Hello, Hello, Hello AGAIN!! I do hope this story wont go into a deep dark hole and be forgotten like my other 2 (3?) stories. A heads up, it may seem the first chapter to be boring and slow with Azalea getting to know her surroundings but dont worry, it'll get better! *Hopefully* But I do hope this story will be a winner, since I normally slack of with writing *Lazy ass*. So I hope you guys enjoy, since I havent actually seen any stories with Mr Kalona ;) Hopefully Im okay with writing him!

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It was a big change for the young seventeen-year-old girl. Moving from sleepy countryside of East Yorkshire England to Oklahoma, Tulsa USA. She tried to find out why the change but her parents replied with only "Change of scenery I guess". It angered Azalea; she knew that was totally not the answer but she soon enough given up. Her parents decided to live bang in the middle of the new high school she was going to attend and the main centre of Tulsa. 11811 E 38th St was the name of the street she lived along. They lived in a single story house, though the rooms were slightly smaller than the ones back in England, but at least she didn’t have so much crap like the rest of her family.

She heard her mother say goodbye and said a thank you to the movers and the truck rumbled away. Azalea moved about her room, setting her little statues of animals around, hanging up her posters of hot actors and bands she liked. She realised, with slight fear that she had to remake new friends. Ugh what a pain, she thought frowning as she opened the window to allow the cool early winter air to flow in and clear out the stuffy air. The snow had just begun to fall as they finished up with moving the furniture in the house.

Just then, her mother waddled in, holding a box that probably contained sheets for the bed that was already put together by the movers. "Oh! Thanks mum…" She smiled taking the box from her fair skinned mother, she gave her a wide smile, "Let me help you, dear." She said kindly as she began to unbox the sheets, "Oh, no its fine. I can do it myself." Azalea protested but her mother waved her away, "No, I like making the bed with you. We are bonding,” she laughed slightly and Azalea sighed before drawling out a ‘fine’. She pouted which made her mother smile wider, "Ah, so cute!" She said as the pair began to make the bed.

"There we go!" her mother said, hands on her hips. "Thanks." Azalea said smiling to her mother, "Nice and quick…" She huffed as she stared at her daughter, noticing the slight distant look in the pale blue eyes, "Az, are you okay?" She asked, touching her arm gently, Azalea noticed the little nickname she would be called if she was either in trouble or if her mother was concerned, "Ah, a little. Just this is still big for me, such a sudden change. Know what I mean?" she asked her mother, and she nodded, "Mhmm, indeed. A big change for all of us! Especially Alijah…" Her mother trailed of. Alijah, the oldest boy in the family, had gotten out of jail about 6 months ago as a free man. He was put to jail when he was only 17 years old. Seven years Alijah was in jail for murder of something, Azalea was only 6 years old and didn’t really understood then and she never brought it up since it would hurt her mother and father greatly. It unnerved her, knowing that the kind looking man had committed some murder that could of placed him for life in jail. She shivered at the thought and pushed it out of her already tired mind. She didn’t want to think of this now; it wasn’t the time to get a fright from that.

Her mother noticed her shiver, "Are you cold?" She asked as she headed to the window and closed it, blocking out the now incoming breeze and snowflakes, "Ah… Not really…" Azalea responded with a soft, low voice. "Well either way, don’t want to be sick for your first day at your new school tomorrow, do ya?" She asked, patting Azaleas pastel blue hair. "I just hope you’re able to come to school like that." She indicated her hair, "Yeah, I don’t really want to colour it normal." She touched her hair, pouting a little, "Well, just hope I don’t get a call tomorrow!" She said and headed out of the room to check up on the rest of the family leaving a tired Azalea back to her unpacking.

 After an hour later or so, Azalea laid back on her back, tired out from the intense packing. It was slow and bothersome; she had to help the rest out to make room around the house. And it was already evening by the time they finished, cleaned up and began dinner.  It was a big enough table to fit them all and have personal space; Azalea hated being close to people even if it was her family. She liked big outdoors so she missed her hometown greatly, again, she couldn’t argue about moving.

