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I felt the cool breeze brush past my face and blow my hair back as I skated through the school parking lot. I know people are saying things under their breathe about me but, since I had my headphones in, I couldn't hear a word they were saying. One of my favorite songs, Anthem For The Underdog, blasted through my speakers. I am pretty sure that they were saying how weird I am and how I need to stop rolling around like nobody is around me, but that's how I live. I know I'm a little different then the preppy Barbie clones at my school, but I'm perfectly content with that.
See, at Perry High School, your either in, or your out. There's no in between. The "in crowd" is consumed with all the dingbat prep girls who are all just trying to put out and get guys' attention. They all act the same, have the same IQ and look the same. They wear their little shorts and tank tops so they can show off as much skin as possible. Actually, I bet they also test how much attention they can get.
The leader of their group is-
I hard push both brought me out of my thought and almost knocked me off my board. I halted to a stop and turned around to see who had just rudely ran into me and I guess the saying is true, speak, or in my case think, of the devil and the devil shall appear.
"Swan! Watch where your going. Oh my gosh!" The prissy little blonde haired bimbo shouted in my face.
"Oh I'm sorry Jennifer, did I break your nail?" I replied back as much sarcasm and venom I had in me. This girl, or more like inhumane being, has had some kind of grudge against me since fifth grade for some odd reason. Jennifer was leader of the annoying "in crowd". She was a little shorter than me and has medium length blonde hair that was cut into a short bob and so obviously dyed that color. She was ugly inside and out. But to cover up her outside uglyness she wears tons of make up. Me and my friends like to call her Pancake face.
"Yeah actually you did. But I apologize, I did much worse to you. I broke your face." Her and her clone friends just laughed while her boyfriend, Randy, made a comment saying that it was always that way. Okay, this just pushed me over the edge. It was the end of the day so I couldn't get in too much trouble for what I'm about to do. I am so tired of this girl thinking she can walk all over me. I am so tired of her talking to me like I a piece of trash that doesn't even belong here. I am so tired of here getting every guy I'm interested in. I am so tired of her doing this almost everyone at my school. I am tired of there being a girl just like her at every school I attend. And I am tired that no one has put this girl in her place.
Once the laughter started to die down just a tad I answered back to her bitchy ass.
"Well I've always been a believer in things being nice, even, and equal so I guess if my face is broken-" As I pronounced my last word I through as much power into my fist as it met with her ugly, fake face. As I made contact I saw her fall to the ground. Wow that was easy. As she was trying to climb back up I decided to kick her in her side. She flopped right back to the ground and I walked away leaving her screaming, and the rest of the school's voices behind me.
This wouldn't be the first time I've been in trouble for fighting. It's actually the reason why I've been kicked out of two other schools on the other side of town. This also wouldn't be the first time I've been caught fighting at Perry High. I had gotten in fights with Jackie, Reena, Yasmine, and now Jennifer. Oh and some guys too. I decked Robert, Ryan, and Cody. I know I'm pissing my mom and step dad off with all the fighting and being forced to move but, I can't help if I have sort of a temper problem.
As I skated to my house, I passed by the outlet mall that located the store that I work at, PacSun. I would be working later tonight, but I have to switch clothes first. I got to my house in about twenty minutes flat. I slowed down once I got to my driveway and stopped completely once I arrived at the garage door. I pressed in the code to the door and it quickly moved its way up. I stepped on the back of my board so I could grab it.
I walked into my house and breathed in the air that seems to always smell like bleach. I stepped into the kitchen to see our housekeeper, Becca, and our butler, Peter, chatting at the kitchen table.
"Hello Bella, how was your day dear?" Becca asked me with a sweet smile plastered on her face.
"Well seeing as I gave what our little Jennifer what she deserved, I've got to say it was a pretty good day." I gave her an innocent smile and waited for her and Peter's reaction. Becca's jaw just dropped and Peter just starred at me. It was Peter who recovered first.
"Bella, your mother will be very, very angry, and you know that." He said in a amused yet serious voice. They both understood what I went through at school. They were basically the only ones other than my friends. Its not like my mom or Phil really cared. All they cared about was their company, their friends, and their image.
"Whatever. I've gotta work tonight so I'm gonna go change." With that said I walked out of the room and headed to my bedroom on the second floor. I gracefully walked into my beloved bedroom. It was a dark purple with purple and blue bedding. And it is my sanctuary. I tossed my board by the side of the door.
I slipped into my large bathroom and washed off my face. I still had traces of sweat from PE today. After I was clean I stepped into my bedroom and then went into my closet. Its funny how I'm not really into shopping and clothing and yet I have a closet that any girl, like Jennifer's Barbie clones, could wish for. It is huge. I kicked off my shoes and they flew in different directions. Then I began to graze my clothing.
Since I'm only working I decided to wear just a pair of ripped jeans and a t shirt. My jeans were from some department store at the mall and my t shirt was a Rise Against shirt from Hot Topic. It was normal outfit for me. I threw on my favorite pair of shoes which were my Blue Dustin Dollin DD-66's. I am content with my outfit so I walk back into my bathroom to fix up my hair and make up. My hair was straight and falling over my shoulders. I turn on my flat iron so I can fix my hair and pull out my make up bag. I throw on a little mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss. I don't need much since I was born with a perfectly clear complexion. The only problem is that my skin is extremely pale, although I live in the sunniest state in America.
