A/N: I still own nothing but Rachel. I'm trying to update every chance I get so, ya know how those things are.
*Rachel's POV*
Same school, different year. I knew I wasn't here to play. Just to get the damn education & finish training so I can work with my Dad. That's all I wanted, was to be with my dad. He just wouldn't let me until I finished school. I had only arrived back home 2 days ago. I was with my dad all summer. I missed him already. My life sucked! I had no one to share it with either. But that was my own fault. Its hard to make friends when people stereotype you 'goth' and 'anti-sociable'.
I sat down in my first period art 4 class and waited for the bell to ring. A couple of guys sat at the table with me, but I'm sure they had no intentions of talking to me. I'd just do what I normally did and quietly listen in on their conversation or just drown them out with my headphones. I opted for the second choice
I pushed play on my cd player and listened to the new Taproot CD. The bell hadn't rung yet and I had had Mrs. Sobel for 4 years now...I knew the rules. I pulled out the pictures album that I had made of me and my dad, Mark. I saw the pictures over the summer of me, dad and my step mom Sarah.
Now I definitely was not a Texan cowgirl, but hey, my daddy lived there and god were we close. I was happy when I was with my dad, but my mother kept telling me that his life style wasn't appropriate for me. In all reality it was her and her boyfriend that lived the inappropriate lifestyle. She and he were always either at the bar or at his house. which left me to pretty much fend for myself. they couldnt care less about what I did, as long as I wasnt living full time with my dad. I didnt see what it mattered, I got away with everything. It couldve been used to my advantage, that is, if I had any friends.