Her mother made her famous roast chicken in their new oven; it had a perfect golden glaze, which always got Azalea curious. "I still question on your amazing ability to make the perfect chicken..." Azalea said smiling as her mother cut the piece of breast and laid it on her plate, "Aye, it’s a secret!" Her mother chimed happily. "Your mother is exceptionally talented. And you will soon be as well." Her father said, smiling at the aware gazes of the girls. Lily and Olive rolled their eyes, "Humpfh, not me! I don’t like cooking!" Olive, the youngest of them all, stated proudly. Lily gasped, "But you have to cook! Otherwise what will you eat when you grow up?" She asked her younger sister. "Ill just order take-out." Olive replied smirking as she ate her mashed potato. Hayden, the nineteen year old, shook his head; "Well then, you'll get sick after if you eat that every day." He said glancing up at his younger sister, "Beats cooking." Olive said stubbornly stabbing at the meat. Azalea smiled as she ate her own food, her siblings were funny when they bickered, the arguments making no sense most of the time. Her parents would try and break it up but they'd end up joining as well, but Azalea would stay out of it and just listen.

She's one of those girls who'd stay out of things by keeping quiet, no matter how much her family tried to pull her in. She would get to embarrassed if they did something clumsy or said something that caused a whole lot of laughter, but sometimes, rare times, she'd let go and be herself. But would close up if she was laughed at, since it brought up bad memories of her old school. She finished first and picked up her plates and went to clean up, "I’m gonna head to bed..." She muttered giving her mum a kiss on the cheek and a hug for her dad before heading to her room and getting dressed in her pyjamas and finally getting into her bed and falling asleep.

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The screams and yells of her sisters jolted Azalea awake, she was all tangled up in her bed sheets and was nice and warm. She groaned and pulled the covers over just as her father walked in to wake her up, “Come on sweetie, don’t want to be late for school!” He said cheerfully, coming over and yanking the sheets back, “Five more minutes…” she replied groggily as she pulled the sheets back, but ended up having a tug-a-war with her father.

She fell back and sighed, “Fine! Getting up.” She got up and shooed her father out as she combed her hair, it was the first time she went to a school without wearing a uniform. Well, she never changed schools back in England but still it was weird for her. She pulled on skinny jeans a thin but long sleeved top with a soft woollen jumper on top. She combed her hair and made it to be able to hide the multiple piercings she had in her ears. Yes, she was very different from her family, they all had darkish/fair hair and zero piercings, save for the normal ones.

But her parents encouraged her to be who she was, and she wasn’t going to decline that. She just felt nervous when meeting new people and held back. She put on very light make-up and came out of her room to have eggs and toast. Her sisters were fighting over who had the last piece, “Girls, enough! Hurry up and eat!” Their mother barked angrily, which finally shut them up.
“Look how nice and quiet Az is eating, she’s already done.” Her mother pointed out as Azalea and shrugged at Lily and Olive, “Come on, otherwise Ill eat it!” Azalea joked and frightened the girls a little and they ate faster. Finally the lively family shuffled out, putting on their scarfs since it was quite cold, but they were used to it. Their father was going to drop of her brothers in Central Tulsa for their first day at their new job. Alijah had to work with Hayden, as a cashier in one of the shops there. Slowly, Alijah was getting his independence back.

It was about a thirteen drive to Broken Arrow High School, Azalea waved goodbye at her mother and faced the school, she pursed her lips tightly as she felt her heart race. She was going to meet someone at the principles office to have a tour of the school, most likely the school captain or something. As she began to walk, she heard a loud shout, “Ahh! Watch out!” A male voice cried until she found herself knocked on the ground, a male besides her groaning a little. “Oh shit…” Azalea swore quietly and got up, patting herself down before glancing at the fallen boy. “Oh god… Are you okay?” She quickly assessed him and he faced her, chuckling. “I should be asking you that.” He said sitting up and getting up, holding out a hand for her, whom she took and he pulled her up, “Yes, I am fine.” She replied, shyly smiling as he picked up his skateboard.

“I’m Michael. The schools head captain of the football team.” He said hand out as if a gesture to shake her hand which she took and shook it, “Azalea, new girl here.” She said, her thick English accent evident. “Ahh, yes. The school had notified all of us in an email.” He said, “And nice accent, is England nice?” He asked, “It is,” She replied, he was already making her nervous as she shoved her hands in her jumpers pockets. “Ah crap!” He hit his head, “Jeez, I forgot to apologise! Ha, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there and I was going to fast…” He smiled awkwardly, “Oh its okay. No biggie.” She smiled kindly up at him.

