7:50 am on a Monday morning. The day was unseasonably cool. Two boys sat outside lost to their own thoughts. These boys, their names where Alan Twitty and Louis Stevens. This was soon interrupted by a loud car screeching to a stop and a not too tall girl stepped out. She was clad out in black leather pants and a complementing halter top. She flung a jacket of black leather as well over her shoulder as she rolled her eyes and slammed the door.
"Whoa! Dude, check her out!" Twitty said to his friend.
"What at the biker chick?" Louis said not as intrigued by the girl that gave the single finger salute to the car she just exited.
"Yeah,"
"Twitty, that's a bad girl. Bad girls mean bad news,"
The girl came across the yard of the school. She walked like she owned everything, and could very well have.
"You two," she said to the boys, "Tell me something,"
" Ye....uh.....yeah?" Twitty stammered out.
"Where can I find the office? First day here, so you know. By the way I'm"
She was cut off by another voice, belonging to Tawny, "Randy?"
"Tawny girl!" She squealed and the two girls embraced.
"You two know each other?" Louis said.
"Yeah, Randy lived here back when we were little. Her family moved to Florida when we were what?"
"Seven? Yeah, seven. Miami to be exact. But a lot of my time was spent in Daytona. As you maybe could tell," Randy said.
"Young lady! That clothing is inappropriate for school grounds. Cover yourself up or I will have to call your parents," the principal chimed in Randy's direction.
"Oh, we don't want that now, do we sir," She said as she slipped her jacket on just as the bell rang.
She, Tawny, and the boys went towards the entrance of the building.
" Grr, I love a man in a tie. I'm sure I'll be seeing A LOT of that man," Randy said with a smile and the rest laughed along.