Now alone in the bookstore, Jackie had a few minutes to kill before she would walk over to her Mothers work. Sifting through the book sales pile, she found books ranging from kids to vampire romance. Blinking a few times, she pushed them out the way, fiddling with a few pages. It was all amusing. How small this town was compared to places she’d seen, to the place she grew up. How small she felt here. As soon as school would start up, it would finally give her something to take her mind off it all. Piano was out of the question. Another past time would need to be found. It all roped back to having to start school.

Walking out of the shop, her face scrunching up as the bell rung above her, she once again stepped out onto the sidewalk. Her eyes roamed the almost familiar street, she would have to grow accustomed to the streets if her Mother was going to let her walk around the streets.

A car pulled up suddenly directly across the street. Curious, Jackie watched on as a German Shepard barked from the tray of a red pickup truck. Crates of packaged break were beside the dog, who not so much as touched it, wagging his tail in delight as its owner got out of the car. Jackie was caught off guard, there were more people around her age than what she was expecting. The girl who drove the pickup truck had straight dark hair. Jackie was taken aback at how amazing and full her eyebrows were. The pickup truck driver wore an unevenly buttoned black and white flannel that made her upper body very square shaped. The flannel had been rolled up to expose her toned forearms, muscular and long. She hefted one of the large crates off the back of the truck, instantly another boy around her age was there to take the crate from her. The young boy was wearing a baker’s apron, stained in flour and tied tightly around his waist. His hair was quaffed high, higher than Oliver’s. The girl put the second crate on the ground. She gave her dog a pet before letting him jump into the passenger’s seat.

Jackie straightened up, after all staring was considered rude. Turning on the ball of her foot, Jackie made her way down the street, her Mothers workplace in sight. She had no doubt about it that she would see them at school. The more people she saw, the more confused she got. True, she didn’t have a friend type, but surely this place was more diverse than what she had anticipated.

Sighing, Jackie found herself standing beside her Mother’s car, waiting for her to finish her shift.