The Bad Boy & The Good Girl
Prologue
"I'll be passing out last week's test. Some of you had done an exception job, while the other half of you I'm sure I'll be seeing you after school." The teacher in the front of the room spoke sternly holding the stacks of papers in his hand.
He proceeded to walk up and down the aisle handing back out the papers with groans and sighs in his wake. When he got to a dark burgundy haired girl he let a smile creep up on his face before giving back her paper.
The girl looked at her paper with a bored expression adorning it. 'Yet another A, whoopie.' She thought with a sigh stuffing the paper uncaringly into her binder. She looked up at the wall clock that was only a minute till she was released for the day. The girl began to prepare herself by placing her belongings back into her bag. Before she knew it the bell rang throughout the building.
She walked out the building along with the crowd of other rowdy high school students trying to leave. She made her way across the street walking along the pavement straight home like she usually did. Along the way she noticed the many cars passing by and wondered about how freely they must be feeling but she snorted at the idea. 'If father knew I thought about something stupid as that he'll give me an ear full. Mother would especially be on me that I'm thinking ridiculous things.'
The girl walked the six blocks to her house that wasn't that far from the pace she was walking at. She walked up the steps to her two-story house. She locked the door behind her and slipped her converse shoes off placing them in the shoe rack.
"I'm home mother, father!" She raised her soft voice slightly making her way into the kitchen where she spotted both her parents. Her mother dressed in one of her dresses with an apron secured around her waist was busy cooking dinner. Her father dressed in one of his business suits sat at the kitchen island with a newspaper and coffee in hand.
"Good afternoon little rose, how was your day?" Her father addressed her folding his paper up giving the girl her full attention.
"Well it was school, boring lectures, getting the mark, and stuff." She said grabbing a water bottle and a banana.
"Making those grades are important for you now and in the future when you go off to a good university." Her father reminded her before taking a sip of his drink.
"I know that." The girl said flatly. "I'll be going upstairs to do my homework."
The dark burgundy haired girl rushed off before anything else could be said. Once in the safety of her bedroom she dropped her school bag at her desk and threw herself on her queen sized bed.
"Everything is the same old thing." She spoke to herself with a sigh staring at the ceiling.
After a few minutes of collecting her thoughts she sat up with her banana and water in hand. Placing the bottle on her night stand she opened up her window and stared out the window viewing everything that was happening outside while munching on her banana. She heard a loud rumbling noise coming from her left. Out of curiosity she turned her head and awed at the speed of the bike that practically flew by her house. Even if the bike came by so fast she wondered if the driver of the vehicle felt free zooming where ever he pleased.
"They're all so lucky." She mumbled tossing her banana peel in the waste basket by her desk.
The girl then sat in her chair starting on her homework assignment.
'I, Akiza Izinski at the age of 16 still trapped in a very small bubble that my father, a senator, and my mother, house wife, built around me. No freedom, no ridiculous thoughts, no place to be my own person, no nothing. To be a model student. Be a good daughter. Preserve our name with dignity. This and that. Blah blah blah.' The girl thought angrily while writing out her assignments.
"Akiza, dinners done!" She heard her mother yell from the bottom of the stairs.
"Coming." The dark burgundy haired girl responded back closing her note book.
'When am I going to be allowed freedom and excitement for once in my life?' She thought making her way down the stairs once again.