"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! Look what you did to my car!" yell a voice that belonged to a wannabe Barbie.
Hey, my name is Evangeline Shields but just call me Evie and I am what you call a Goth or whatever teenagers come up with now a days and I have extremely bad luck since my family and I move to this curses Forks, Washington. Really, who names a town after a utensil? What's next Spoons, Minnesota? Ok back on with the bad luck first with the bad luck it start out simple like my ipod dying just halfway through the trip form Rome to Forks. Then I got stuck listening to my mother singing shows tunes while she was drunk I might add in the car making me want to cut off my ears. Now I got in a car crash over a parking spot with a prima donna Barbie that is screeching at me cause of her car is in ruins while mines, the first real stroke of luck since I got here is still intact. Is my luck great or what?
"Are you listening to me?" Barbie asks glaring at me with all she could.
Please, mother's glares are a lot worse.
"Kind of hard not to." I muttered but it was follow by a loud laughter right behind the blond bimbo.
I look behind her to find five unnaturally beautiful teenagers that were looking at my predicament in amusement. One was a blond girl that was so beautiful that I brought down my self-esteem a couple of notches with her pale complexion (they all have pale complexion) and her golden eyes. She was leaning on a guy who looks like he was on steroids with all those muscles, one could be intimated by him but his big goofy smile will quickly wash that feeling away. A girl next to him looks like a little pixie with her small figure and pitch-black spiky hair and golden eyes that glisten with excitement. There was a guy that was standing right by her that was looking at her with an adoring expression. Ah, her boyfriend I bet, he was gorgeous just like the rest of them with his shaggy blond hair, his body was lanky but lean but his body was tense like he was in pain. Now the guy next to him was unbelievable he look like a Adonis so godlike with his strong features that was adorn with his golden eyes, bronze wild hair that gave me the urge to run my hands through just to see if it really is as soft as it looks. Build but not as build as steroids boy and he was staring at me with amusement written all over his face as he look at me.
"Hey bitch!" The blond bimbo yells in frustration.
I look at her annoy at her obnoxious voice. I ignore her as I got back in the car.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She yells as she tries to get to my car but I revved it up making her step back.
I move the car in the parking spot that got me in this situation in the first place and as I did it I scratch the side her car but I pay no mind to it. I'm properly going to get in trouble, but what else is new? I calmly got out of the car ignoring Blondie as she cry over her car. The bell suddenly ring and all the noisy students were hurrying to their first period class. Shit, I didn't even get my schedule yet. I sigh as I try to hurry to the main office but the Blond bimbo wouldn't give it up.
"You are going to pay for this!" She yells as she tries to match my pace to keep up with me.
"Yeah, yeah. I heard this before." I said off handling.
Really this is now getting a little annoying, I'm late I got more important matters than her damn sports car.
"I mean it I'm going to make your life here a living hell." She persists.
I stop my walking and she follow suit, she flinch at my glare that I send her way.
"What is this? Mean girls? Listen I'm sorry if I mess up your car, send the bill to me I don't care. I'm late and your annoying voice is working on my nerves. Leave. Me. Alone. You got that Blondie?" I all but hiss at her making her shrink back from me.
She glares at me with defiance after a while from cowering from me. Man she has balls, nobody have stand up to me especially when I'm piss but this is a new school. They don't know me yet so I let her slide.
"Lauren!" yells a voice suddenly throwing his arm around her shoulder in a friendly matter.
I look at the owner of the arm to find a guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He looks at me with a big ridiculous smile that screams creepy to me. He's properly a stalker.
"Hey, I'm Mike." He said huskily as he eyed my figure.
Men, they think just because I look like a Goth and well act like one they think the only guys I like are dangerous or mysterious. Mike is officially trying to squeeze himself into that category for me but with his light blue shirt a blue jeans wasn't working for him. I look at the suppose Lauren as she look at Mike with a smile as if to impress him, but occasionally she will shot me glares.
"You must be Evangeline." Mike said with his goofy grin.
"It's Evie and I'm leaving." I said as I started to walk to the main office.
"Wait, Evie let me walk you. Where you going anyway,"
"Office and I could walk just fine alone."
I speed up my walking trying to lose both of the blondes. I finally made it to the office to the lady that was looking at papers with a bored look on her face.
"Hey, can I have my schedule?" I ask getting to the point.
She looks at me startled but then narrow her eyes at my rudeness.
"Yeah, you must be Evangeline Shields." She said as she got my paperwork.
"Yeah that's what it says on my birth certificate." I muttered.
She quickly gave me my schedule and papers, clearly wanted me to get out of her hair. I sigh as I look at my schedule. Hopefully this school year will keep my interest.
