I have to pee. And sitting in the back of a bumpy Durango wasn't helping my current situation. In fact, all of those little bumps were almost making my bladder explode. But, I refuse to tell my parents.
The sun was a bright orange orb glowing in the sky. At 9:15, the sky was alight with pink and purple clouds. Throughout the day, I had just sat in the back, watching the sky, listening to music. Angry, hardcore, metal, thrash music. I am not an angry child I just… Okay, yeah, I'm pretty much pissed. You see, for a while now, I have been in a living situation that wasn't the greatest for any child. My parents constantly fought, arguing even over the tiniest of decisions. Whether it was the dining room paint color, or monthly bills, they always have to pick at each other, exposing weaknesses and bringing up the past, which probably would end up to a fight that had nothing to do with what the were actually fighting about. So, finally, my parents realized that this was messing me up, (not really, I just didn't want to be around them anymore.), and they are sending me to live with my Uncle, Harvey Dent.
Don't get confused, though. My name is Jocelyn Bernice Colas, ( I prefer JB), and I'm related through my mother, who is now Nicole Colas, who used to be Nicole Dent. Anyways, back to what's happening…
As the car rumbled to a slower pace, I looked up, seeing Heaven on Earth, a rest area. As soon as the car slows down enough, I yank off my seat belt, and jump out of the car. My parents roll down their windows, and tell me off for doing some so 'incredibly stupid, your father would have done that if he wasn't driving!', or 'shut up women!'
Ignoring them, I dash to the facilities, and slip into the first stall I come too, squat, and pee.
"Ahhh." I say as I feel relieved. Okay, now I guess this is too much, so I'll skip all the other steps. As I unlock the stall and make my way to the mirror, I look up at my face. My medium length brown curls surround my face, with a purple pre-wrap, (A/N : I really do have purple pre-wrap by the way. And I really do have curly hair. Haha XD), headband that isn't holding back my side swept bangs, my aviators are atop my head, and my plaid bag is on my arm. I adjust my black soccer shorts, and pull my purple camisole a little lower, but then quickly pulling it back up so that my cleavage doesn't show… that much. (A/N purple was/is my fav color, not because of the Joker, but he does enhance my like, though. :) My black and purple slip on Vans complete my look, and I scrub my hands with some soap. As I'm finishing up, I hear more people walking into the restroom. Two older women.
"It's a disaster, that Gotham City. Criminals running amuck like animals escaping from the zoo! Why, I wouldn't live there, even if it was the last place on God's Earth!" One of the ladies exclaim, rolling her eyes, and placing a hand on her heart.
"I must agree with you, Agatha. That town is no place for anyone. And that other fellow, the Clown or Jack? He's a real madman." The second one adds.
"Joker, Meredith, it's the Joker. Not the Clown, though he certainly does look like one." Agatha corrects. My jaw dropped, I run from the bathroom, and back to the car, where my parents are fighting again. I quickly put my earphones in, and blast August Burns Red to drown out the argument. As the car starts again, I get to thinking, which I do often.
Well isn't this just going to be great, I get to go to a city where death is around ever corner. Hurrah! Whatever. This guy isn't going to bother me. Besides, what the heck would he want with me? I'm 15. I can't have any possible meaning, pssh or even threat to this wacko.
Soon, the 9 hour drive is down to 15 minuets, and I can see the city coming into sight. As we cross the bridge, I am amazed. The sun is setting, casting an almost gold glow across the city's sky scrapers and really tall office buildings. The air around the car swirls with noises from honking horns to quacking ducks in the water below the bridge.
As Dad tries to maneuver around the cities 3 lane traffic and such, I simply gawk out my window. It looks like all of those NYC scenes you see in all of the Hollywood movies. People bustling about, walking here and there, cell phone in one hand, Blackberry in the other. Banks, offices, stores, parallel parked cars, (mostly the expensive kinds), and more greeted my eyes.
Dad pulls into a parking lot in front of a large, very expensive looking, apartment building. As we get out of the car, I look up, as in UP. I have to tilt my head all the way back in order to assure my self that there is an end to the building. Quickly, I'm ushered in by my stressed parents, and we come to the front desk. Dad clears his throat.
"Excuse me, we're here to drop our daughter off? Uh, for Harvey Dent?" My Dad says, almost nervously, as though cities intimidate him. Which, I bet they do. Before the the secretary can get in a word, a blond haired man walks through the elevator doors.
"Nicole! JB! How are you guys?" He questions with a huge smile on his face, showing off all of his sparkling white teeth.
"Oh, Harvey! Just great!" My Mom gushes, as he embraces her. As he releases her, everyone, as in Dad, Mom, and Harvey, turn to me.
" 'Sup." I say with a nod of my head.
