Palmer's Dance

New York City, the city that never sleeps. Where everyone is always rushing to their destination, and no one seems to stop and breathe. For them, life was chaotic and busy, but not for Christopher Melbourne. His life was different, because he was different. 

At seventeen years old, he had already gone through so much. His father had passed away from cancer when he was just eight years old, his mother had divorced from his stepfather,  not to mention he was bullied and harassed at school, every single year.

Christopher suffered from albinism, a genetic condition where the body cannot make a normal amount of melanin, causing his skin to be pale. His icy blue eyes almost disappeared under his white lashes and his very light blond hair made him the laughingstock with his classmates. They would call him many names. Milky boy, Snow White and even the Ice Queen, to name a few. 

He would spend his days alone inside his house, looking out the window, wishing for a better life. Christopher was about to graduate high school, but he wouldn’t finish it in the city. His mother, Grace, was transferred from her job as a surgeon to be a clinic doctor at a small town in Montana.

It was a downgrade and she was excited about trying a different atmosphere. They both needed it, especially him. Grace was packing the last of their belongings, they were ready for their new adventure.

“What else do you need help with, mom?” he asked, picking up the last box from his room. The movers had all the furniture and big boxes loaded in the moving truck. They were just waiting for them.

“That’s all, sweetheart. We’re good to go,” she replied, locking the door of their small two bedroom apartment for the last time. 

It was an exciting experience. A thirty two hour ride by car plus whatever time would take them to stop for food and lodging. Closing the trunk after putting the last box in, they were ready for their trip. 

“So, they will have a house ready for us, and the school already has your information so you can start as soon as we get settled in. I saw pictures of our home and the town, and I am sure you will love it,” Grace mentioned as she took his hand in reassurance, noticing how quiet her son was. She started to shake him gently to get his attention.

“Mom, it could be the prettiest town in the country, but it won’t change anything. I am sure there are not many people with my condition there and it’ll all start over again,” Christopher replied, not looking at her, but at the rain falling outside of the window. 

For him, bullying had always been a part of his life. He was used to it but he’d have to  ignore it if it ever happened again. Grace looked back at the road, and decided not to mention another word about their new home for the rest of the trip. 

After eight hours of driving, there was still silence between them in the car. It was surprisingly comfortable. Only the music on the radio was playing, letting the noise fill in the air. Christopher loved to listen to rock and Grace put it on for him to enjoy. 

They found a service station and made their stop to eat and use the restrooms. It was a long drive, but Grace wanted to get as many miles as she could to be able to make it to Montana in less time. 

Grace parked her Wagoneer, and they both headed to the diner located next to the gas station. As they walked in, she figured they were regular customers as they watched her son, their eyes wide open as the room suddenly went quiet. The waitress greeted them with a big smile and invited them to sit down wherever they wanted, before she would stop by to take their order.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Grace asked while they scanned the menu. Everything looked really good to her.

“Nothing, mom. I’m not really hungry,” Christopher replied, playing with the ketchup bottle as he looked outside the glass window. 

A heavy set lady approached them to take their orders, giving their ticket to the chef right after, who quickly made it for them. They both waited for their food while sipping their lemonades. Grace was worried about him, he still wouldn’t say a word about their new life.

It took them longer than anticipated to arrive in Montana. Too many stops had delayed the trip, but they were finally there. Everything was new to them, and Christopher was already dreading going to school.

“It is a beautiful town,” Grace said as they drove. She noticed the townsfolk were staring at them, thinking they were new in town or just passing through as they have never seen such a luxurious car in their quaint, little town. Chris scooted down in his seat, hiding his face from passersby. He was already feeling uncomfortable and wished he was back home in New York. 

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“Palmer, breakfast is ready!” Daisy said, calling her daughter for the fifth time. It was already seven thirty and Palmer was late for the school bus. 

“I’m coming, mom!” She yelled from her bedroom upstairs. Trying to choose her outfit for the day, she was still undecided.

Palmer was not your typical small town girl. No cute dresses and cowboy boots for her. She loved to be casual. Her style included ripped jeans, tank tops, leather or jean jackets. Depending on her mood, she’d wear a baseball cap. Today she felt like wearing her hair down, out of her face with a headband. 

She was a beautiful girl, with a rounded face, full lips and freckled cheeks. Brown hair shone in the morning sun, her turquoise eyes had the boys at her school swooning. Typical boys. Something she hated. 

Walking down the stairs, loud enough for the house to echo her footsteps, she walked into the kitchen.

“Easy, you giant,” James joked, making Daisy chuckle.

“Ha ha, very funny dad,” Palmer said, taking an apple from the glass bowl in the middle of the wooden dining table, sinking her teeth in the red, delicious fruit.

“You’re not eating breakfast?” Daisy asked as Palmer rushed out of the kitchen, “and why are you wearing those clothes? Didn’t I buy you a cute summer dress?”

“Mom, I love you and I’m grateful, but you know I don’t like to wear dresses. They’re too girly for me,” she replied, kissing her mother’s cheek, running to catch the school bus.

“She’ll be the death of me,” Daisy muttered. Her husband heard her words with a smile.

“She reminds me of a certain beautiful girl I met in high school. Just as extroverted as her,” he replied while Daisy laughed, knowing it was true. Her daughter was no different than her.

Palmer got on the bus just in time. Sitting next to Faith, her best friend. A girl with caramel skin and big hazel eyes. Her curly black hair would bounce at every movement, making her look like a cute, porcelain doll.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she said with a grin. Knowing Palmer had slept in more than normal and choosing an outfit was always like going to battle for her; long and painful.

“Morning!” She greeted with enthusiasm, “what’s new?”

“Well, I just heard about a new student coming to our school Monday. He’s from New York,” Faith said with an excited smile on her face.

“What is up with New Yorkers wanting to move to this part of the country? I thought they loved their precious, polluted city,” Palmer sighed as she put the earphones on her cell phone and gave one to Faith to listen too.

            “Maybe they want to escape the chaos.”

            “I highly doubt that, they’re way too proud of it, they won’t want to live anywhere else,” Palmer scoffed. She always thought that people from New York were selfish and self centered. She’d never liked them.

            “Well, I heard it’s just him and his mom. His dad passed away when he was a kid. I heard he’s been bullied his whole life. Not sure why. Maybe they’re a nice family, if we can get to know them?” Faith mentioned. 

            “You sure know the town gossip, don’t you, my lovely friend?” Palmer said, pinching her cheeks as Faith slapped her hand away, making them both laugh. 

            They arrived at school and got off the bus. Not even making it to the entrance when Gunner, the high school track star, approached them. He was the typical jock, blonde hair with a surfer cut, sharp jawline and blue eyes that had Faith drooling for him. He was also taller than most boys in school.

            “How are two of the most beautiful ladies in school?” he greeted them while putting his arm around Faith’s shoulder. She looked at Palmer, biting her bottom lip nervously.  

            Palmer smiled at how cute they looked together. If only he had the courage to ask her out. She knew Gunner liked Faith, but was too shy to invite her out on a date.

            “We are fine, Gunner. Thank you,” Palmer replied as he looked down at Faith with his dimpled smile. 

            “Did you hear about the new guy?” He asked. Faith looked at Palmer with a smirk on her glossy lips. It seemed like everyone knew about this kid except her. Shrugging her shoulder, she wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation. 

Palmer was wondering who could that kid be? She knew how small towns worked. Everyone loved the gossip when new things happened. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, and she couldn’t wait to see what the fuss was all about.

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