"I don't see why you're still complaining. I mean, think about it. A new school, new friends, better academics, you'll fit in perfectly fine!" Cheered happy 32 year old Jennifer Ruiz as she walked down the sidewalk of Old Bullworth Vale with her 16 year old daughter Nadia. "Not to mention, they wanted you their for your smarts and amazing skills in the athletic department."
"In case you haven't realized, because of those so called 'amazing' skills, I have been an outcast. Besides, I don't exactly think that this place is extremely welcoming." Nadia commented as they continued on, her hazel brown eyes examining over the worn down buildings and graffitied walls. The short girl was never the one to talk to people, mainly because what came out of her mouth was either a sarcastic or nasty remark, usually resulting in a fight or just a big commotion that has escalated out of control.
"Well, maybe its my fault that you have such a big mouth. I encourage you to tell the truth, so I expect that you always do." The mother retorted, giving a friendly wave to the corner store clerk who returned the gesture.
"And that got me in detention and one night in a holding cell." The short brunette pointed out as she kicked a rock gently. "Ooh yeah, the truth will always set you free."
"Hush up. I'm teaching you to be honest, not a liar. Now, how about we buy you some clothes?" Jennifer suggested before fixing the outfit she was wearing. Her clothing choice was quite noticable to a few people since it was kind of flashy. Though this wasn't intended since the mother brought the clothing at a sale from a rich family that lived in the neighbor they were in before. The older latina woman spotted the Aquaberry store, smiling softly as she nudged the wandering girl. "How about you go in there while I go get some things from Yum Yum Market?"
"I don't see why. You're not staying here with me." Nadia said, sighing softly. Her mother was dropping her off at the school while she went and took care of her sick grandmother. Then she was to start a new job far from the school, which would give her a lot of money but it would be far from her.
"You'll do fine on your own. Now go and get something nice." Jennifer said, handing her daughter some money before going into the store. Nadia was going to protest, about to tell her mother that she had been saving up her cash from her part time job and babysitting but kept to herself, shrugging it off and walking into the clothing store.
Once entering the building, she walked around, looking at the clothing. While doing so, the bell on the door rung, indicating that someone, or a few people, have walked in. She could tell that it was more than one person because of the multiple voices she was hearing.
"So, I told him that money was never the problem but it was how to spend it." Said a posh british voice, making the shorter girl roll her eyes at the boy's words while his friends laughed.
"Some people." She mumbled. Continuing to look over the room, the girl noticed the Burberry Vest and made her way to it. She checked the price tag, whistling quietly before taking a step back and taking a good look at it. "Why does this cost so much, did Jesus himself make it?" Second guessing the idea of purchasing the high cost clothing, Nadia picked it up. "Spending a few dollars wouldn't hurt."
"I assume you're attending Bullworth, yeah?" The british voice asked, making the young girl jump from being surprised. She turned around, placing a hand over her heart.
"You can't just sneak up on someone, y'know." The latina retorted, calling down while straightening out her skirt.
"Yes, well whenever I see a fellow spender, I have to greet them the best way possible. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Tad Spencer, and even though I love talking about myself, I would love to learn your name." Tad spoke, gesturing to the girl. About to comment on the first thing, she shook it off and decided to say her name.
"Well, I'm Nadia Ruiz." The saying of her name made the blue vested boys gasp, including the cashier who was eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Ruiz? Would by any chance is your father named Richard?" Questioned another boy, seeming interested.
"Yes. How do you know him?" Nadia asked, wanting to know why such an upper class would know her deadbeat of a father.
"The real question is who doesn't know him. He has quite a reputation here." A darker boy said, making the Latina raise her eyebrows.
"Yes, he's been here before but I don't-" She was cut off by a blond boy.
"We can speak about this later on when we have privacy. Listen, whenever you attend our death trap of a school, look for us. We'll love to have you sit at our table." With that, the group was off, leaving her in questioning. After paying for the clothes and exiting the store, she greeted her mother and started heading towards the car they parked by the theater.
"I didn't know my dad was well known with the rich people around here, he can barely make 5 dollars." Said Nadia as her and her mother sat at the booth of Burgers and snacked on the meal they have just brought.
"Well, he is a garbage man. Maybe some people associated with him."
"Yeah, I doubt it. This guy walked into the store I was in and his voice reminded me of the Monopoly guy. I don't think his parents talked to my dad."
"Well, whatever the reason is, just ignore it."
"I'll try to." But, oh was she in for the ride of her life.
