Author's Note: Yes it's another story! Fret not, fans of When the Summer Sky Shatters, I'm not abandoning it. I just needed to work out the appearance of the last two newcomers. Now with that all figured out, I'll update it. Even though I'm still waiting for that third review. But that's beside the point. I'd like to welcome you all to a new story, well one that I'm reading from my Quizilla account, and make you all give love and thanks to my beta for this story,- zMoonlitDreamz. Moonlit is amazing, go give her a hug.
In the beginning, I never really caught on to what my family was trying to teach me. My Grandpa was, probably still is, a loon to the core- thinking that carting me off to America would give me a better education. What made him more of a loon was the school he sent me to. Excuse me, the private boarding he sent me to.
Does that make any sense? Sending a scared lil' five year old girl on an airplane, for the first time, to a country she can barely speak the language of so that she can attend a school she's never even heard of? Let alone with no other family members to help her get going, oh no, that's be too simple for the Asakura family. They have to make everything into a challenge. Everything is 'training for when the moment is right'. ... Yes... I know that makes no sense. My grandpa had been feeding me that garbage since I was born- of COURSE it makes no sense. My family, my life, my friends, my whole fucking world makes no sense.
Don't they know what happens to kids who go to boarding schools- didn't they ever read Gossip Girl? I really hate those books. They can pin things down so close it's not even funny. I mean, come on, you can't deny that things like that happen everywhere. What made them think it couldn't happen to me? Their little angel. Pft, as if. It's time to welcome the new world Gramps- not the feudal ear teachings you've been living in for the past century of your life. Shit happens! Just look at what a 'retarded, screwed up, wasteful, insignificant' person your granddaughter turned out to be. (I for one know that's not true. The rest of your world seems to think that.)
You should try taking a walk in my shoes. Get to know my world a bit. You might have some fun.
Love you as much as I do milk,
Raven.
xXx
"Is this really what you want to show your family a week before you take your leave?"
A grin escaped the lips of the teen. She kicked her legs onto the desk in spite of having been told not to quite likely a million times before. Her words played at her lips. "Maybe..."
"Ms. Asakura! Could you at least try to be serious about this? This is your future we're talking about.
"Mrs. Stein, could you at least try to be serious about this? This is my future we're talking about after all," mocked the teenager. She had a smirk spread across her pale face. She hadn't been able to get much sun in the past few years. She made a mental note to go sunbathing ASAP once she got out of this hell hole.
'Being in Juvie sucks...'
Her thoughts must have echoed because the middle aged woman with glasses and wrinkles. "Ms. Asakura, in case you haven't noticed you are here of no one's accord but your own. If you did not want to have spent the past two years in this Juvenile Detention Center, then you should have thought about that when you started selling illegal substances. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mrs. Stein."
'Why can't adults just use the word 'drugs'? Is it really necessary to try and sugar-coat anything and everything? Or are they just doing this because my family doesn't want to acknowledge I'm even in this dump?'
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It felt like straw. She wasn't allowed to use any of the good stuff on her hair. Her brown roots had come back so it looked like she had brown spiked creeping down her bleached and colored hair- it clashed terribly with her rainbow highlights. She made a mental note to get her hair re-dyed as soon as she got out of the center. Back to the way she liked. Back like in the picture. 'I guess I'm going to be disowned when I go home. The Asakura family is just too good for me.'
The teenage girl always got disapproving looks from the advisors as she passed them. At least she knew how to talk to adults-unlike her roommates Coral and Aimee. Coral would flirt her way out of anything if she could- she probably slept her way out of big trouble. It wouldn't come as a shock to her. Aimee usually blamed someone else, pulled the innocent girl act or bribed her way out of trouble. Aimee usually got her money from Coral, but Coral had to get it from her father which could take awhile. Coral's family was soooo freaking rich it wasn't even funny.
"Can I please go now, Mrs. Stein? Or is there something else you need to ask me?"
The woman sighed. Raven Asakura had by far been the hardest person she had ever had to deal with since her days of working at Juvie. She wasn't quite sure the ex-drug dealer was broken of her illegal habits. She would have liked to keep the girl but the court ruling was two years in Juvie, no jail time, no rehab, and no insane asylum. Obviously, the Asakura family had paid someone off. Eventually she shook her head to Raven's question.
"No dear. Just... stay clean."
A smile crept up to the young Asakura's face. "Don't worry Mrs. Stein, you won't be hearing from me once I leave next week." Internally, she smirked. 'I won't be so careless,' she reminded herself. 'And get caught again. It'll be like I never even came here.'
xXx
"Can you believe he actually had the nerve ask me to call him?"