"Uh, nothing much. You?" Harvey says, kind of with a uh-I-didn't-know-your-daughter-was-a-gangster tone. Which is not true. I am the farthest thing from gangster. Not even the slightest. It's just that you can clearly point out, without saying so, with less words, that you don't want to be where you are.
"Oh, JB is just having fun. She doesn't realize how much this means to us." My mother excuses. I shrug my shoulders with half a smile to Harvey.
"Well, I'll get the bags, and then, we can be off." Dad awkwardly says, as he swiftly walks to the car. While Dad gets the bags, Mom and Harvey begin to talk in hushed tones, which leaves me to take a look at my surroundings. The floor is marble tiles, and the Front Desk is reflecting gold. The furniture consists of several groups of chairs, each in a foursome, with white material and gold designs that look etched into the fabric.
As Dad staggers back into the lobby with my two duffels, I walk up to help him. I take one, and smile.
"Thanks, Dad." I say quietly, with a small smile. He returns the favor, of smiling back at me.
"No problem, kiddo." We return to mom and Harvey, who quickly wrap up their conversation.
"Well, JB, remember, mind your manners, and make sure you don't cause Uncle Harvey any trouble. You hear?" My mom reminds me, only for the 500th time this day. I nod my head, and give each of my parents a hug. I wave until they leave the lobby, leaving me, Harvey, the receptionist, and a couple walking out of the second elevator. Harvey helps me with my luggage, and we head to the other elevator.
Harvey presses the button for the 17th floor. The building has 22 floors in all.
"Sooo, whats your life like, HD?" I casually start, leaning against the elevator wall, which is also shiny gold. For a second, he looks confused. "You know, what do you do and stuff..?" I prompt again.
"No, I got that part, JB, whats with the whole, HD? You could just call me Uncle Harvey, Uncle H, Harv.." He trails off.
"Mm, neh. HD fits. Besides, if I called you 'Uncle Harvey," I used my fingers for quotations, " You sound like you're a billion years old. HD makes you sound cooler." I explain to him. He nods his head with a smile, as though it explains everything. Though I know it doesn't.
A couple of seconds tick by, without either of us saying anything, then HD breaks the silence, with a question.
"Uhm, so, uh, tonight there is this big party, with lots of people," He starts kind of nervous, " And , if you wanted to go, then you can. There are going to be other teens there, too, so you wouldn't be alone. I thought this would be a good chance for you to meet some people, get to know them, a little bit. it's a big party… yeah. For the Gotham City Police Department. Or, GCPD. Yeah, so, Rachel could take you dress shopping, even, if you wanted. Sound fun?"
Party. Me? Rich people, boys. Possible friends. Hmmm, I wonder if this is a BIG party? Thoughts and sarcasm ran through my head, as I tried to comprehend each one.
"Who's Rachel?" I say slowly, as though my answer depends on who the lady is.
"Oh, haha, uh, Rachel's kind of my girlfriend." He slightly blushed. "Actually, she's waiting back at my penthouse, which is… here." He times the 'here' with the ding of the elevators floor indication. As we walk a couple of feet down the hallway, I see someone exit their apartment. He looks at me, then at Harvey.
" A guest, Mr. Dent?" He inquires casually, nodding at me.
" Yeah, she's my niece, her name is JB. And she will be staying here, for a while." HD says to his neighbor. The neighbor nods, and started towards the elevator. HD led me to his apartment, I mean, penthouse, which is probably what everyone has in this building, and opens the door.
The first thing I noticed was how nice, not to mention big, the whole penthouse looked. Its very open, and has a nice feel to it. The second thing was a women sitting in an arm chair. I assumed her to be Rachel. She smiles a nice smile at me, and I immediately like her. She seems nice. HD shuts the door behind us, and Rachel walks toward us and my stuff.
"Hi, I'm Rachel Dawes. You must Be Jocelyn. Harvey has told me so much about you." She says kindly.
"Well, HD has told me almost nothing about you. So, uh, hi to you." I reply. Rachel laughs. I chuckle along.
"So, did you hear about the party for tonight? You probably want to get something to wear, so I though we could shop, and maybe get more friendly?" Rachel offers me. I nod in response.
"Well, if you guys want to head out, then I can just put all of your stuff in your room, and you guys can go out." HD says as he lifts my bags away from the entrance way. As Rachel and I head out, I take in the whole place. Everything is great. I'm already liking it here. But, I knew, deep down, that something was going to happen. I couldn't put my finger on it, but maybe it was something to do with the fact that I was in a city with America's most wanted.
All right, how did you like the first chapter? If you did, send a review, if not, send one anyways. I know, no major Villains or anything to start, but hey, we'll get there. I'm already working on chapter two, so don't go anywhere! : And if there are any grammar mistakes, don't review on that. I know that I have some, like as in I switch 'tenses' from present to 2nd or something like that. ANYWAYS. Click the review button. :