Sorry if there are no indents of anything. Polyvore wont let me. lol Read and comment :)
The black Lincoln limo car arrived at the end of my driveway at exactly 9:30 am. Anxiety filled me as I stood a few feet away from the car, straining my eyes to see if I could see through the black tinted window. In each hand I held two large suitcases and a backpack hung on my shoulders. A tall skinny man stepped out of the car, around his twenties. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes as he strode over to me. “Hi, I’m...” I began but the man cut me off with a sharp jerk of his hand. Palm held out towards me, as if to say: “Shut up kid, I’m not in the mood.” I snapped my mouth shut and ducked my head as he grabbed my bags and lifted them into the car. He slammed the trunk hood closed and walked to the side of the car and held the door open for me and gestured with his hand for me to go in. I hesitated for a few seconds, just standing there in the driveway staring at the students I’ll be spending the next four years of my life with. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I ducked into the car and slid into a seat next to a girl, who looked fourteen, brown hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her smile beamed brighter then the sun, eyes as brown as chocolate, something she must love considering the chocolate bar held in her right hand. She was hyper, I knew that right away. Even as she sat next to me she bounced up and down in her seat. A smile spread across my face as I stairs at the young girl. She was so happy; it was hard not to be happy too, but my nerviousness won me over and I my smily disapiered. “ Hi” she said, making me jump. “I’m Emma.” I looked down in my seat at Emma, “I’m Willow.” “Want some chocolate?” she asked. “No thanks, I don’t like chocolate bars.” She sighed, “That’s good, I didn’t really want to share my chocolate, and I was just being polite.” She smiled “Now I won’t have to worry about you taking my chocolate. You can ask anyone here...” she held her bar up in the air, “I love my chocolate.” A few agreed mumbles came from the rest of the car. And that was the first time I looked at the other people in the car, besides Emma. . Emma began to introduce me. “Willow, this is Masan.” She motioned to a blond hair, blue eyed boy. His nose a little too big, but looked good on his kind of face. He looked at me and tilted his bed back, “Sup Willow.” He smiled and turned back to the book he was reading. “He obviously likes reading. He’s boring ‘cause that’s all he does most of his time.” She whispers in my ear but I see Masan give a small laugh and I knew he heard. “Bryant isn’t here, so I’ll have to introduce you to him when we get back to school. He wasn’t feeling well so he stayed in his dorm at school.” I nodded my head. My gaze landed on the short girl with platinum blond hair that sat next to Masan. “That’s Victoria, but she likes to be called Tori. She thinks Victoria is a terrible name, so never call her that, she gets mad easily.” She whispered the last part in my ear. “I can hear you Em, I’m not deaf.” She glared at Emma and then at me, “Like she said, don’t ever call me Vic...” she trailed off, “Just don’t, okay?” she snapped and continued to stare out the window. I haven’t even said a word to this girl and I already can tell she’s going to be a problem. For a moment I panicked. What was I doing here? For all I know, this would be some kind of trap. That’s stupid. My iner voice hissed, who would want you? I signed to myself, your being stupid. But the panicked stayed locked into place. My heart was racing and my hands shook. I put my hands together hoping I could stop it. I rolled my eyes and looked at the next person who was at the far corner of the car, sitting all alone, bent forward and resting his chin on his hands. Strands of dark brown hair hung in his green eyes. He looked up and staired at my hands, whitch were still shacking. I stopped breathing and stood still. His eyes came up and met my gaze. His eyes, a shade of green so bright yet dark, it was hard to describe. Something tugged in my memory, I remembered those eyes from somewhere but I couldn’t place it. His eyes were as bright as a green apple but still somehow dark at the sometime. Those eyes were so bright, memorizing, yet scary at the same time, like the stare of an animal that you know can kill you. He scowled and looked away. I crossed my arms against my chest and ducked my head but looked back up at him, his eyes focused out the window. Now that those eyes had turned away from me, I snapped out of it and now I could look at him objectibely. He looked a little older than me: lean, broad shoulders, and an unmistakable feeling of danger about him. His hair was black and it fell a little past his ears on each side. His bangs were side swept but loose and kind of messy. He was dressed in short sleeved dark purple shirt and dark blue jeans. Emma turns to me and whispers, “That’s Dylan, he keeps to himself. I’d stay away from him, he’s kind of scary don’t ya think?” I lift up my head to look at Dylan and I meet his scowl yet again. Emma isn’t good at whispering.