“Well, I better stop chatting or you’ll get in trouble.” Michael said, pushing back his dark brown hair from his face exposing his oval face, his cheeks and nose sprinkled with light freckles. His eyes were a light hazel colour, his skin slightly tanned mostly because from spending out practising football. She could tell he was well built, his muscles slightly bulging out whenever he moved his arms. “Yeah, um… Could you uh show me where the principles office? I need to collect my schedule and whatnot.” She said, “Oh! Sure, no problems. Lets go!” He said cheerfully as the two headed up to the school. She got many glances, everyone looking at her mostly because of her pastel blue hair.

“Nice hair to.” He complimented which made her blush slightly, “Oh haha… Thank you.” She laughed nervously.

“It really brings out the colour of your eyes!” He smiled wide, his cheeks slightly red. ‘He’s blushing…?’ She thought as she glanced away and looked ahead at the packed hallways of different students from different cultures. She had gone to a private school back in England and hadn’t seen this many cultures back there, so this was kind of a surprise for her. “You look shocked, why is that?” Michael asked, smiling at her, “Ah, just the amount of students here and the different cultures…” She replied as they came to a stop in front of some doors, “Never seen this many people back in your old school? Or where you home schooled?” He asked, “Oh no, I went to a small private school. Very few students there.” She said as she turned to him, “This is my stop, thanks by the way.” She said.

“Oh no problems. I’ll meet you later, yeah?” He said as he backed up, “Alright. See you.” She waved a little at him as he nodded and hurried away. She finally allowed her tensed body to relax as she knocked on the door, wanting this tour to be over and calm her anxiety down.

The door opened and a lady stood there, her hair pinned up tightly in a bun, not a single piece of hair out. She eyed Azalea up and down, her old wrinkly face twisted in an annoyed look, “Oh, you must be Miss Azalea Clayworth. Am I correct?” The woman asked in a slow yet agitated tone, “Um… Yeah, that’s me. I came here-”

“Yes, I know why you’re here. You’re the interesting student from England. Come in, the principle is waiting for you.” The lady cut her of as she held the door open and Azalea walked in, ducking her head low a little as the secretary guided her to another room where the principle sat, his head in a big book. He glanced up, “Ahh! Hello, hello!” He stood placing the book down as he smiled warmly and kindly, walking around his large desk to greet her, “I am Mr Owen, the principle of this school.” He shook her hand and allowed her to sit in a chair before his desk. “Hello.” She said sitting down as he took his seat again, pulling out a folder. “I insisted to your mother to allow you have a full days worth of rest, but she sounded eager for you to come to school on your first day. But don’t worry, I have informed your class teachers to allow you to settle in class first before handing you any kind of work for today.” Mr Owen explained to her, as he pushed the papers towards her, “These here are the rules and regulations of the school that you must read, your clothing is appropriate but maybe your hair is not… But I will let you go with it since you may not want to change the colour.” He smiled at her as she took the papers.
“Thank you sir… I appreciate it greatly…” She smiled a little, he then pushed a little box to her, “But the piercings must come out. You may put them back on when you get home. That’s the only no go.” He said and she sighed, “Alright,” she said as she began to unclip them and put them in the box, which she placed in her bag.

Just then a soft knock came at the door and the secretary came in, followed by a blond hair girl. “Ah, Julie, you finally came!” Mr Owen said smiling still at the girl.

“Yes, sorry, traffic was a pain.” The blond said, her ocean blue eyes twinkling a little. “Oh no problems, we were just finishing up here.” He said nodding to Azalea, “Oooh the English student! I’ve been waiting for your arrival!” Julie said coming over and taking her hand to shake it excitedly, making Azalea’s anxiety come back. “N-Nice to meet you to…” She stuttered a little, getting shy all over again. She didn’t mind adults but it was people who were the same age as her that got her all nervous.

“Julie please don’t scare the new student, we don’t want complaints.” Mr Owen chuckled lightly as the girl bobbed her head in understanding, “Yes, yes sorry!” She apologised to Azalea, grinning a little, “Its okay…” She reassured her. Though Azalea wanted to just run away and hide in a corner and remain alone. “Well, Julie you may start your tour with her. Just show her the main parts of the school and where her classes would be.” Mr Owen said and she nodded, “Sure thing Mr Owen!” She saluted him before skipping out of the room,  “You may go Azalea.” Mr Own smiled at her and she nodded, hugging her stuff to he body as she followed after the cheery girl.

Julie led her out to the now empty hallways of the school, “Alright, as you can see no one is here besides us!” she said smiling, “Lets take you to your locker so you can put down your stuff.” Julie said as she then lead her to her locker.

