Hello, guys! I'm here with a brand new story. Well, enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything cause if I have had the show wouldn't have been canceled.
"You're good for nothing!"
She sighed as she heard the daily fight of her parents. She was tired of it, she wanted silence, peace and calm. And what did she get instead? A family with usual fights, broken glasses and a lot of arguments over trivial things.
Like now, for istance. She had just gotten home from high school and she had found her parents arguing. Again.
"You're a stupid bitch!" Her father growled back at her mother.
She hated it when that happened. The door from her room was closed and her parents were arguing into the living room, downstairs. But she was still able to hear every single word.
"Shut up!" Her mother bit back. "It is your fault we ended up like this! You and your stupid affairs! I hope Rachel will never find out!"
Well, it was too late for that now. Rachel had been knowing about her father's extra-conjugal relationships for over three years when she had seen him with a woman into his car.
Rachel Roth, or the bookworm of the city, had a very tough life. For most of the people, she was an abnormal teenager: she loved to read, she was introvert, she was smart and she never had a boyfriend. That's right, she loved books more than boys.. But almost no one knew what was going on in her life. Well, there were a few very closed people who knew, but she didn't want anybody else to know.
Rachel is a pretty girl. Her hair was short, cut in a bob, black, sometimes seeming almost purple and her deep blue eyes seemed to have a violet hue. She had pale skin, she didn't go out too often, and she liked loneliness.
Today, she was wearing a black shirt, purple jeans and black boots.
Rachel blew out a sigh and pulled her earphones on. The first song started playing, relaxing her. Her hands fumbled a little and she dragged a few notebooks and books in front of her. She was relieved that she wasn't able to hear her parents anymore. She had a short temper and she could so easily get enraged. Just like her father, which she disliked.
Just as she was about to start doing her hokeworks, her phone rang, interrupting the song. A sigh escaped her as she answered.
"Yes?"
"Greetings, friend Rachel!" Squealed a happy voice from the other line.
"Hello, Kori." Rachel said to her best friend. "What's up?"
There was a brief silence at the other line and for a second Rachel thought that Kori had hung up. "Nothing is 'up'." The other girl said with innocence.
Rachel chuckled. "I meant what are you doing?"
"Oh. Well, I am getting ready for a walk in the park. The one we planned for today. Do you remember it, right?"
Shit! Rachel facepalmed. She had completly forgotten about their plan. She didn't want to disappoint her best friend. "Yes, I do remember. I'll be there in..." Her eyes flew briefly to the electronic clock from her nightstand. "... in half an hour."
"Glorious!" Kori beamed and Rachel could easily imagine the happy look on her face. "I will see you then!"
"Okay, bye." Rachel said and hung up. She blew out another sigh and got up from her bed. She took a mirror and examined herself in it. Who am I kidding? I don't need a mirror, I am not beautiful, she thought and put the mirror back on her desk. Sighing again, she went to her wardrope and opened it. She pulled out a black jacket and put it on. She then took her phone, earphones and a black purse and left. She more ran that walked downstairs, silenty praying that her parents wouldn't notice her.
"Where are you going?"
Rachel sighed and looked at her father. He was a tall and muscular man, imposing. His hair was black and his brown eyes had almost a yellow hue. He was furious.
"To a walk." Rachel answered in a monotone voice.
"No, you aren't."
"Trigon, you are not her boss!" Her mother fought back. "If she want, she is free to go!"
"Arella!"
Arella was a tall and pretty woman. Her appearance was similar to Rachel. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes had a spark within them that showed her determination.
Rachel sighed. "Kori asked me to go. I don't want to disappoint her."
Arella nodded. "I see. Then go. Don't let your friend wait too long."
A small smile took hold of Rachel's mouth. "Thank you." She said and ran outside. She was grateful to her mother that she had allowed her to leave. But she also hated her father for trying to make her a prisoner in her own house. She hated it when he did that, he always wanted to keep her locked away from the world and even though she didn't exactly like to go out, she didn't want to be kept inside the house her whole life.
Her mother seemed to understand her better.
After a few minutes of walking, Rachel reached the park. She looked after Kori, trying to spot her.
"Friend Rachel!" She heard a happy and well known squeal. A tanned girl with long red hair and green eyes came towards her and caught her into a bone-crushing hug.
"K-Kori... I cannot... b-breath.."
"Oh. I am sorry, friend." Kori said and pulled back. She was dressed into a pink tank top, a mid-thigh pink skirt and violet boots. "I am very happy to see you, Rachel!"
Rachel rolled her eyes. They had met at school today. "We are in the same class, Kori."
"Well, I..."
"Hey, girls."
The two friends looked towards the person who had just greeted them. It was a black-haired boy. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a black jacket over it, black jeans and black boots. He had a pair of sunglasses on and his lips formed a small smile.
"Why hello there, Dick!" Kori beamed happily and a bright smile appeared across her lips. The boy was Richard 'Dick' Grayson, one of her best friends, her crush and the most popular guy from their high school.
"Hi." Rachel greeted him. "I didn't know you were coming."
"Didn't Kori tell you?" Dick asked and raised an eyebrow under his sunglasses.
Rachel shook her head as a 'no' and crossed her arms over her chest.
A blush spread across Kori's cheeks. "I apologize, friend Rachel, but I feared that you wouldn't want to come if I told you."
Believe me, Kori, only to get out of my house I would have come even at mall! Rachel thought. "Well, tge more, the merrier, right?" She asked shyly.
Kori and Dick both nodded their agreements.
"Then I hope you aren't going to be mad at me for bringing a few more friends." Dick said to Rachel who sighed.
"It's okay, I guess." She mumbled.
Dick smiled. "You are going to like them." He said and started walking away. "Come with me."
The girls walked after them into the park. The three friends walked a little until reaching a bench where two teens were playing on their phones.
"Ahem!" Dick cleared his throat, gaining the boys' attention. One of the boys was a blue-eyed and blonde-haired teenager. He was wearing a green t-shirt with a black 'T' on it, black pants and black boots. His hair was spiky but it didn't seem to bother him. The other one was a dark-skinned teen, seemingly athletic. His eyes were brown, almost black and he was bald. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt, a grey sport jacket and black jeans. "Boys, this is Rachel." Dick said, poiting towards Rachel.
The two boys waved at her.
"Sup. I'm Garfield. Garfield Logan." The blue-eyed boy said and held out his hand while getting up. Rachel shook his hand with a small smile. He smiled brightly at her and she couldn't help but smile back. "But everybody calls me 'Gar'. And my buddy here's my best friend, Victor Stone, but we call him 'Vic."
Victor stood up and shook Rachel's hand. "Nice to meet you, lil' lady!" He said with a big smile.
"Hello!" Rachel said shyly. "I'm... pleased to have met you." She said. She didn't know why, but she felt a pleasant tingle in her chest cavity, and strangely it didn't bother her. Who knew? She might as well enjoy their presence; they seemed to be good people.
This wasn't the way she had meant to spend her Friday but she was grateful for it. Maybe her life was getting better after all.
Here we go. I hope you like it.
A big shout out to Ssj Maggie who helped me with this. Thank you!
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