Making the statement

Chapter One: Morning

*Beep Beep Beep* God dammit my alarm already? I get up to smack the snooze button but I see I still got 15 minutes before the alarm goes off. Oh Shit "Smoke detector" I mutter. Wait is the house on fire.

I jump out of bed and open the door. Then it hits me she's cooking again. Most likely trying to make breakfast for the first day of school.

I take my time walking upstairs due to my room being in the basement. If there was a fire I would be so screwed. "Hey Jenny" I greet as I turned into the kitchen.

"You're up already? It's early" She mentions causally.

"Yeah did you not hear the smoke detector going off?" I asked.

"Oh darn I was took the batteries out as fast as I could" She says. Oh sure now I feel safe knowing if a fire does happen to start in the next hour we will not get notified. "I was making waffles" She pointed to the smoking waffle maker.

"Oh no. Why did you do that? Waste good waffle batter, I could have made them."

"But by asking you to make the waffles ruins the whole waking you up with waffles." Jenny explains. "How are you feeling?"

"About the waffles?" I ask "I got to say I'm not looking forward to them right now." I look around the kitchen and it is a complete mess.

"No not the waffles. How are you feeling about your first day of school?" She asks.

"Not bothered by it at all." I lied. My cause of being a new kid is sort of different then just moving to a new town. I moved in with a new family. After my parents died I didn't have any family to bring me in but I guess you could say I got lucky. I was adopted rather quickly by Jenny. I discovered Jenny was my godmother that I did not know really, I only heard about her. In the case of the deaths of my parents she would get custody. I told her she did not have to but she was dead set on doing it for my mom.

Jenny gave me a look that told me she did not believe I was fine. "Just try" was all she said as she put her arms around me in a hug. "Now go see if Violet is up will you."

Violet was Jenny's daughter, and I was so fortunate that she and I hit it off really well. We got the sibling bond thing going, without being related by blood.

I walked into her bedroom and she was already dress and looking at herself in the mirror trying to get approval from her reflection.

"Oh dear God." I say. She spun around with a shock look on her face. "What?" She asked.

"I thought this was a good look." She answered. I took a second to give her outfit another look over but I was still on the same side of the fence.

"Um quick question. Are you trying to impress a boy?" I ask with a smirk.

"What? No.. I mean if I happen to impress one it's a plus but I am not actively trying to impress anyone. Why?" She question taking another look at herself.

"I mean you are completely wasting a perfect first date look on the first day of school. I mean most boys aren't awake in the morning to notice." I answer.

"Oh." She finally sees my point, not that I don't like the outfit just as a first day of school outfit it is unnecessary. "Well what am I suppose to do then?" She asked worried. I love how she actually trusts my fashion advice. I mean yes I'm gay but my advice is more from a guy's point of view.

"Switch the skirt for these skinny jeans" I say pulling the skinny jeans out of her dresser. "That way boys can still check you out" I add expecting her to laugh but she just nods and listens "but incase you trip today you don't get exposed."

She snaps her fingers "right,smart call, don't want to be that girl the first day of school." She finally shes what I was most worried about. She glances back "you aren't ready?"

I pretend to be offended "What do you mean? I'm pretty sure this outfit will turn some heads." I gesture to my boxers which is the only thing i'm wearing. Violet laughs and grabs the jeans to make her outfit change.

"Oh and Arnold?" She asks. I look up at her "Thanks."

I head off to take a shower to get ready for my first day at Becon Hills high school. I kept thinking to myself it's only a school nobody needs to know about what my family was. I can make up anything and they have to believe me. What is the worst that could happen?