I only own my Oc's
I sighed as I walked from my last class, History, to the car.
"Oh, look, it's the freak." One of the popular girls, Beverly,sneered and her friends laughed.
I looked around and said. "I don't see any freak."
Beverly rolled her eyes and said. "Your the freak."
"Yeah." her lackeys said.
"And you're stupid." I said as Beverly's boyfriend, Richard (the jock), approached
Beverly smirked and whispered something into his ear. Richard's face darkened and he grabbed my arm tightly, too tightly.
He dragged me to a tree and pinned me too it by holding me by my throat. He squeezed and I gasped and tried to pry his hands off
"You know, I am getting sick and tired of you bullying my girlfriend." he hissed. that little bitch! I thought as I struggled more, losing more oxygen
I kicked him in the balls, he dropped me, and punched me in the face, before curling in a ball. I ran to Ron's car and jumped in.
"Hey, kiddo, how was your day?"
"Fine." I croaked and he turned.
"What happened this time? Who was it?" Ron asked, looking a the bruises that are forming. This has happened many times before and the only person who knows is Ron. Not Sam or uncle Dom'. The only reason Ron knows is because I was helping him fix his car and my shirt slid and reveled the bruises.
"Richard and Beverly, like usual." I said.
Ron nodded and said. "Sam is coming. Hopefully he has an 'A' or you will be the only one to get a car." I snorted as Sam got into the car.
"A-minus, its an 'A' though." Sam said.
"Wait, wait, wait. I cant see." Ron too the paper. "It's an 'A'."
"So I'm good?"
"Your good." Ron started the car and started driving. "I did tell you that Odette is staying for the summer right?"
"She always does dad." Sam groaned.
"I love you too Sammy!" I piped up.
Ron drove through a Porsche dealership and Sam starts his usual spazzyness.
"No, no, no, no, no! Dad! You've got to be kidding me!"
"I am." Ron said, "You're not getting a Porsche for your first car, Odette though, is another story."
"What why?! Why Odette?"
"I told you he liked me better." I teased.
"Odette is smarter on the road then you." Ron said as we pulled into Bolivia's dealership. I got out ans started looking for cars. Right then and there I saw two b-e-a-utiful cars One is a golden Chevrolet Corvette Stingray Concept and the other is a 1975 Yellow and black Chevrolet Camaro.
I walked to the gold one and placed my hand on one of the dents and I swear I felt it shudder.
I opened the door and gasped, not because of the perfect leather interior, but the mark on the steering wheel.
My birthmark.
to be continued.
I am home-schooled so if I got anything wrong with the school, please let me know
please review :)
Can anyone guess who the golden vette is?
