Chapter Three

Christina POV:

I finally fell into a deep slumber before awaking with a jolt. I looked around, noticing that I was not in my room. Covering the walls were pictures of various people on some type of board with wheels, and others were people with some kind of musical instruments? I wasn't sure they didn't look very familiar to me. Unrecognizable clothing was flung about the room. I saw some books, hoping that I might be familiar with something I made my way over to the shelves. I looked the titles over, How To Build Skateboard Ramps, Boards: Art and Design of Skateboards, Concrete waves: History of Skateboarding, Tips and Tricks for Serious Riders. I pulled Tips and Tricks for Serious Riders down, slowly flipping through the pages, studying the pictures. I glanced at the other books; they seemed to be about other things than skateboarding. I sauntered over to the window, pulling back the curtain, I glanced about outside, it appeared to be night here; there were some type of carriage outside without horses and sturdier wheels. Cars, a voice whispered. I spun around searching for the speaker, without much success. I sighed. Noticing a closed door, I walked over to it, and opened it. A bathroom, I walked to the sink turning one of the taps for cold water (it was labelled), I splashed the icy water on my face, the back of my neck, and my arms. I paused. I had splashed water on the back of my neck. I couldn't do that; my hair would have gotten in the way. I moved my hand upwards, coming into contact with short curly ends. Slowly I looked up into the mirror. The light blue eyes looking back at me widened in surprise, for I was not met with my reflection but a strangers. Short curly brown hair, tanned skin, not at all like my ivory skin, baggy clothes, calloused fingers, covered with some kind of glove with the tips cut off, a scar ran down the length of my arm, my nails were obviously bitten and painted black. I heard some kind of music coming from the room. Walking back in, I located the noise. A device used for talking, push a button called an iPhone, the voice whispered. Words flashed across the screen: INCOMING CALL: COLIN. I pushed the button and brought it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey! Chris, just checking to see if you can make cover a shift at star bucks tonight," Colin said. Say yes, the voice whispered.

"Uh, sure, I would love to," I replied

"Great! See you at six, bye!" Colin said.

I put the phone back on the chair. Follow my directions to star bucks and grab your homework from the backpack at the end of the bed all the textbooks are in it, and change into your uniform from the closet the door opposite the bed

Sighing, I walked to the end of the bed, grabbed the backpack and walked into the closet. It was a huge closet; I searched for the uniform, baggy khaki pants, and a slightly less baggy black shirt, along with black shoes. Changing into the clothes was surprisingly easy. Now, in the lobby at the bottom of the stairs is a skateboard you will ride that to star bucks. I walked to the last door left in the room, opening it I walked to the top of the stairs and started to walk down them. Don't walk! Run down the steps you cannot arouse suspicions. God, this voice was bossy. I followed the instructions anyways, and ran down the steps, tripping and falling flat on the ground. Groaning, I picked myself up, and walked towards the skateboard. Looking down at it, I thought, "This can't be too hard" Oh, how wrong I was. Following the instructions the voice gave me was simple but turning on the skateboard was near impossible as I neared my destination I managed to turn without falling. Looking down at my hands I realized that it came in handy wearing the fingerless gloves. The only scrapes were the ones on my elbows and they only stung a little, and were barely bleeding. Picking up the skateboard, I walked into Star bucks.

I noticed a table full of good-looking boys. The best looking of them had black hair, with red tips, and what appeared to be were red eyes. He had on a black hoodie, pushed up to his elbows, revealing muscled arms and a spiky leather bracelet type thing. Laughing, he glanced up as the door closed, and smiled at me and waved. Automatically, I felt my lips pull into a smile and waved back. I went behind the counter, still following the voices instructions; I dropped my backpack on the ground and pulled out my homework. Sitting on the chair, I began. After awhile, the black haired boy came up to the counter.

"Hey Chris, I thought you wouldn't make it," he said, still smiling. Shane, the voice whispered. The voice had briefed me on Chris, while I was on my way over here, so I knew what to say, and how to talk.

"I was asked to work tonight, so I figured, I might as well do my home work here, and make some money, you know two birds, one stone," I replied, smiling as well.

"Well, I'm glad you made it after all, could I get my usual with chocolate syrup on top?" Shane asked. Toffee Nut Latte except without the toffee and chocolate syrup in its place, follow my instructions on how to make it the voice whispered.

"Of course!" I said, still smiling. Easily producing the drink I stuck a straw in it, stealing a sip.

"Hey! Unless you paid for it, you don't get a sip!" he laughed. He handed me the money and I put it in the cash register. He stuck a hand in his pocket, and walked back to the table with his drink. The door opened and a tall, boy with honey coloured hair, grey eyes and dimples entered, wearing the same uniform as me. Walking behind the bar, he took the other seat, smiling at me.

"Hey Chris, thanks for coming in tonight, and sorry for being late," he said, his nametag read "Daniel".

"Not a problem," I replied, smiling at him. When he smiled at me I got a warm feeling in my stomach, I wondered if Chris had a crush on him. I returned to my homework, after about a half hour the door opened once more and in entered a group of blonde girls all dressed rather sluttish. The table of boys stopped talking.

"Populars," snarled Shane. I suddenly had a terrible head ache and I closed my eyes. When I re-opened them I was back in my own bedroom, not Chris's.

Author's Note – To any readers this story has, sorry for not updating when I said I would but my dad caught me and my boyfriend making out when we were camping and grounded me, for two weeks. On my profile is a link for a website I made, that has pictures of the characters and websites for rooms and outfits and such. All, italics are the voice, and the bold italic words are Christina's thoughts.

O.o Nicola o.O