I had just recently moved from Italy to this small town in Minnesota called Fairhaven. Today was my first day of senior year and I was really nervous. I was going to a new school and I would be making new friends.

After I finished my shower, I stood in front of my closet, trying to decide on my first-day-of-school outfit. I chose to wear high-waisted jeans with my tan timberland heeled boots and a crop sweater. My waist-length hair was put up in to a fishtail halo braid and I finished off my look with some lip gloss. Checking myself in the mirror, I thought to myself, perfect.

As I walk downstairs, I smell the sweet aroma of freshly made chocolate chip pancakes and crispy bacon. My favorite.

"Mmm, smells good ma," I said, walking into the kitchen. My mother turns to me and smiles.

"Good morning, mija," she said. People say my mother and I looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

After I finished eating, I put my plate in the sink and grabbed my car keys.

"Bye mom, see you later," I said and waved.

"Bye mija, be good," my mom yelled.

"I'll try," I yell back, as I walked to my blue mini wagon. Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and looked into the woods. I didn't see anyone among the trees.

You're just imagining things, I tell myself. I turn back around to get in my car and made my way to school, not thinking much of the could-be fateful encounter.