New York City…that was where I grew up, that place was my life. The clothes, parties and the guys what more could you ask for. Well, to bad I moved to Canada of all places. I mean sure it's a nice place but it's bland. At least in NYC there was always something to do; a party to go to, a date to go on or some concert in the park. But now I'm lying down on my bed looking at the ceiling wondering how much fun I could be having if I was back at home. I really didn't understand why in the world we had to move here. Why, not California, Florida or even Jersey? No we just had to move to my mother's home town. "Sweetheart, are you up yet?" my mom yelled from upstairs.
My room was in the basement I wanted as much privacy as I could get and I also didn't want to deal with my mom and her boyfriends. Ever since my dad died last year it's been one guy after the next. I don't mind but I tend to not want to be involved in her love life. Since, she brings them home I rather be in the basement; a whole floor away than just a room away. "Candace, if you're not up here in ten minutes I'm going to drag you up," she yelled through my door.
I sighed and threw off my covers allowing my legs to be exposed to the cold air. Goose bumps trailed all the way up to my tan thighs. I looked in the mirror being half Philippine and half Italian I have an amazing skin tone. I just wish I had the body to go with it. My body isn't what you call the ideal body. My mother says that I have no clue what I'm talking about and maybe I don't I just never really liked the way my body was curved.
BOOM… BOOM… BOOM …the sound came from my door. "Five more minutes and I'll be ready," I yelled.
I took one last look at my body before I went in search for my clothes. The room is filled with boxes. I keep thinking that if I don't unpack than this isn't really happening that it's all jus a horrible dream. It only took me about a minute to find a box labeled clothes since most of them where boxes filled with my clothing. My closet at our old place was like my own shopping mall. As, I opened the box I took a deep breath this would be the first box that I opened upon moving here.
I finally placed on a pair of ripped and faded destroyed jeans, along with a white tank. I placed on a tiny pale green jacket over the tank. My make up took about two seconds to apply, I usually where it very light and very little of it. Mascara, eye shadow, eye liner, lip-gloss and maybe some blush but that was about it. Placing my earrings in my ears was what probably took the longest. I had seven holes on each ear plus my naval piercing. The bottom holes I placed small hops while the top three were studs all sterling silver with a gem stone.
I finished up with time to leave and check out this new school I'm going to before I actually had to "go" to it. The door was open and shut before my mom had time to say goodbye. The school was down the block and it was a nice day so there was no need for her to come with me. She had wanted to drive me there. When, I reached the school to my surprise it was quite big for a small town. I walked up the steps to the school, a few people watched as I did so. It's like they never seen someone walk upstairs before. Right as I reached the doors I heard a familiar voice.
"Candace, is that you? You have grown up so much," a blonde haired woman said walking towards me.
"Well seeing as the last time you saw me I was ten," I stated sarcastically.
The woman laughed, "You are your mother's daughter." Her laugh was sweet and gentle like how my father's was. "Anyway," she continued, "I have someone that is going to be showing you around," she said looking around for the person that was going to be my guide.
Well, that's what I assumed anyway. So, I looked as well not knowing who I was looking for but in general. That's when I noticed that there where only a few people outside; a group of girls and a boy. The boy was flirting with one of the girls. From what it looked like to me he was just trying to entertain himself at the fact girls seemed to go all gaga over him.
"Kyle Manning. Come here now," she shrieked. He quickly glanced over at the sound of her voice. He winked at the girl who giggled in return before walking over. It seemed as if he wasn't walking but taking his time and mine strolling over.
"This is Candace Santos the girl I told you about," she confirmed. He looked me up and down like he was undressing me with his eyes before taking my arm in his.
"So I guess I'm your guide for today," he said as he started to walk dragging me along. "See you 6th period Mrs. Cameron."
I looked over my shoulder and saw my mom's so-called best friend with a huge grin on her face. This day could just be alright after all. "So…," Kyle smiled at me "Candace I -,"
"Candi," I stated cutting him off before he could finish whatever sentence or question was about to come out of his mouth. "It's Candi," I established just once more to make sure he got it.
