Chapter One
Bring Bring
Her hand abruptly struck the infuriating device which flew across the room smashing into pieces of now useless metal and plastic. Damn alarm, what kind of a masochistic person would invent something like this? She sat up and glanced around the room. There were half opened boxes scattered around with a few garments splayed across them. The room itself was average sized; there was a desk in the corner with a laptop and a few books placed neatly placed upon it. The rest of the room was pretty much empty. The wallpaper had peeled off in some placed and there were a few cobwebs in the corner. Overall, it was a fairly cozy room; just needed a bit of a clean.
The teenage girl unwillingly removed the duvet from her cold, shivering body and forced herself to stand up. There was somewhere that she needed to be today, but she had no idea where. Having no brain power this early in the morning she returned to her welcoming bed and stared at the ceiling. I wonder what Ash and Kazuma are doing. Maybe I should ring them just to say hi, but what if they are busy? Or they don't want to talk to me, having finally gotten rid of me. She angrily shook her head at these poisonous thoughts and picked up her phone. Just as she was about to press 'call', a young man's face appeared on her screen.
'Hey Fifi, how's America? You settled in yet? Meet anyone yet? Any new friends? Boyfriends maybe?' a masculine voice enquired.
She rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. 'I only got here yesterday; you want me to befriend the whole town in a matter of hours? And who in their right mind would go out with someone they had literally just met? Jeez Ash, sometimes I wonder how you get through life.'
'That hurt, Fifi, more than you will ever know…know…know…know' His voice quietens at the end.
She snorts, 'You weirdo Ash. You think that sounds sexy or something, pfft'.
'What are you talking about? I always sound sexy; by the way, Kaz wanted me to tell you something…'
'What?'
'… I forgot… … PLEASE FORGIVE ME YOUR HIGHNESS! I WILL PUNISH MYSELF FOR THIS UNFORGIVABLE MISTAKE! Oh wait! I remember! He said, (clears throat) don't forget to take your meds and have a good first day at school.'
'…'
'Hello…? Anyone alive? Woohoo! Fifi?'
'SCHOOL! I knew I forgot something! Shit I am so late! Got to go Ash, say hi to Kaz for me. And yes don't worry, I will take my meds, promise'.
'Alright, any problems you know who to call'.
'Yes, yes, call either you, Kaz or the doc'.
'No, I meant you can call the Ghostbusters, I'm sure they'll be happy to help with any problems you have'.
'Urgh, bye Ash, talk to you later'.
'Hehe, I love annoying you, bye'.
She grinned to herself grateful that there were at least two people in the world who cared about her. The two brothers had looked after her when she needed them the most, they were her foundation but now she needed to try and survive without them. She sighed, that is going to be an almost impossible task. No Felicity, think positive – sunshine, rainbows and all that crap. Oh crap! School!
She flung her phone which landed on the bed and sprinted towards the bathroom where she proceeded to brush her teeth and face with lightning speed. Running out of the bathroom, her eyes raked over the clothes she had bothered to unpack before picking out her 'don't bother, I'm not drunk yet' T-shirt. Always a crowd pleaser. She matched it with a pair of skinny jeans, biker boots and her favourite leather jacket.
Oh God, I have 15 minutes to get to school in time, not good for the first day.
She stood in front of the mirror, bright green eyes taking in her appearance. There are different types of good-looking; there are girls who are cute and girls who are just plain hot. She fell into the second category. Her curvy body and sharp eyes attracted the attention of the worst kind of males; the overconfident, egotistical type who only wanted her for her looks. I wish I could swap looks for happiness. She glared at herself and sighed, feeling unmotivated. Her flawless skin looked paler than usual, probably due to the busy day she had, moving into a new city can be taxing on a female's appearance. Her long black hair reached the bottom of her back and curled near the ends. She ran her long, elegant fingers through her dramatic side fringe, deciding that this was the best she could do at such short notice.
She slid into the kitchen and grabbed a crisp packet from the cupboard. Oh how proud Kaz would be, I'm being so healthy. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her keys before remembering the most crucial part of her morning routine. Meds. She dashed into the bathroom again and swiped her medication from the cupboard. She placed two of the small white tablets onto her tongue and swallowed without water. Being so used to pills, she was a pro at taking them. Snagging her bag from the kitchen counter, she left the apartment and began a steady jog, accelerating to a sprint.
Shit, shit, double shit! I have 8 minutes left!
Her long legs began to move at an almost inhumane rate as she dashed towards school running past various people who shouted curses at her and rolled their eyes. She knew what they were thinking, typical teenage hoodlum. Useless to society. Have no place here or anywhere for that matter. She dismissed these recurring negative thoughts and continued tearing her way towards the wretched building.
