This couldn't get any more interesting. My days at school are over as well as my job, my vacations, my friends and family. Now all I am is a survivor, not a student, not an employee, a survivor….for now. Let me just take you back to when all this shit started, when I was on my way to school and met three people, who I didn't know would change my life forever in the coming months.
As the light turned red, a teal 2008 Mini Cooper Hybrid came to an abrupt halt. Small elegant fingers found themselves nervously tapping away at the steering wheel. A young blonde, around the age of 18, was running late to school as usual. 'God Sam, why do you have to be so stupid, sometimes I wonder why mom ever married you.' Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud engine noise that was suddenly by her side of the car. She looked over to see two women in a dark 2007 C6Z06 C6 Red Corvette. The one in the passenger's seat had long dark red hair and a worn out brown baseball cap shielding her eyes from the sun. The driver seemed to have mid-length dark blonde hair. 'God, if looks could kill, I'd already be dead.' The blonde teen thought, while a faint blush quickly painted her face. 'This is not the time to think about how hot they are right now; you're still late for school.' The young blonde sighed and turned her head back to the road, to hear someone shout, "Hey!" The teen turned her head back to the women. The redhead seemed to be making the motion with her hand to roll down her window. The blonde rolled her window down to feel the cool breeze hit her face.
"Umm…..hi?" says the teen.
"Hey, I'm Claire and this here's Alice," Claire says, while pointing to the driver. "We were wondering if you wanted to, well, race?" Claire finishes, while sending a smirk over to the young teen.
"Well, I'm actually kind of late for school," the young blonde replied.
"Come on, think about it, you'll make it to school faster at least," Claire laughed.
"Ok…sure," the teen replied uncertainly. 'Why not? I'm already late, why not have some fun while I'm at it, at least it'll be more worth it going to detention later.' The blonde teen was once again interrupted, but this time by someone else.
"Hey," the young teen barely heard the rough, soft voice from the corvette. She lifted her head from where she was watching her hand fidget with her bracelet. She notices that it was the women with the dark blonde hair. Alice. "What's your name, kid?" Alice asks.
"My name's Dahlia," Dahlia shyly replies.
"That's a beautiful name," Alice says. "Ready to race?"
"Yeah," Dahlia answers. She turns back to the light. Both of her hands were back on the steering wheel, tapping away, waiting for the light to turn green. When Dahlia counted to 2 in her mind, the light turned green and the next thing she heard was tires spinning out and smelt burnt rubber. 'Well, looks like I know who won.' Dahlia thought. She shook her head and continued on her way to school, not even bothering to try to catch up with the two beautiful women.
As Dahlia entered her first class, everyone stared at her, but quickly looked back to the front. 'They look anxious, wonder why?' When Dahlia headed towards the teacher's desk, she realizes something is different. 'Where's the smell of 'Old Spice' from Mr. Owens?' She thought. As she looked up, she didn't seen an old man who was balding and wearing a brown striped sweater with khaki pants, but instead she saw a young woman in her twenties. She had dark brown hair that barely reached her shoulders and her eyes were so green, like you were going to get lost in a vast jungle. She was wearing a plain blue v neck shirt, with a black midriff coat over it and black jeans that clung to her every curve. 'Well, my clothes can't beat that,' Dahlia thought, as she looked down herself at her 'Paramore' t-shirt and ripped faded blue jeans that covered up her black convers.
"Uh, hi I'm Dahlia," Dahlia says, while stilling thinking what's going on.
"Ah, yes Dahlia, seems like you're late, but since it's my first day, I'll let you off easy by letting you only have a 10 minute detention in my class today, after school," the dark haired beauty said. "I'm Ms. Valentine and I'm going to be your new teacher for the rest of the year, so please take your seat Dahlia.
"Yes, ma'am," replies Dahlia. As the day went by the final bell rang and all the students quickly left. Dahlia slowly walked to Ms. Valentine's class to find that the room was empty. 'Might as well go sit down.' As Dahlia sat down in her seat, Ms. Valentine walked in.
"Dahlia, I see you made it," Ms. Valentine said with a smile.
"Yeah, I decided that I had a good enough day, that this detention won't make it all bad," Dahlia replied, while thinking about the race and Ms. Valentine.
"Is that so?" Ms. Valentine questioned. "If you don't mind me asking, why were you late this morning?"
"Well, my stepdad wouldn't let go of the fact that I came ou-I mean, tried out for the soccer team," Dahlia quickly corrected. Ms. Valentine looked at her as one eyebrow raised, but didn't question. As Ms. Valentine sat at her desk, Dahlia finally let out her breath. 'That was a close one,' Dahlia thought. Dahlia then decided to lay her head down on her desk and wait for the for time to be up.
"Dahlia. Dahlia, wake up," Is the next thing she hears. Slowly opening her eyes and yawning, Dahlia realizes that she was still in detention. "Oh shit! I mean crap!" Dahlia shouts. She looks over to see that Ms. Valentine has a smirk on her lips and lowers her head in embarrassment.
"Looks like you fell asleep," Ms. Valentine said.
"Yeah, sorry about that,' Dahlia sheepishly replied.
"It's okay, as long as you don't do it again," Ms. Valentine said, quickly looking up at the clock on the wall. " Your times up by the way."
"Oh, okay thanks," Dahlia said as she reached for her backpack.
"Dahlia?" Ms. Valentine asked, as Dahlia reached the door. "Don't be late again, you hear me?"
"Yes, ma'am," Dahlia replied, turning back to the door to leave.
"Oh, and Dahlia, one more thing, don't call me ma'am, it make me feel old, call me Ms. Valentine," the dark haired beauty said.
"Okay," Dahlia replied, anxiously trying to escape the room.
"See you tomorrow Dahlia, looking forward to you not being late," Ms. Valentine said with a wink as she was walking over to her desk.
"Y-Yes ma'-I mean Ms. Valentine," Dahlia quickly said as she left the room with a blushed face. 'After all the events that happened today, I feel like something bigger is going to happen this year, and hopefully it's something good.'