Being back in that house in Windsor was like stepping back into time. Back to all the haunted memories I didn't want to deal with again. Knowing she used to live here at one point, it was causing some kind of mind wash I couldn't handle.
I put my bag at the foot of my bed and my dad followed behind with my suitcase. It's silent. Not surprising. The once yellow walls here now a lilac colour, with cherry coloured furniture, and a matching purple bed spread. I kicked my shoes off and began to walk around the room. Most of my awards I got as a kid playing hockey were still here, keychains, sea shells, and photographs. My eyes got attached to the framed Chicago Blackhawks poster hanging up beside my bed, and it was autographed.
"I didn't forget how much you loved them." My dad says clutching onto my shoulders.
Tears began to fill my eyes, it reminded me of my Mom. "Who signed it?"
"Patrick Kane. I tried to get Jon to sign it, but, he took off."
"That sounds like him." I joked through my tears.
"We'll get through this, Ally. We will."
I turn around and hug my Dad for a short moment. He tells me it's 10 at night, and school started tomorrow. I could feel my stomach turning in 5 million different directions. Time to start all over again ...
The sun peers through the curtains and causes me to stir in my sleep. Time for school. Oh joy, what trainwreck did life have planned out for me today? Falling face first? Nawh. Tripping in front of a cute guy? Yeah, that was more traumatizing.
I slid on a pair of denim shorts and my Patrick Sharp Hawks T-shirt, brushed my teeth, washed my face, swept on some mascara to wake up my green eyes, and threw my long brown wavy hair into a ponytail. As always, this is as good as it's gunna get. As you can see, I'm VERY confident in myself.
As I get downstairs, there's a note on the kitchen table, I placed two pieces of bread into the toaster and read the note while I waited.
"Ally, I meant to say, I have to work at 7 am every morning. Your School starts at 9. Go look outside, your homecoming gift is waiting for you. Love, Dad."
I slapped some peanut butter on my toast and washed it down with milk. In one swift motion, I slid on my flip flops, grabbed my phone, backpack and locked the house up. A black Volkswagen Jetta sat in the drive way, with a note saying, "check behind the tires for the key'. I laughed and headed into the car. Not bad.
My nerves were on edge the closer I got to the school. I wasn't gunna fit in, that's all I knew. I kept my head down as I headed into the office.
"Hey, Hawks suck!"
"Fuck you!" I spat back.
Lovely, not even a minute in the school, and I'm already harassed. Cool joke.
The office was much more updated than the one at my old school. It had no carpet, just glossy floors, high tech computers, and no musty smell. It was quite refreshing. A tall woman with grey hair wrapped up in a bun sent me a warm smile as I approached her. She passed me a map and my schedule.
"Hey, Kenny! Why don't you show her where Mr. Willis' class is."
I turn around and see some obnoxious kid standing behind me. He must've stood 6 feet tall, had bright eyes and a beaming smile.
"No, I can find it myself." I reply walking back into the hall.
"So, what? You're here 5 seconds and you think you're too good for us?"
"Are you following me?"
He smirks, "Yes, I am. Now, you want help or not?"
"No, I don't."
He lets out from ridiculous laugh and takes a step closer to me. "Alright, Mrs. Patrick Sharp. We'll see how far that attitude gets you."
"You did not just call me that!"
"I so did. Listen, you're on a new ground. Either accept it, or you'll get stomped on."
"Thanks for the friendly advice." I sarcastically replied walking away from him.
What a freaking idiot.
I headed into my Chemistry class and sit down waiting for class to start. One by one everyone was piling in. I saw Kenny walk in, he pouted at me before he sat down. My phone buzzed beside me. I picked it up, it was a text from Gabby.
"Allo Ally. I hope you have a good first day. I hear the Spitfires attend your school. Kennayyy! :)"
"Ew, that's the Kenny you always talk about?"
"HAVE YOU MET HIM?"
"Yes, and he has the brain of a 5 year old."
"I'd put that phone away, Willis might steal it."
I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, my hands begin to shake as I put my phone down. I slowly looked up and was staring into the biggest blue eyes I've ever seen in my life.