you come in?" He grabbed my luggage and headed inside the house.


My mother and I followed closely behind. I was really surprised to see that everything was exactly the way it was when we left. It was like he hadn't moved or changed anything. All of our family pictures were still hung up on the wall, the ones when we went on road trips and vacations. Even the pictures of him and mom were still there. I could tell he hadn't moved on.


I glanced at my mother who was staring at my dad. I could tell she had wanted to talk to him about something, she had been saying that all weekend.


She sighed. "Matt, could I talk with you in private please?"


He looked confused. "Uh, yes. Of course."


I let out a breath. "I'll be in my room."


I walked upstairs and headed into my room. It was exactly how I left it. My old teddy bears on my shelves, my light blue quilted sheets on my bed, all of my trophies from soccer games. Being in my room made me feel like I was taking my old life back and I loved that feeling. There was nothing I wanted more but for all of us to be a family again, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.


I sat my luggage on my bed and then walked out of my room. I walked to the stairs and quietly sat on the first step. I could hear my mom and dad talking from the living room and it clearly didn't sound like it was going that well.


"I just want to make sure my daughter's going to be safe here." I heard my mother say. She seemed to be upset, but I didn't know why.


"You don't think I could take care of my own daughter? I am perfectly capable of that." my dad told her.


There was a brief silence before the conversation continued.


My mom said, "She's a teenage girl, Matt. I don't think for one second you'll be able to handle that."


He let out a breath. "She's a good kid, Kate. She's smart and kind, just like you. There's no way I won't be able to handle this."


She sighed. "Fine then. But you will be calling me and asking me for help, I just know it."


I stood up from the step and walked down the rest of the stairs. I headed into the living room where my mother and father were.


I cleared my throat as they turned around. "Is everything okay?"


She smiled. "Of course." She walked over to me and took me in her arms, hugging me so tight that I could hardly breathe.


I was really going to miss her but I knew that it was a good thing that I was going to live with my dad now. We needed this time to reconnect and get to know each other better.


"I love you okay? Don't forget to call me whenever you need anything." she reminded me.


I nodded. "I love you too and okay."


She gave me one last hug before making her way to the front door. I couldn't believe she was leaving, just like that. I didn't know when was the next time I was going to see her but I knew that I would miss her everyday. The door closed shut. I walked to the window and watched as she got into her car and drove off. I let out a breath.


"You okay?" I heard my dad say.


I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

It was the smell of blueberries that woke me up from my deep sleep. I opened my eyes, taking in the sunlight that filled the room. It was Monday, the day that I'd be going to a whole new school. I hadn't thought much about it but now the nerves were beginning to arrive.


I jumped up from my bed and made my way downstairs. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen, voices that didn't just belong to my father. I walked into the kitchen and paused, seeing someone sitting at the table. He looked to be in his late thirties and had dark brown hair that hung a little bit over his eyes. The first thing I noticed was his badge and sheriff clothes.


My dad smiled. "Good morning."


"Morning." I said.


"You remember Brent, right?"


I nodded. "Yes, Sheriff Brent, I remember."


Sheriff Brent smiled. "Nice to see you again, Peyton."


"Thanks and you as well."


I could see there were blueberry muffins sitting in a small basket on the table. The warm and delicious smell filled the air. My dad pulled off his apron and hung it up on the rack. He glanced at me.


"What?"


"Since when do you bake?" I wondered.


"I've taken a few baking classes." he admitted.


I laughed. "Wow."


Sheriff Brent stood up from the table, grabbing his cup of coffee as well.


He sighed. "Well, I've got to go. I'll see you later, Matt." He smiled and waved at me before disappearing out of the door.


Although he seemed familiar enough, I didn't exactly remember him. All I could remember was that he and my father had always been good friends, even before he was the sheriff. Apparently they went to school together, right along with my mother. I didn't really know him but he seemed nice enough though.


I looked over at the time on the clock and noticed it was 6:30. I only had thirty minutes to get ready for school. I was looking forward to going and meeting new people but at the same time I was a little nervous. It wasn't often that I was the new kid and today that was exactly what I was going to be.


My dad took me to the new school. It was really big, much bigger than my last one and there seemed to be a lot of kids. I didn't often get intimidated but I sure was now. Just watching all of the kids walking into the school building, made my stomach turn. A thousand questions began to float in my mind.


Will they like me?

Will anyone talk to me?

It was like elementary all over again, except it was much easier back then. I was sure that everyone knew everyone here and I didn't know where I'd fit in. To them, I was just going to be the new kid.


"Are you okay? You don't have to be nervous." My dad told me.


I nodded. "I know but I can't help it."


He laughed. "Trust me, you'll be fine. I know most of the kids that go to this school, they don't bite."


I took a breath. I was hoping it wouldn't be that bad, that I'd make it through the day with no problem. I sighed and opened the door to the car.


"I'll see you later." I said, giving my dad a hug.


I jumped out of the car and headed into the school. It literally felt like a death walk with all of those eyes staring at me, and it didn't end there. I walked into the school and trailed down the hallway, looking for the principal's office. Everyone stared at me once they realized they didn't recognize me because I was new. I finally found the Principal's office and quickly ducked inside.


A lady at the long, wooden desk, smiled as I walked up to her. She pulled out a small piece of paper from a vanilla colored folder and handed it to me.


"Here's your class schedule dear and your locker number." she told me.


I smiled. "Thank you."


She nodded and carried on with what she was doing. I took a breath and exited out of the office. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about me or just wasn't really paying much attention, as I came out of the office. I walked down the hallway and stopped once I found my locker number. I pulled off my jacket and carefully placed it in my locker. I quickly closed it shut and preceded to my first class.


The first bell rung and everyone began to quickly rush to their classes. I looked at my schedule to read my first class and found it quickly. It was English, a class I was really good at. I opened the door to the classroom and made my way to the back of the room. I took a seat at a small desk next to a girl with crooked glasses and brown hair.


She smiled at me. "You're new, right?"


I nodded. "Yep. I'm Peyton."


She stuck her hand out and I quickly shook it. "Mel." She said.


I smiled and turned my attention to the front of the class. The teacher, Mr. Aarons, was writing something on the board. He wrote:

Read pages 119-121 in your English book.

After he was finished, he turned around to face the rest of the class and smiled when he saw me.


"You're the new girl." he said.


I shyly smiled as everyone focused their attention on me. Mr. Aarons grabbed a book from off of his desk and headed over to me. He sat the book on my desk.


"You can have this one since you don't already have one." he told me.


I nodded. "Thank you."


He let out a smile and then walked back to the front of the room.


"Okay everyone, get to work."


I opened my English book to page 119 and began to read. It was everything