Hello!

I have decided to revamp this and make it a Eric/Sookie story instead. I have yet to see an all human story in a True Blood section (either that or I have not been looking hard) so I have decided to put the story here!

The Eric I've created is the Viking we all know and love with a hint of my ex boyfriend, while this ex was nothing but a stoner and a prick he did say some stuff that was cute and sweet at the time. But I stress don't use drugs kids! Now enough of my blabbing and enjoy!

I didn't want to move, I would give anything for my mom to just let me live with either of my aunts instead of moving to a whole other state. While it was a crappy place I loved South Carolina, the weather was nice most of the time and you get to see the ocean when you go to the beach. Now my mom was moving us Louisiana, a place I heard smelled like marsh and the folks were extremely stupid (look at Brittney Spears). They didn't even have an ocean for a beach front, just a freaking gulf.

My mom had been promoted to work as a head manager of a branch in an insurance company; the problem was she had to move in order to get it and my mom was the type that if seen the opportunity to get good money she'll take it. So, me, my older brother Jason, and my Gran Adele, along with our dog Scarlett had to tag along with her on a long road trip to what would be out new home. The trip seemed useless, we lived in a small town back home…and we were moving to an even smaller town called "Bon Temps". I was so annoyed I only packed my stuff and didn't leave my room unless it was for dinner or something. What was worse of all was we moved in January and I was in the 6th grade, I would be placed in a new school in the middle of a school term while everyone was up and ahead.

I remember telling my mom that I'll hate her forever, getting an "Okay honey" in response. When we arrived to the middle school it looked okay, even the inside looked nice. I was greeted by the guidance counselor there named Mrs. Fortenberry, a rather large lady with extremely frizzed blonde hair and loud clothing. She helped me understand which classes I was getting and whatnot, she seemed rather sweet.

"Okay sweetie, be right back with our top two students in the 6th grade, they'll show you to your class and help you get a better understanding of the school okay sweetie?" I only nodded in reply and waited in the quiet conference room; just then two girls came in, one brunette haired wearing a pink flower dress the other black with long braids in a shirt and jeans.

"Hello!" the blonde one spoke out with a smile. "I'm Lorena." I just simply smiled slightly saying my name is response.

"Tara Thornton," the other girl chimed in but didn't say much after that.

"So where are you coming from?" Lorena asked, her voice to sweet, but it was the kind of sweet that was sickening.

"South Carolina," I replied, not really sure what to make of these girls at first.

"Oh that sounds lovely! And you're next class is English?"

"Seems like it," I responded, getting a slight non amused look from the Barbie doll. She looked at my schedule then back at me.

"Well it looks like you have the same English with me; you can just follow me when the bell rings okay?" I nodded at her then right on cue the bell rang and I soon found myself following what I could describe as the prissiest girl I have ever met, and I had met some doozies in my lifetime. I will never understand it, but when a new kid comes into their first classroom the kids in there look and treat you like a bright shiny toy. The English teacher there, Mrs. White, guided me where to sit and began class. We had to write about a favorite memory or something but I had a hard time thinking, I was not one to just write what someone told me to write. I was more of a free spirited writer, as I drummed my pencil on the page of the journal; I began looking around, just to be nosy. By the time I turned my head, I noticed a kid that was writing that I thought was kinda cute.

He was pale, but not extremely pale that he looked like he was dipped in white paint. He had sort of large eyes and blonde hair that wasn't short, but wasn't extremely long either. He dressed in a black hoodie and baggy jeans, looking like he was kinda be that kid that would set something on fire on purpose. As soon as he looked at me I quickly turned and went back staring at a blank page of my journal, but not without have a quick look of how blue his eyes were, they were almost unrealistic.

Before I could even realize the bell rang for the 6th graders to have lunch. I got a salad bowl and looked around; I didn't know if I should sit in a table with people in it or not. Finding an empty place I sat down and fixed my salad when I felt someone near me.

"Did the rich, white folk outcast you or something?" said a familiar voice; I looked up, seeing it was the Tara girl from before.

"Oh um…I don't think so," I replied.

"Okay let me ask you this; before you got here did the brunette invite to sit with her?" she asked, I shook my head no. "Then they outcasted you then. See if you are not what they consider acceptable then forget even talking to them. They choose who is worthy to be part of their group." She sat down with me having her lunch tray. "Sorry for not talking that much this morning, it's best if you just let Lorena talk. How do you like this school so far?"

"Oh it's okay, kinda nice looking to be honest," I admitted.

"This school, along with the little kid's schools is the only ones that are. Once you reach Bon Temps High School it won't be as glamorous. That school has been there since the 70's and has not been majorly reconstructed yet," she explained eating celery. "Don't worry, you'll adapt to this place soon enough." I nodded, after we finished we sat outside just watching the other kids. That was when I noticed that guy from my English class again hanging out with a small group of people. Tara must have noticed because she brought me out of my thoughts saying "that's Eric."

"Who?" I asked.

"The scary blonde haired kid. That's Eric Northman and his group of misfits," she clarified. "See the other blonde is his sister Pam. The Chinese's name is Chow and that's my cousin Lafayette. There's also Eggs, Ginger, Stan, and Isabel."

"Do you hang out with them?" I asked.

"Only when I'm extremely bored and the library's closed, they are pretty cool to hang out with though," she replied. "Wanna go talk to them?" I quickly shook my head no, causing her to laugh.

"Girl, you're not only one. All the girls like Eric at first, until he opens his mouth. He's a mean kid." I nodded at her slightly; the rest of the first day of my school career was pretty much a blur. Before I reached high school Hurricane Katrina hit the state of Louisiana bad and my Gran died. Tara and I became fast friends, sort of becoming a group of our own, we were sort of the in between and we could hang out with just anyone.

As for Eric, I never uttered a word to him through out middle school. Every year we had at least one class together but I would sit in the front while he sat all the way in the back. He seemed to be infatuated with Ms. Lorena too, but was clearly denied many times. I honestly felt bad for him. By the time I got to Bon Temps High School it was exactly how Tara described it but you learn to settle after a while. I was high in my classes and I was not pregnant and cracked out on drugs. That counts for something right?

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