Welcome To Roswell

by Tracy

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Roswell, and I'm not a terrorist from a foreign country.

I hate this.

I hate this so much.

I've lived with Mom for years.
We left Dad and Roswell behind when I was three. And to tell the truth, I haven't really wanted to go back.

But because of the stupid legal system, I have to change states, schools, and families when I'm a sophomore in High School.

I don’t see why my dad even needs me. He remarried and has a family now. Mom only had me, and now she's all alone.

I didn't think this was physically possible, but this both sucks and blows.

I left my home, my school, my friends, all to go to the alien  hokey capital of the world.

I see the sign through the bus window and I cringe. "Welcome to Roswell. Welcome Home."

***

I step off the bus at the depot. Already I'm counting the days until I can go back to Alabama for the summer.

I don't see my dad, but I doubt if I would even recognize him if I did. I mean, I haven't seen the man since I was three.And I haven't wanted to see him in....

And then I see the eyes.

The eyes that look so much like mine.

"Kyle!" he exclaims, running at me."Welcome home!"

I back off "Yeah. I guess."

He puts his hands on my shoulders."How you've grown!" He exclaims.

"It's been thirteen years."I mutter.

A woman, his wife, I assume, A girl who looks to be about my age, and a little toddler join him.

"Oh, Kyle, this is the rest of the family."

Rest of the family? I don't even remember being part of this family.

"This is my wife Amy, her daughter Maria, and your half brother Chase."

The girl glares at me. I don't like her either.

***

I've never been a person that's enthralled in school. I make good enough grades, but I'd really rather be doing anything but.

And my schedule is all screwed up; All nerd classes. Apparently, my grades from Alabama are high enough to put me into the honors program.

I hate West Roswell High.

It's all controlled by jocks and preps, and I am neither. I don't  know what I am…just a person that floats around, hiding or looking for a place.

Want to know how great my day was?

It started off with Maria yelling at me for taking too long a shower. And I was only in there for five minutes before she started throwing a fit.

The girl just don't like me.

Then, I had to listen to her saccharine pop music all the way to school in her junky red jetta.

Mom wouldn't let me bring my jeep out here, and Dad says that Maria and I can share.

Bliss.

Then when I got to school, I found that my locker was in jock row.

And I accidentally hit one, Paulie, in the head with a book.

So, I'm now sporting the black and blue look. Too bad it's not in this season.

It's impossible to make friends when you are a Sophomore in high school, everyone is already set in their own ways. Their own groups.Their own cliques. And nobody wants to include the Sheriff's son.

Did I mention that someone called me "Chia Head" today?

Ok, so it was Maria, but it still hurt.

Nobody knows me.Why do they assume that they do? Nobody here knows me, and nobody here cares.

But I did see one ray of divinity in the whole day.

Liz Parker. She's beautiful.

I had to catch my breath when I saw her.

She was all beautiful and innocent. I wanted to run right over there and protect her from any thing that could ever go wrong.

Instead, I stood there, gaping like an idiot.

In Biology class, I got partnered with Liz. Well actually Liz and another guy named Max Evans, because there was an odd number of students in the class.

And he's got it bad for Liz too.

It's obvious by the way he stares.I wonder if I stare at her the same way.

And that was my first day in Roswell.

And I have to put you aside for now journal, to finish some damn Biology homework.

Don't worry, I' ll be back tomorrow.

Kyle