Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 11

A new town is hard. There's not really much to say beyond that.

It isn't my initial instinct to hit the town and try to make new friends before I'm launched into school headfirst on Monday. Oh no. I decide to lock myself away in my room and pray that Monday never comes. Why?

Because I don't know anybody.

That may not sound that serious, but I'm not the kind of person that likes to draw attention. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I hate people like all those melodramatic girls in teen romance novels. I need people as much as the next person. But still, don't get me wrong, it's not that I constantly need friends or anything, or need the approval of the crowd. It's just...

Uh it's so hard to explain.

Let's just say I'm no loner. I like to have a friend or two that I can call my own and who can fly under the radar with me, but new schools are never good for that. Everyone already has their cliques, so I'll be the odd one out and, as a result, I'll draw attention to myself.

Especially because this town seems so close knit despite it clearly being in the suburbs. It's not like there's a corner store or anything. There aren't any noticeable fields or tractors or people outside in rocking chairs. This place has a fully functioning Walmart, a mall about fifteen minutes away, and plenty of civilization, but god do these people stare like they've never seen a stranger before.

I remind myself that we only have to live here for a year and then I drown the world out with anything I can find-band music, anime, romance novels about mythical creatures and love at first sight.

I have a theory. Not about werewolves or vampires. Not even about love or what constitutes it, because honestly who am I to say whether love at first sight is impossible, it's not like I've ever been in love (besides this one guy who had a guitar and... well, that's a story for another day).

No, I have a theory about sight itself. I think we don't see things for what they are. We see them for what we believe them to be, and as a result, we see no one. Sometimes when I look into the mirror I don't think I even see myself. Well, of course I do. I'm not talking like vampires don't see themselves, I'm talking about I see myself but not.

I go on everyday like I'm doing the same routine. I just cycle and cycle and cycle, not like I'm living new lives, but like I'm living the same day over and over and over again and calling that my life. I feel like... I'll lose my mind from the monotony of it. I need something to radically change my life before I go crazy, or, at least lose what's left of my sanity. And somehow, I don't think changing towns will cut it.

I need something big. Something life changing. Something monumental like insane love, or an amazing job opportunity, or... I don't know, a dog?

"Mia," my mother calls my name from downstairs.

"Yes?" I call over the sound of Pierce the Veil screaming, "Red roses!" I'm not even really into "emo" music, but come on, these people are legends.

"Could you go with Michael to get some cereal? We're out."

"Why can't he go by himself?" I groan.

"I'm sorry?" she asks in a really sweet voice.

A chill runs down my spine. "Yes, ma'am."

"Great!" she cheers.

I hear the inevitable "me too"s come from the room beside mine. Naturally.