Fresh start
1180 Words
(Andy stands at the new front lawn in her dark shades looking at the movers carrying boxes to the new house. Former Mrs. Jones walks up to her daughter and holds her shoulder.
Rachel: Honey, hey (she says as she slightly tilts Andy to face her.) it's going to be okay (she smiles) you are going to love it here.
(Andy slightly nodes as she walks past her mom to the house to take get away from her.)
Andy walks into a specific room upstairs. Painted with pink and slight lavender with grey at the skirt boxes and edge of the ceiling. Rachel walks in and stands close to her.
Rachel: Your favorite colors. (She slightly tries to laugh)
(Rachel sees how much her daughter isn't comfortable with the move.
Rachel: I know this isn't easy for you but am here ... always
(Rachel turns to leave.)
Andy: Mom....
(Rachel stops and looks at her)
Andy: Did you and dad really have to separate?
Rachel:( with a sad face) Honey you know we tried all we could.
(Rachel lowers her head and leaves her daughter in her new room almost in tears.)
(The alarm beeps and Andy slightly hits it to stop the beeping. She opens her eyes and uncovers herself puts on her fluffy pink slippers and walks down stairs. She walks in the kitchen to find Rachel in a power suit serving breakfast.
Rachel: (notices her presence and smiles) Morning sweetheart. I made your favorite breakfast. Come on.
( Andy lazily walks to the dining table as her mom puts a glass of orange juice next to a plate of omelette)
Rachel:(sips her coffee while moving around in the kitchen.). ok honey I have to go to the office but I'll be home early.
Andy: Office? What do you mean?
Rachel: Well the company I work for has a branch in town so I have to go. (kisses Andy on her forehead)
Rachel: Take your time, move in, open the boxes and maybe check out the neighborhood . I'll see you when I get home later... ok?
Andy nodds as her mom walks to the living room picks her purse and walks out.
Rachel: Bye I love you.
Andy spends her day unpacking the boxes and sits at the sofa in the living room.
She notices a picture frame at the side table and picks it up
A picture of her family before the divorce.
(Door bell)
Andy walks to the door and opens it.
Standing there is a blonde tall guy with a smile on his face.
Bryce:. Hi.
My name is Bryce Digga. I live in the
neighborhood
Andy stands there holding the door looking at him.
Bryce: What's your name ( slightly nervous)
Andy: Anderson Jones.
Bryce: Well there is a society in the area that aims on saving to the environment if you are down.
Andy looks at him and takes a step back and slams the door.
She walks back to the sofa and falls on it making a sigh.
(Front door opens)
Rachel: Honey am home
Rachel walks in the living room and finds Andy slouching at the sofa
Rachel: Andy...
Andy: What mom
Rachel: look at you seated in the couch all ... sloppy
( Rachel sits next to her)
Rachel: Hey where is my glamorous daughter?
Andy: Glamour is for happy people
Andy covers herself the blanket next to her
Rachel feels sorry for her. She pulls the blanket off of her face.
Rachel: Honey... I know this is hard for you.
With the divorce and moving.
Andy: Am fine.
Rachel: No you are not and I know it's hard but I promise we are going to get through this
(Rachel pulls her closer and gives her a hug)
Andy's clock hits six in the morning and there's a beep before she turns and hits the button turning the alarm off.
She looks at the alarm clock and her phone next to it buzzes.
Andy: ( reading the text from her Dad)
Have a great first day of school. I love you sugar.
Andy sighs and gets out of bed. She changes into her yoga outfit and joins her mom at the backyard.
Rachel: (smiling while stretching) Good morning honey. Didn't think you would join me.
Andy: What can I say... Am going to need good energy for my first day of school.
Rachel: ( looks at her with a smile.) That's the attitude I was looking for.
Rachel and Andy have their usual yoga routine before making breakfast and getting ready for school.
At the car outside Brickscott High
Rachel : Now, Don't be nervous. You are going to kill it.
Andy: Why would I be nervous? This isn't my first rodeo.
I'll just do what I always do (putting on her sunglasses) Be amazing.
Andy gets out of the door and kisses her mom goodbye as she walks to the school.
Rachel: You raise a kid in luxury that's what you get( smiles as she drives away.)
Brickscott High is a renowned High school in California with the big names studying there from actor's kids to politicians' kids and athletes.
This was Andy's cup of tea.
Having grown up in New York and had Abit of schooling in private schools before officially getting home schooled on account of their constant moving.
Andy was social not because she was the nicest but because she could make people feel nervous around her. She was confident, fun, carefree. She loved to be in designer outfits and make everyone feel like they had to be better. Anderson Jones was a people magnet but she had not had a social clique since she left private school when she was fourteen. She wondered if she still was as drawing as she was before and she was about to find out.
She walked past teenage kids holding her white Gucci bag her outfit was elegant, classy. Her headphones on her ears and sunglasses made her look mysterious yet interesting. Kids seem to stare intrigued. Who was this fresh cup of tea walking in Brickscott High. Clearly she hadn't met Madeline Miller only daughter of Richard and Diana Miller.
An older woman: Good morning Miss Anderson Jones.
Am miss Clara Jakes the secretary.
Come with me.
Andy followed her closely and with kids staring at her every move she knew she got it.
Miss Clara: ( opens the door and walks in)
Clara walks behind her desk and opens one of her drawers as Andy stood there in her bagy blue jeans and white off-shoulders all together with a cute white bag at her shoulder.
Miss Clara: Here you go.... Your class schedule.
Andy picked it from her staring at it.
Andy : History... class 4b( looks at Miss Clara confused)
Miss Clara: Right. I will have a student show you around and get you into the routine.
( a knock on the door)
Miss Clara: Come in
A teenage girl walks in. She was in a bright smile matching her outfit while holding a clipboard
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