I tried to listen to Coral as best as I could while listening to my iPod. Coral's dad must have pulled some serious strings after she put on her act when the news of her getting sent to Juvie in the U.S. hit home because compared to the other kids JDs (Juvenile Delinquents) we get treated like royalty. We got to keep our electronic toys, but we had to put the clothes we'd come in into storage like everyone else and to keep our toys we had to give up our monthly calls to home. I didn't mind. I sure as hell didn't want to hear Grandpa's rants about what a failure I had turned out to be. Let me say this- I, Raven Asakura am no failure- I just merely succeeded at what the rest of the world pretends to hate. They go around with all their "just say no" propaganda but as soon as they think no one's looking, they all come crawling out of the sun's bright lights and into the shadows. To my turf. My land.
Let's face it; I was a Patron Saint back on my avenue. How I made my money shouldn't be the concern of the world. Heck, why did they even pretend to care? I had my citizenship, I went to school, I got great grades, I was on the Student Voice Committee, I'm pretty even if it's in a different way, I was admired by my peers, I was popular but with no strings attached as to why -I was a pusher- I sold drugs to the more than willing population of St. Branard's Boarding School. So what? I didn't push to kids. Didn't pretend to be all 'Crack is whack' in classes either. I was, still am, pro-choice in the matter. You want drugs? Want to make the real world go away for a bit? You want to potentially screw up your life for a few hours of 'fun'? Fine with me, be my guest in fact. I had what you needed. So long as my buyers knew what they were getting into, I supplied.
It wasn't hard, well maybe I little at first, but I was a natural at doing dirty work. Or so I'm told. I'm a straight 'A' student, 3.8 GPA, played sports now and again, dreamt of college, caused a bit of havoc with subs just to keep the staff on their toes like any 'normal' Freshman would. Yeah, freshman, you heard me right. I was a pusher at 14. (Your point?) Anyways, I was the ideal student. How many times did I hear my teachers say; "Why can't you be more like Miss Asakura?" Let me tell you, so many times I'm sick of it. Playing perfect sucks, but I needed my cover. After all, who would expect little, sweet angelic Raven of doing anything wrong? I knew how to keep my butt out of trouble. That was, until I met her.
"I mean come on, who's dumb enough to think I'm getting together with the guy who teaches me trig after I get out of this dump?"
"It's outrageous," I agree even if I couldn't care less about my roomie's dating problems with our math teacher.
Meet my roommate and 'sister'/best friend- Coral Oyamada. Classic blonde hair, crystal blue eyed babe. She, like I, is seventeen years old. We even have the same birthday, right down to nearly the same time too. We were both born on June 21st, around 11 o'clock at night, she's a few minutes younger I was born at 10:57. No wonder we're such night owls... Anyhow, her parents wanted to give her an exotic name because they wanted their first born to be well known and easy to remember in the world. Which she is, but again for reasons they'd rather not say. Let's face it, the Oyamada family just doesn't want to admit their daughter is a druggie, wild, flirt, party girl with a tendency to get drunk or high then wander off with the first hot guy she sees. Leaving me to chase her down at the end of the night. Note to self; get her a Chastity Belt.
Needless to say, her folks were pissed when she got busted. She went down a few weeks before I did. Maybe that's why I was busted? Did Coral's epic capture make me get a sudden morality that could have possibly been the cause for the delay that got me caught? Maybe. Best not to dwell on the past for long- she sure as heck didn't. Her parents signed her up for a year of rehab but she only went for a month. Her story is that she ran away so many times (12) that they gave up on her and finally released her. I need to check in on that. From what I think, she got written off the list of being a good girl. Tch. In bed maybe. But don't let any of that get in your way or cloud your judgment. She's a really good friend- best I could ever ask for. Have you ever heard the expression, "A friend will visit you in jail, a good friend will bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be right there beside you saying 'Shit. We fucked up. ...Let's do that again!' "
Coral basically counts as that kind of best friend. Heck, we sorta did get jailed together. After the Rehab bail, she got dumped in Juvie. Luckily the joint had no idea we were old partners in crime. Then they might have had to separate us. (The horror!)
So next comes little Aimee. She's a real cutie, in her innocent book-wormish ways. She's my other roommate and my other best friend. Jail birded around a year before me and Coral came 'round. She was a cook, a freaking baker in the fine arts of crystal meth. Divorced parents, dad's an 'holic-well more like stepdad, she was illegitimate and her real dad bailed while her mom was carrying her in her belly- and her mom was an addict. Luckily her mom didn't do anything but pot and she stopped during the pregnancy trying to get clean. That plan failed through. She came to the states with her mother right after they got divorced on her 6th birthday. How that for is messed up? Her mom didn't get clean when they came over. Her mom taught her how to make glass, as us dealers call it, but a fire broke out one day. The fire killed her mother, Aimee got a few bad burns on her legs from it, and from that day the girl swore to get out of the drug world. Befriending me and Coral wasn't the best of her ideas.
Obviously we have a few New Year's resolutions to keep for once.