“Here we go!” Julie said as Azalea nodded and opened her locker and placed her books and whatnot in it. “You’re a very quiet girl.” Julie noted as she waited for her, “Ah… Yeah…” She felt highly unstable and uncomfortable as the girl Julie watched her, her hands slightly trembled as she grabbed just a notebook and a pen. “Sweet, you’re done. Lets go and have a fun tour!” Julie said as she went of, Azalea following after quietly.

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It took them an hour or more to go around and see the major parts of the school, plus showing where Azalea’s classes would be and lucky they weren’t far from each other. Julie had realised that the new English girl was awfully quiet and really shy.

She hoped that the girl would open up eventually but didn’t want to get her hopes up. “Well, see you at lunch.” Julie said waving as she left Azalea standing in front of her first class of the day, Art. She was fiddling with the pen in her hand, turning it around and around. She knew if she stepped into that class she’d have to introduce herself to everyone and so forth. Azalea felt the fear rise up in her, her trembling becoming more prominent. But before she could turn away and hide herself the door opened to a female teacher, who had paint splattered on her wrinkled face, “Oh dear, hello.” The lady said smiling at her, Azalea smiled slightly at the teacher, “Come in, come in. We’ve been expecting you.” She said as Azalea slightly hesitated but pushed herself to walk in and moved to stand on the side.

The teacher went to the middle of the classroom, the students all staring at Azalea. It made her feel even worse. The teacher ushered her to come to the middle of the classroom, Azalea glanced around and could see the whispering students. She now felt so self-conscious of herself and felt her heart beat faster in her chest. She despised this so much and bit her bottom lip, her mind was spinning and she slowly began to panic.

Somehow the teacher noticed her uncomfortableness and said, “Ah, Azalea, don’t worry. We can figure you out in art!” She smiled, “Please go sit next to Nevaeh.” The teacher nodded to a girl with a boy-cut hairstyle.

Azalea nodded shyly and hurried to sit down, keeping her eyes down to avoid any kind of eye contact with the judging students. The girl Nevaeh had brown coloured hair and brown eyes. Her skin was a normal skin colour, between fair and olive coloured. She also had a book open and within it were beautifully drawn faces of anime characters. Azalea found herself drawn to it, since she loved anime. “You like this?” Nevaeh asked startling Azalea a little, “O-Oh… U-Um…” Azalea looked away and blushed a little, feeling ashamed.

Nevaeh giggled lightly, “Don’t fret, I’m not like the others here.” She explained which made Azalea calm down slightly. “I’m Nevaeh, by the way, like the teacher said.” She said giving the pastel blue haired girl a small yet welcoming smile. “Azalea...” She replied in a soft hesitant voice. “Pretty name.” She said placing the book in front of her, “You may look through it.” Nevaeh said nodding just as the teacher had instructed to pair up and start on an assignment that was due in two weeks. “Want to be a pair?” She asked, “I… Okay…” she replied as she flicked through the anime drawn pages, she found some that she recognised such as Black Butler, Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, Fairy Tale and Naruto and other popular and not so popular shows.

“This is amazing… I know some of these…” Azalea said as she handed the book back to Nevaeh. “Oh sweet! Its so hard to find someone who likes anime…” Nevaeh said sighing, “Everyone finds it shit.” She added shrugging, “Though I cant really bash them, its their opinion. Just long as they don’t go around telling people that.” She exclaimed as Azalea nodded in understanding.

She felt composed for a change, not feeling that anxious and restlessness she normally feels when she is around new people. Something from Nevaeh made her feel… accepted. Like she was just a normal girl that had a liking for something that others would deem as crap. But either way, Azalea had to tread softly on these new grounds, to test out who was real and, who was a fake. She was still too fragile from the incidents back in her old school.

The two girls discussed about their project that they were given; Nevaeh allowed the English girl to take over with the artistic side since she admired her way of how passionate Azalea was about drawing. Eventually, the forty-seven minutes of that class flew by and third period was on its way.

Azalea met a cute boy in her Maths class, Ayden. He was a red head with pretty green eyes, and she found out he to liked Anime, which was good since that’s what they talked about during class, with him helping her with difficult fractions. He was a nice guy; she figured by the way he was always happy to help her out. But still, she couldn’t let her guard down; she couldn’t stand to be hurt again. Fourth period came and she was alone, no one seemed to introduce them to her so she sat in the back alone. Which was fine since she didn’t have to worry about talking to anyone and allowing her mind to wander.

