Another year, another school.
It had been exactly 4 years, 3 days and approximately 30 minutes since I had stayed in one school for more than a year. But I guess that's what you get when your mom is indecisive and has a mental breakdown if she stays in one place for too long. I guess it was because dad left and after a year without him, mom just couldn't stand the house that reminded her of him and we just up and left. Since then, every time she's found something that reminds her of dad, we pack up our stuff and move out. She says it'll be different this time and that she can control herself now. She says that every year and yet, we still move.
So here I am Martin Van Buren High School, standing in the middle of the hallway trying to figure out my schedule. I have lunch now, but I can't even figure out where the cafeteria is. It's not that the school is particularly big, it's just that I've given up on trying to figure out schedules and getting to class on time and giving the, "Hello, my name is Lacey Powell and I like to do this and I don't like that and my life is just so fucking dandy you should all be friends with me."
Some dorky kid with curly brown hair approaches me. I think he's going to come over and try to bond with me because we're both "loners," but instead, he asks me if I need help with my schedule.
"What?" I ask, staring dumbly at him.
"Schedule. Help? You're new aren't you?" he asks, thinking he's mistaken and I'm just standing in the middle of the hallway for fun.
"Oh. Yeah. Where's the cafeteria?" I ask finally.
"So you are new. I'm Will. Will Burton. And the cafeteria's over there," Will explains, pointing in the cafeteria's general direction.
"Thanks," I mutter. I expect him to leave, but he just stands there, staring at me.
"What?" I ask, noticing a hint of annoyance in my voice.
"Name. What's your name?" he asks me. He's an awkward guy and I smile a little at how comfortable he is with his awkwardness.
"I'm Lacey. Powell. Lacey Powell," I say. Why did I say my name twice? Stupid.
"Well, Lacey Powell, welcome to Van Buren," he says, smiling.
"Come on, I'll take you to the cafeteria," he says, and without letting me object, he grabs me by the arm and we're running through the mass crowd of people.
"The trick to getting through the halls quickly," he shouts to me, "is running as fast as you can so people can't see who's pushing them."
Seconds later, we're standing in the cafeteria, which is nice, not as impressive as the ones in some of the schools I've been to, but it's ok.
"You make any friends yet?" Will asks me. I shake my head.
"Good. Let me introduce you to the band," he says.