Moonlight here, and welcome to my new story. Full summery in profile. Um, I won't keep you, so I'll talk to you later. –Moons-
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Sydney Bolton stepped into detention, a usual routine for her. She often was caught listening to her iPod or texting on her cell-phone player in class. Other time it was being late, or talking back. Whatever the case, after last bell, you could find Sydney in detention. Today, she was alone, not really a surprise. It was a rare occasion she would have a fellow student with her. Her best friend, she knew, was waiting outside for her.
Sydney thought of the package that arrived for her this morning. It had been wrapped in bland brown paper and had a small card inside. Sydney recognized the writing immediately, and had tossed the parcel into the fire. She had been grounded for three days, and was forbidden from electronics. They had sat her down and gave her a long lecture ten minutes before the bus arrived.
At exactly 3:40 Sydney bolted from the room, only to find Camryn Kelly gone, leaving her to walk alone. She started the trek through the icy sheets of rain that fell from the sky in buckets. A bitter wind blew into her attractive silhouette and she shivered. Her house was approaching, it being a five-minute drive away from East High.
As soon as she had stepped in the door and shook her wet body her older brother appeared. "Late?" He asked, knowing electronics couldn't have been the reason of her detention. The redhead nodded to the boy, and took the offered towel appreciatively. Drying her now straight hair, the young troublemaker bounded up the spiral staircase towards her room.
She walked in and knelt by her bed, opening the second parcel of hers. Recognizing a second set of writing, the parcel was tossed into a bush, and left to be found by her neighbors. Sydney sat on her bed and crossed her legs, deciding to call Camryn. She flicked open her restricted cell-phone and quickly selected Camryn's number. Her ear welcomed the familiar ringing, and soon a voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Camryn! Why did you leave?"
"Oh." She said. "You. Todd came." Her dry voice said.
"So you drop everything for the West High trash who is using you?" Sydney asked rudely.
"Don't even try to tell me Todd is using me! At least I have a boyfriend, unlike some people!"
"Don't even try, honey. If you drop our friendship for Todd, I drop you." Sydney pulled the technology away from her ear and flicked it shut with a click.
Maybe Sydney was a little harsh, but that's Sydney for you. Sarcastic and judgmental, she was the opposite of positive Troy. She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, and stepping in when she shed her clothes, Sydney Bolton let the hot water whisk all her worries and anger down the drain.
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Once she was dressed in Troy's worn pajama bottoms and a tank top, she scurried downstairs to dinner. Her Mother and Father, Melody and Jack Bolton, were already seated with Troy. "What took so long, Syd?" Jack asked, concern touching his voice.
"Nothing, Dad." They ate in silence, small words passed between them.
"Sydney…" Jack started up slowly.
"Sydney Elizabeth Bolton, if you dare get one more detention, your off to boarding school!" Her mother shouted at her angrily. "Why can't you be like Troy –perfect?" The outburst startled Sydney, and she dropped the silver potato spoon still full of the mash into her mother's lap. The middle-aged women screamed and stalked over to the teen, shouting profanity at her daughter. Jack grabbed her wrist and yanked her down, whispering something to her and her looking angry.
"Sydney, your grades are average, your always in detention, your mother and I won't have it. We found a great boarding school in Canada for you to go to if you screw up one more time. If you get suspended, you shall go to West High." Jack explained calmly.
"Dad!" Sydney complained loudly.
"End of discussion, Sydney." He declared firmly.
"This is good roast, Mom." Troy complimented.
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The next day Sydney hastened to class. She didn't want to go to boarding school and undeniably didn't want to be a West High Knight. Camryn had tried to talk to her all day, but Sydney would make an excuse and rush to class or out to lunch. She found herself on the school bus home that day, a first. The bus driver, clad in a baby blue shirt and dark pants welcomed her and asked if she was a new student. Sydney had replied, 'No, I'm Troy's sister, Sydney."
She found a seat at the back that was unoccupied and felt the bus start to roll towards home. It took five or ten minutes, and at her stop Sydney got off and opened the door. "Sydney." Her mother stood waiting. "Go pack." Her voice was stern and decided, so Sydney took the carpeted steps two at a time and found a suitcase. "Everything!" Her mother shouted after her.
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Why does Sydney's mom want her to pack, why doesn't Sydney want to go to West High, and what on Earth did Jack whisper in Mrs. Bolton's ear. Find out in the next chapter (or so) of Feud.
-Moons-