The Infamous Clique
Newcomers
Driving through the streets of the south side of Oklahoma was breath taking. The houses looked beautiful and the people looked friendly. The car stopped in front of a house big enough to be called a mansion. There was a sign on the front lawn it, said 'Moroz Estate'
My name is Blair Rimmer. I just moved to Oklahoma from New Jersey. I missed my hometown, and my friends.
"Mom, did we have to move?" I whined. "I left my whole life back in New Jersey."
"You can make a new life here. Your father found a great job over here, and the Moroz family has a daughter around your age. I think her name was Cyndell. You guys can become great friends, like how you and Tracey were back at home." My mother said.
"It's Stacey, mom, not Tracey." I stared out my window again.
I live with my mother, Victoria, my father, David, and my younger brother Max. My dad found a job as a co-manger as a big business. The boss of his corporation was his best friend, Bryan Moroz. Bryan was letting our family stay at his cottage until we found a place of our own. I always asked my father why we couldn't buy our own house and then we could move then, but he would tell me 'Time is Money' whatever that meant. Sooner or later we would have a house of our own. As we drove the rented-beaten down red corvette around the circular driveway I took a good look at the whole estate. It felt like a mile just to get to the front door. As we got out of the car, Max raced me to the big oak wooden door, while my parents got our luggage out of the trunk. I beat him to it, and knocked on the door. There to greet us was a well dressed lady. She was skinny and had on a red V- neck sweater and black leather pants. Her hair was short, wiry, and brunette. She looked nice.
"Hello there darlings; you finally arrived!" Her voice was high pitched. She gave me and my brother a kiss on the cheek. "Bryan dear, the Rimmer's are here." She called from inside her house. She then ran to greet my parents.
Then a tall black haired man dressed in a black tux came out the door. He also looked nice but what I noticed most was his black mustache. "Good day. My name is Bryan. I am assuming you two are Blair and Max Rimmer." He reached to shake our hands. He took a firm grip on my hand and shook it.
"Bryan!" I heard my dad yell from the car.
"David! Good to see you!" Bryan yelled and ran to greet to my father.
I stared blankly at the inside of the house from the door way. My eyes widened at the sight of the accessories inside of the house, until I saw someone blocking my view. I looked up and saw a girl glaring at me.
"H-hi" I said standing in a straight posture. "My name is Blair, you must be Cyndell." I tried to speak clearly but it felt like there was a knot in my throat.
"Yeah that's my name. Are you the new kid who's going to be moving into the cottage house?" She had some attitude in her tone of voice. She said giving me a look over. Once she saw my Keds sneakers she wrinkled her nose and then faced me.
"Yeah" I felt someone tug my shirt. "Oh, and this is my younger brother, Max." I said. Max gave Cyndell a devious smile. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"Eww, Get away from me!" Cyndell shrieked. Max hid behind me and started giggling.
"Excuse him. He's just 12 years old. He's still immature." I said grinning. Max was about to make a come back but Cyndell rolled her eyes and walked back into the house. Somehow I think me and Cyndell got off on the wrong foot.
After a few hours of unpacking and re-decorating, I asked my parents if I can take a walk around town. I started off near a few stores, they had great clothes but I didn't bring any money with me so I was just window shopping. I think I went farther then I expected because I reached some railroad tracks. I jumped over the tracks and continued walking. The stores and houses around this part of town weren't as nice as it was in the part where I was going to stay at. There was a sign where it said 'North Side'' I continued walking until I found myself at a gas station.
"You need help?" a boy about my age asked me. He was really handsome. He looked like a movie star in some sort of way. I felt my face turn red.
"No" I said quickly. I looked at the time; it was getting late. I turned around to walk back, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Are you lost?" the same boy who asked if I needed help asked me again.
"I just need to get back to my home in the south side of town." I said ignorantly. He gave me a surprised look and then stared at the ground and then to my face.
"You're a Soc. No wonder." He said and then walked back to the gas station. I was confused but didn't bother to saw sorry for how I sounded, I just wanted to go back home.