CHAPTER 1
A gray BMW sat in /front of Shermer High School on the morning of March 24, 1984. Inside sat a girl with short red hair, dressed head to toe in designer clothes. In her ears were two real diamond earrings and they sparkled as she turned her head, short red curls flicking along with the movement. Her arms were crossed, and a look of disgust fell across her face as she glared back up at the school. She shook her head in disbelief, still not turning to look at her father, who sat behind the wheel. "I can't believe you can't get me out of this," she said, disbelief still visible in everything she did, not excluding in her voice. "I mean," she continued "it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday. It's not like I'm a defective or anything." Her father shifted his weight so he was facing her as he began to speak. "I'll make it up to you," he began. "Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day." He handed her a shopping bag, presumably filled with her lunch, and she rolled her eyes one last time before stepping out of the car.
Meanwhile, another car pulled up to the school, this one containing a mother, a son, and a little girl. "Is this the first time or the last time you do this?" the mother began, scolding the boy. "Last," he replied, but his mother wasn't done. "Well, you get in there, and you use the time to your advantage." "Mom," he tried to reason. "We're not supposed to study, we're just have to sit the and do nothing." The poor boy's mother wouldn't listen to his reasoning, and retaliated by saying "Well Mister, you figure out a way to study." The little girl that sat between the boy and his mother spoke up for the first time. Looking at her brother, she offered up a single word, an indignant "Yeah." "Well go!" she half yelled, half barked at him, but either way, the boy quickly exited the red station wagon and began towards the school.
Inside a different car, a boy and his father sat in silence. "Well hey," his father spoke up. "I screwed around. Guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, sport." "Yeah, mom already reamed me, alright?" he finally spoke up, his blond hair moving slightly with the slight motions of his head. "You wanna miss a match?" his father asked, tone getting slightly more heated. "Wanna blow your ride?" he asked again, each time his tone got harsher. The boy just looked down and shook his head 'no'. "Now, no school is gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!" his father shouted, with half the force he could have used. The boy glared at his father for a second before exiting his respective car, holding his sack lunch.
As that car pulled away, another boy came into view. No car, just a boy. He walked across the front field, aviators on, grey trench wrapped tightly onto his person, red scarf draped around his neck. He wore combat boots with the flaps turned down, and a red bandana was wrapped around one ankle. He blindly walked through the parking lot, not looking. If the boy had looked, he would have seen the blue car come speeding into view, nearly hitting him. But instead, he just kept on walking.
As the blue car came to a screeching halt, just narrowly missing the walking boy, a girl emerged from it. She donned a puffy winter jacket with a fur lined hood, a long grey skirt, grey leggings, mismatching striped socks, and beat up black converse. It looked as if the girl were about to say something, but before she could, the car sped off, leaving her alone in the middle of the lot. She re-adjusted her large over the shoulder tote on her shoulder and walked towards the school.
A girl pulled into the school parking lot on her beat up '77 Vespa scooter that she had bought with all her savings. She didn't have enough for a car, so a Vespa was the next best mode of transport on her 4 mile drive from the school to her house. She hung up her helmet, and readjusted her grey hoodie. Her white backpack was on her back, but it only contained her lunch. She wore black and white converse, with light acid wash jeans, and a Van Halen Baseball Tee, with a blue flannel shirt. She took a deep breath as she braced herself for another meeting with Dick, then reminded herself how it's better than being home with him.