I picked up my iron and straightened all of my hair in less than three minutes. I'm not like normal girls who take about thirty minutes just redo their hair.
I walked back into my room and grab my cell phone, which is an enV2, my keys and ten bucks for a drink. My clock read that it was almost three so I headed downstairs. As I climbed the stairs I glanced at all the diplomas and awards that were hung on the walls. There was only one picture of me and it was my freshman year school picture. Which basically means it is the worst picture ever. Once at the end of the stairs I walked back into the kitchen so I could get to the garage. Peter and Becca are no longer at the kitchen table that is rarely ever used.
"Bye!" I yelled, hoping that someone in the house would hear me, but with such a huge house, I highly doubt it. I stepped into the garage and flicked the lights to see my baby.
It's a black Bugatti Veyron, and it is my prized possession. I guess having rich parents isn't always too bad. When they don't spend time with you, they try to buy your love. See I got this boy on my sixteenth birthday because my mom had to go to Vermont for a meeting the day before. I also got to throw a party but since I didn't have too many friends, the party wasn't very big.
My mom hadn't always been like this. Back in the day my mom and I just lived in a small apartment. We had only a small lime green Volkswagen bug. My mom worked as many things but she usually stuck to being a receptionist at different businesses. It stayed that way for about nine years. But when I was ten my mom met Phil. He wasn't a bad guy, just different from the rest of the guys that mom had dated previously. He was good-looking, nice, and successful. What really threw me off was that he was successful. He had his own business and made a ton of money. After about a year he proposed to my mom and gave her a job at his business. It was then that I would start fighting. The counselors at school would say that it was because of my age. But it was really because once my mom was engaged, she stopped paying as much attention to me. It was always about the wedding.
It was just after my mom and Phil got married that I got kicked out of my first school. My mom was extremely upset but Phil was excited. It was then that we moved to our first big house. It was when my mom totally stopped caring about me and started going on trips when I needed her that I got kicked out of my second school. My mom decided that it was the neighborhood that was causing me to become this way so we upped and moved to a house all the way across town to Scottsdale. We've stayed in this house for about two and a half years now. In all honesty though, I wont be surprised if we have to move after this. I was told that, after kicking the crap out of Reena, that I only had one chance left. I had just wasted that chance on that pathetic little girl.
I jumped into my beloved car and backed out of my driveway. I took all the right turns until I arrived at the mall in three minutes flat. I like to drive fast. I parked in the closet spot that I could see and exited my car. Some people starred because I didn't often drive my car, but today I was too lazy to skate. I looked around to see if I saw any of the familiar cars of my friends. And I did.
I walked over to the Tropical Smoothie and walked through the door. I saw one of my best friends working at the counter.
"Hey Bella, want the usual?" Phoebe asked me in a voice that was little too loud for such a small store. I chuckled and nodded in her direction. I then took a seat in one of the small tables. I could hear Phoebe in the back making my smoothie. Once I arrived to Perry High School I had marked Phoebe as one of the preps just because of the way she acted, but it turned out that she was just like me.
Phoebe has long bleach blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She has her nose and lip pierced and is amazingly gorgeous. She's only bit taller that me. She's more of the scene type than me. She is very loud and outgoing and loves to ride motorcross. She's basically the complete opposite of me, and I love her for that.
"One strawberry blitz!" She put my smoothie on the counter and held out her hand for money. I gave her the money and, after typing into the register, handed back my change.
"Thanks, see yah later!" I smiled at her and walked out of the shop. I headed towards PacSun under the sixty degree weather that Arizona called cold. Once I entered the store I heard shouts from all the other employees. I decided I would talk my best guy friend ever, Abel, first.
Abel is about 6'1 and has just enough muscles. He has brown hair and dark green eyes. He is real quiet just like me and loves to skate. He has the most amazing smile too. And he's my boyfriend.
"Hey Bell, your working register with me today." He smiled at me with his perfect smile. Me and him have been dating for almost six months now. I smiled back at him and went to the back to clock in. After I was done, I walked back over to Abel.
"Hey cutie." I gave him a small smile and try to hide the fact that I could be leaving the school soon. He didn't buy it.
"What's wrong? Is it about the fight?"
"How did you hear about that alright?!" I am shocked. I mean I know he's much more popular than the rest of my friends, but I didn't think it would get around so fast. I just bit my lip and went to the first customer I saw. He followed behind me.
"Do you think you'll get kicked out?" He whispered in my ear. I felt a small shiver go down my back because of how close he was. I don't what I'm going to do if I get expelled.
"Its possible. Very possible." I forced on a polite and happy smile on my face and stepped next to the customer in front of me. "Hey, are you finding everything you need?"
"Yes thank you." I recognized the girl to be someone from my school. As she turned around I noticed it was Beth from my Physics class. She was one of the nerds at my school. She had long black hair and brown eyes.
It was then that the bell rang meaning the door was being opened and I turned to see who was entering. Of course my day had to get even worse than it already was. I walked up to the girl and just stared her down.
"Hello." She said with venom in her voice. I looked her up and down.
"Hello to you too." Goodness I hate this girl and she just has to come into my store when she doesn't even shop here.
"Jenny's nose is broken and she has a black eye. You are so getting kicked out of school." She laughed her stuffed up laugh and walked out of the store without another word.
I'd kicked her ass once, I can't believe she was purposely tempting me to do it all over again. Goodness I hate Reena.
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-Bri