She was jolted back to reality when the bell rang for lunch; she picked up her things and headed to her locker to grab her mother’s delicious food. The school had a cafeteria but her mother insisted on making lunch for her, which she didn’t mind. Azalea was about to head of when she recognised the blond bobbing head making it’s way to her, “Azalea! How was your day?” Julie asked as the two girls went to lunch, “Oh… It was okay. I um… met new people.” She said shyly, “Oh yes, I know. Nevaeh and Ayden, and Michael who ran into you today. He can be such a clumsy boy.” Julie said laughing a bit, “Oh, you know them?” Azalea asked as they entered the large cafeteria and finding their way to a table. “Yep, they’re my friends.” Julie said as they sat, the rest of them coming eventually.

‘This isn’t that bad, they seem nice. Nicer than the ones back at home,’ Azalea thought as she quietly ate, listening to their conversations and occasionally joining in. Lunch was roughly about two hours long, which Azalea thought was going to be hell, but it wasn’t actually. It was nice to sit with this group, they were very funny and it was interesting to watch how they talked to one another. Accusing each other in a playful manner and always teasing. No one in her private school would act like this; everyone was strict and well mannered. Well some of them. This school seemed carefree and open to everyone, minus the groups who were ‘popular’.

Azalea never ceased to wonder that something else here, not in the school but the area she lived in held something… Strange. Something old that made her senses become alert and always on the look out for something. She didn’t know what the hell it was and couldn’t turn it off, she could feel threads leading to a particular area but it was too faint to really hold on. Besides, who the hell wants to follow some false feeling to god knows where? For all she could know it could lead to a serial killer. Or something much worse than a serial killer.

She shivered slightly and pushed that thought away, wanting to concentrate on the conversation. At last, lunch finished and she headed with Nevaeh and Julie to Vocal class, Azalea hoped it wasn’t just all about singing. Which it was with theory along the side of it, but lucky she just got to watch the others sing songs and write notes about different pitch and such like that.

This class was her favourite to be honest; everyone was so amazing and simply funny. Even the teacher was funny and always had a good laugh with everyone. School had ended finally and she had gotten a message from her mother that she had to walk home. Azalea sighed and packed her things up, saying good-bye to her new friends and using her phone; she headed home on the quickest route. At least Azalea got to see the area a little more. Lucky it wasn’t snowing right now, or else she’d come home all cold and most likely freezing. The walkway was a little slippery but she was used to the frozen pavements.

It was a nice place, with a bit of a country feel. The air was a little thicker with the heavy smell of pollution but it wasn’t intoxicating. The trees were bare of leaves and had snow covering them. It was pretty, she liked winter since she got to dress up more and snuggle in her bed. She smiled a little to herself as a weird thought/scene came across her mind; She saw herself kneeling and hunched over a pond that had things with fairy like wings that flittered around. She was covering her face with her hands and her shoulders was shaking, ‘Am I crying?’ She thought as she saw someone come sit beside her, a man. But he was different. His wings… were the colour of gold as well as his hair.

He was comforting her pulling her into his embrace.

Who on earth was that? And why was she crying and being hugged? She mulled over the guys she went out with, none matched to his description. Her heart was racing as well. She could vaguely remember something attached to his back… Wings? Or was it just a shirt? But she didn’t remember him wearing a shirt… She hugged herself and looked at the ground, feeling uneasy and a bit shaken. Lucky she was startled by the cry of a raven, or else she wouldn’t have moved from her spot. She glanced up and saw a black raven perched at the lowest branch, glancing down with its beady black eyes.

It cocked its head to the side, as if it was studying her, “You’re very pretty but creepy at the same time.” She said to the bird, it cawed at her and then took of into the cloudy sky.

‘What a strange thing…’ She thought and took in a deep breath and finally headed home, the vision still annoying her. She should feel lucky to be kissing someone like that, every girl would most likely be jealous of her. Though, she felt a sense of security in his arms. She came home and like usual, found no one home. What bothered her was that she never saw her sisters at school, like at all. They would be in the same vicinity, wouldn’t they? Well Lilly would.

She went straight to her room and pulled out her drawing journal, and started to draw the man she saw in her weird vision. It was hard to remember something that happened so quickly but she came out with a rough sketch. Shaking her head she put the book down and lay back to have a bit of a snooze, tomorrow was another day with her newly made friends. 

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Ahhhh that was an okay start, yeah? I hope so, Ill be posting the next chapter soon! So please be paitent!

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