Five fucking minutes left!
The school gates appeared in front of her, more like the gates of hell, she mused.
There were crowds of teenagers making their way towards their classrooms for form time, or homeroom as they called it in America. She hopped up the stairs and was lost in the wave of people. Just go with the flow, ow my foot! Fuck the flow. Pushing through the crowded corridor she saw a door with the title 'Principal' and 'Mrs McCarthy' on it. Maybe I need to see her first. No-one ever explains anything to the new person. Sheesh.
She fought against the current of bodies and managed to latch onto the door frame without being carried away. Her smooth knuckles tapped the wood sharply and she waited patiently before hearing a quiet 'come in'.
The door swung open to reveal an office that was quite large but looked cramped due to an immense desk slap bang in the middle. There was an uncomfortable looking wooden chair in front of the desk which, as Felicity deduced, was most likely for the students. On the other side of the room was another chair however this one looked very cushy and soft. Selfish bitch, thinks she can sit on such a comfortable chair while making kids sit on that horrible thing. There was a large book shelf behind the luxurious chair filled with books about childcare and how to deal with 'temper tantrums'. Jeez, does she think we're like eight or something?
'Hello, what can I do for you? I don't think I've seen you around? Ah, you must be the new student. Welcome to Wilson High School. What is your name again? Golly gosh, I had your file just the other day? Give me a moment to find it'.
Felicity stood there staring at the middle aged woman who seemed to like the sound of her own voice far too much. Her hair was clipped back in the typical teacher style and her glasses were half way down her rather large, protruding nose.
'I'm Felicity Phoenix and I just moved here from London and'
She was cut off by the sound of the door slamming open and hitting the wall with a deafening bang. She turned to look at who caused the noise and was faced with a red faced teacher with his nostrils flaring gripping the arm of a boy with bright red hair. He was almost as tall as the teacher and she could tell he was well-built as the outline of his muscles could be seen through his rather tight t-shirt.
'I'm sure this is illegal. This is child abuse. You're ripping my arm out of my socket', the red head's voice was deep and Felicity could hear the hint of amusement running through it.
'Shut up, I've had enough of your behaviour', the teacher replied, obviously worn out from dealing with the boy.
'I've found it!' Mrs McCarthy lifted her head from the depths of her drawer and asked the Felicity to sit down. 'Now, Mr Rogers, what is the problem? If you haven't noticed I am busy with another student'.
'Well, Mr Valkov here decided it would be funny to draw a vulgar image of me on the blackboard and then blame it on 'pixies' who flew into the classroom at night and drew the horrid picture'.
'Hey man, I told you, it wasn't 'pixies'. It was 'elves'. Get it right at least.' The red head rolled his eyes. It was only then he noticed the raven haired female sitting in front of him. His ice blue eyes absorbed every inch of her curvy body before resting on her face. 'Woah, who are you sunshine? I don't think I've seen you here. I'm Tala Valkov and I would love to show you around. You know, you'd get the full tour of the place. But nothing comes free these days right?' He winked at her.
'I'd rather have sexual intercourse with a possum', she said in a dead pan voice. Her wide green eyed stared emptily towards him but being the flirt he was, it didn't discourage him.
'So you're into that kinda stuff huh? Kinky', he smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
'Alright enough Mr Valkov, detention for being disrespectful towards a teacher. Is that all Mr Rogers because I am rather busy, by the way, I should mention that Felicity will be joining your class from today.'
The red head's eyes gleamed and his mouth curved up into a smirk, 'hell yeah! I'll be seeing you later gorgeous'.
'Mr Valkov, please stop bothering the poor girl and be respectful to her in class', the male teacher sniped.
The green eyed girl rolled her eyes. This guy is going to be a handful. Should be interesting.
The door closed leaving the two females sitting in the room. The older woman began babbling about the school rules, lessons, teachers and other things that weren't particularly interesting. Felicity's gaze wondered to the window where she saw the parking lot and many different cars. She began to memorize all of the number plates as a means to pass time. Her mind worked quickly in learning all of the numbers and letters and repeating them from memory, this was a soothing activity for the girl and she smiled a little at her accomplishment.
'Well, do you have any questions?'
Felicity's eyes snapped back to the woman's face, 'no, I think you covered everything'.
'Well okay dearie, if you need anything please come anytime and ask.' The woman smiled at her.
'Thank you', leave me alone woman! She stood up and quickly walked out of the suffocating office. Thank God, that was the longest 45 minutes of my life. If the principal is like that I dread to think what the school will be like. Two years, just two years and I can go back home.
The raven haired girl pulled her bag over her shoulder and began to walk towards her homeroom classroom wondering what the people in her class would be like.