"Candi...The name suits you," Kyle smirked taking another glance at me more like my chest.
I finally was able to take my arm back. "Doesn't it," I said with a smirk of my own. "So…," I trailed off. "What kind of people go to this school?"
Kyle looked at me puzzled. He was probably wondering if I was flirting with him before or just annoyed with the fact that he was hitting on me. But no later than a second he regained his composure. "Well," he started off, "We have the basics; jocks, preps, Goths, nerds, rebels and so on."
Nothing new there I thought. "What I meant was. Who are the "it" people to know? The "old" gangs' children," I explained making myself clearer while he was reading over my schedule.
"That may take awhile but luckily for you, both of us have a free first period," he exclaimed dragging me off outside to what I assume would be the courtyard. Both of us sat down at a picnic table. I sat on top of the table letting my short legs hang off while he sat on the bench.
"First we have the one and only Kyle Manning. Who I may say is quite the looker," he joked which made me laugh. He smiled at the fact then continued. "I am one of the two children of Craig Manning and Ellie Manning. My younger brother is John Manning who is, I think in your grade. Yeah, he's a junior sometimes I forget how old he is. Now, he is a bit of a joker. Lately, he's been obsessed on pulling a prank on Michael Cameron. Michael is the 'bad boy' he takes after his father. The only thing that he probably gets from Emma is her hair. He will be at school on occasion but other then that the only places you will see him is at parties or when he was with his girlfriend, Nicole Mason. Now, she is the product of Spinner and Darcy Mason. She is the bitch everyone loves. Her lackeys consist of Jane Michaelchuk, Sarah Cameron and Kaylee Yorke. Jane is very much a combination of her mothers, Alex and Paige. So you might want to watch out for her. Sarah's sweet, kind and fun nothing like her brother at all. You would most likely get along with her. Kaylee is the quiet one which I find hard to believe considering who her father is but that's what her brother is here for. They are all on the spirit squad. Now, where was I…oh last but not least Ryan Yorke needless to say he the product child of JT" Kyle finished leaning his should towards my leg nudging it a little.
"You should be like some kind of public slash gossip speaker," I stated amazed of what he just had told me.
"See you later Candi," he laughed getting up as the bell rang.
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The day went by quickly and quite easily. The people here weren't as bad as I thought. Ryan Yorke was a senior but had failed History and ended up in my class. When Kyle told me about him he never said anything about him being so god damn hot. He actually sits right behind me. I think I know why he failed though, he can't just seem to pay attention. I was broken out of my though when the bell rang. As I was leaving the class room someone bumped into me. "Watch where you're going," the guy said.
"You're the one who bumped into to me. So maybe you should watch where you are going," I stated a bit harshly. Who the hell did this guy think he was? I heard a few gasps. I think I heard Ryan say that the new girl has some guts or was it John. I don't know because I didn't really look to see who had said it because at the moment I had begun a staring match with the guy who bumped into to me. It seems as if we were both waiting for an apology. I think after a minute when he realized that I wasn't backing down a smirked started to appear across his face.
"Mikey…" a girls voice made him tare his gaze away from me and vice versa. I looked at the girl who seemed to fit the description of Nicole the 'Queen' of the school. He walked over to her and gave her a kiss. Then he trailed his way down her neck. I think my gag reflexes started to kick in at that point. One of the girls who stood near them pointed at me and said something. Mikey stopped and looked at me with them. He shrugged his shoulders while the other girls laughed at something Nicole had said, I couldn't hear. All of a sudden someone wrapped there arm around my shoulder.
Ryan told me you met Cameron," Kyle said. A smile formed across my face as we started to walk out the school.
"I guess I did," I stated glancing over my shoulder for one last look at the so- called popular crowd. I just met Michael Cameron. Mom my was right Cameron's do have something that draws you into them but that doesn't mean I an going to fall for him or any guy here for that matter.
"So what do you do after school?," I asked. Kyle was about to answer me when I just started to laugh along with anyone who was outside.
"Ryan you are so dead," Kyle yelled running after the laughing boy pulling up his pants. For the first time I was actually thinking that it wasn't so bad here after all.
