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"Hello folks," stated the electronic flight attendant, "We will be landing shortly so please lock your table in its upright and standing position and buckle your seat belt. It is a gorgeous San Francisco day, around 60 degrees with a low fog covering. From all of us at Jet Blue, we hope you enjoyed your flight and will be returning shortly. Flight attendants prepare for landing." I was groggy from the long flight from Arizona to California. My mother had sent me to boarding school in Northern California. I thought it would be like total beach weather … you know LA and everything. Well, San Francisco was cold, foggy. So much for flip-flops.
"Mom?" I said after the answering machine, "Its Max. Uh I landed so I'm getting off the plane now. Bye"
I lugged my suitcase over to the bus that said Boarding School for the Gifted and Talented. There were a couple other kids returning from the summer in the bus. Most of them have an instrument case for the Music Department or equipment for the Athletics department. I slipped into an empty row, propped my knees against the seat in front of me, and rested my head against the window.
The bus started filling up and getting ready to leave. A short skinny girl plopped into the seat next to me. Jeez there were other seats left; did she have to sit next to me? I glared at her until she turned around.
She stared at me, blinked once, jerked her head a little to the right and said, "Hi. You must be new here." She held out her hand, "I'm Diana Nguyen"
Cautiously, I took it. "Max. Max Ride," I replied. Diana was around 5'1". I easily had 9 inches on her but she had strong muscle through her whole body. Her black hair was cropped a bit passed her shoulders. Diana had a bit of eyeliner on that boldly made her eyes stand out but completely natural. She was absolutely gorgeous.
"So," Diana said while examining my shredded jeans and Rosie the Riveter shirt, "Why you here?"
"Drama," I said. I wasn't the greatest at the emotional scenes but I had a special talent for improve to make up the oddest subjects in a split second. "What about you?" I asked.
"Dance program," Diana replied as she pulled out a Pointe shoe. All of the sudden she started banging the tip of the armrest. It scared the hell out of me. "I am breaking the shoe in so I can dance." Oh my god that shoes was solid.
"Hey!" Diana exclaimed "I'm supposed to get a new roommate, are you in 343?"
"I don't know. I have to get my schedule at the office." I said. Right now she was burning her ribbons and the tips of her shoe. Was this allowed in the bus? I never knew dancing was so dangerous.
Looking around the bus I saw other classmates vocalizing, comparing music sheets, sketching each others' profile, or showing off their new cameras. For the rest of the bus ride I kept an ongoing conversation with Diana until we arrived to the school.
Picking up my backpack, I scrambled off the bus and into the parking lot where my duffel bag was waiting. I saw my bag when someone slammed into me. Turning around I prepared to yell some unknown crap at this person's face.
Oh wow. This guy was exquisite. His dark eyes glared right back into mine. He had that really sexy black hair which shaded the top half of his eyes casting a dark shadow that streamed down one side of his face.
I continued with my unknown crap despite the circumstances, "What the hell! Watch where you're going and you might actually have feet."
Dark and mysterious one, as I know referred to him as, snarled back at me in an oh so deep voice, "Watch what you say and you might actually graduate." This school was really strict about what you, do, detentions, and suspensions. He bent down and his hair lightly brushed my arm. He picked up a small black bound notebook that had dropped when he ran into me. When he got up, he stared down four inches to meet my eyes. I narrowed mine trying my best not to stare up in awe.
"Max!" Diana yelled. She had my duffel bag.
"Hello Diana," Dark and mysterious one said.
"Fang," she evenly acknowledged back. So Dark and mysterious one had a name.
I slightly bared my teeth and growled to myself. You know growl, teeth, fang, teeth? Hahah—never mind.
"C'mon Max, we have to get your room assignment," Diana stated. I followed her feeling Fang's (hehehe) eyes boring through my back.
"Who's that?" I asked casually.
Diana sighed. "Fang Corleone. He is in the Art department with a focus in nature sketches. His work is amazing but he is kind of an asshole," Diana stated.
I laughed.
It ended up I was in Diana's room with two other girls, Patricia Bagherian and Lissa Stewart, with long red hair. Patricia had dark wood colored skin, long silky black hair that was always tied up somehow and was training to be an opera singer. Lissa, with the long red hair, was a really short gymnast and had bright red hair (did I say that already?)
The room was insanely huge with enough room to fit 4 beds, a night stand, dresser, and desk for each girl. The bathroom had 4 sinks with vanity lights framing each one. How much room do you need to brush your teeth?
Sometime that night, while everyone was asleep, I snuck out through the window. I ran. I could feel the adrenaline surging through my whole body and the blood flowing my ears and toes. I had no idea where I was going but eventually I collapsed onto a beach. I took off my sneakers and socks and just laid there listening to the water lapping onto the sand and rocks. Sleep slowly drifted over me.