Chapter 1 of My Story

Chapter 1 It had started out a normal day. I got up, got ready for another dreary day at my all-girl school. I ate breakfast, kissed my mother goodbye and started to walk to the bus stop. There was a light breeze that swept the smell of pancakes to my nose. When I got to the bus stop I sat beneath the same tree I had for my whole entire school life. It had just been a stub when I was a first grader and I had taken interest in it. I sat by it every day bending it back and forth between my little fingers. The tree had grown with me. It had gotten stronger and so had I. It had been my first friend. Now it was fall and my tree was as beautiful as can be. I snapped my head up when I heard someone approaching. It was my best friend Quinn Walters. “Emily and her tree, as always.” she said as she approached. She hung her immense backpack on one of the sturdier branches. Quinn had long black hair and bright green eyes. She was the most popular girl at Revington Prep. She was everything anyone wanted to be. Smart, pretty, rich, and popular. I was always second to Quinn. Always. Now she was playing with the locket around her neck as she sat down next to me. “So how was your summer?” she asked flicking an invisible piece of flint of her uniform. I flipped my chocolate colored hair over my shoulder. “ Nothing compared to France I’m sure.” I replied, Quinn’s parents had sent her to France with her great-grandmother. “ Oh. My. God.” said Quinn. She was staring straight ahead. I followed her gaze to the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He had dark blonde hair and deep brown eyes. His face was the perfect shape. “ Who is that” I said, looking at the boy. “ I don’t know but I’m going to find out” she said as she pulled her backpack from the branch. No sooner had she said that than the bus had pulled around the corner. Quinn had tried to wait until he picked a seat to sit down but he insisted that she get on first. She chose an empty seat in the back while I was sitting in the front by myself. Quinn, expecting he would sit next to her put her backpack in the empty space so no one would get up and sit there. The next thing the boy did was very peculiar. “Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here” he asked in a voice that made my heart beat against my chest with such intensity that I was afraid he might hear it. Of all the seats on the bus he wanted to sit next to me! Completely bewildered I silently moved my bag and he sat down. “Hello, my name is Trevor Young.” he said holding his hand out. I shook it with my gaze locked on him. “H-hello I’m Emily Underton.” I said my voice shaking. “So you go to the boys academy across the street right?” I asked stupidly. Of course he did! The only boys that rode this bus went to Olivander academy. He chuckled softly “Yes, I do” he said. Before I could realize what I was saying I blurted out “ Oh I go to the Revington Prep.” I regretted this because it is the stupidest thing I could have said at that point. “Yeah, I figured” he replied smiling. He must of thought I was the stupidest person in the world. “So is the girl with the green eyes your friend. I saw her talking to you” He said glancing to the back. Quickly he turned back around. I turned around to see Quinn in the back, arms folded and lower lip slightly stuck out. It reminded me of a child. “Yeah, why didn’t you sit with her?” I said. “Well I didn’t feel like following her around twenty four seven.” he said “I assume that’s what she’s used to?” It wasn’t really a question. “I tend to read people easily, do you mind if I analyze you?” He said looking playful. “umm…. Sure” I said hoping this wasn’t one of those stupid jerk moves the Olivander boys seemed to love. But what he said next was so devastatingly true that I wished it was a jerk move. “Your pretty” He said. This made my cheeks flush with color. “But you don’t consider yourself pretty enough. Your smart but there is the same problem as there is with pretty. And I’m guessing its Quinn you’re comparing yourself to.” he said gently. I sat in silence. I hadn’t expected him to read me this well especially since I was usually the one doing the reading. That’s the one thing I was not second in and now I would be. “You don’t have to do that you know” he said casting a sideways glance at me through his hair. “What do you expect me to say ‘okay Ill stop doing what I’ve done my whole life’” I retaliated. I felt angry. He was questioning the way I act on his first day of school. Before he could respond the bus came to a halt outside the school. All the girls got off leaving the boys, and Trevor, on the bus to cross the street to Olivander Academy.