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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- too bad about your teacher, my English teacher is AWESOME! I love English, I think I'll speak it for the rest of my life...
(Friday)
Itey's PoV
Racetrack called me early this morning to tell me he wouldn't be driving me this morning. Ever since his dad (who didn't seem too bad) and his brother (who I didn't meet) arrived out of nowhere he hasn't been at school. Apparently, his dad made him go to horseback riding lessons and today they're going out for a family brunch.
His brother wears his underwear around the house and swears at his mom.
I can't judge for sure, but Race is the nicest, richest kid I've ever known, but he has an uber-dysfunctional family.
His dad is suddenly trying so hard to act like a caring family man. I don't know who he's trying to prove anything to, I'm sure Race's brother is used to him in the seemingly uncaring way he's been doing things so far. It just seems so.........so dishonest.
I wish Racetrack would tell me what's going on in his house but I guess that's a bit much to expect. We haven't known each other for even two weeks, maybe he doesn't think we're good enough friends.
So instead I took the bus to school and I've decided that taking the bus is the best way to meet people. I saw three people at the bus stop alone.
"Hello." I said.
Two of them nodded and the other—a girl—turned to face me, "oh, hi. Are you new here?"
I didn't answer immediately, I was shocked to notice that she was wearing a Korn t-shirt. That's when I noticed she was also wearing wide, straight- legged pants, a chain necklace to which dozens of guitar picks were attached, a spiky leather watch, and several thin, black bracelets. Her hair was really long and dirty blonde, she had pulled it back into a braid, revealing her ear piercings.
"Well?" she fought to make eye contact, "are you?"
"Oh, uh, my ride couldn't make it so I'm here."
She smiled and we looked at each other for a while. It was really obvious that she was a heavy metal 'follower', but it looked like she'd mixed some Goth in with it. I don't know how to describe it because she wasn't outwardly Gothic. I mean she was wearing a bit of eyeliner, but not a lot so that she looked tired or anything. It was cool; maybe it was natural or something.
"So," we were still smiling, "you like Korn?"
"Yeah," she beamed, "they're from my home town." She smiled even wider and looked down at her shirt, as if seeing it for the first time.
"You're Canadian?" I blinked. I don't think I know any Canadians.
"I'm Canadian," she confirmed, "and I'm Mountie." She offered her platinum- ringed hand.
"I'm Itey." We smiled a bit more. Then the bus came so we got on.
"What's a 'Mountie'?" it sounded familiar, "or who.........I mean, other than you."
She laughed, "'Mountie' is the short form for the RCMP—Royal Canadian Mounted Police. People in the US think that everyone in Canada are either Mounties of lumberjacks. And I'm not strong enough to be a lumberjack so people think I'm a Mountie. Where'd you get your name?"
I gestured at myself. "I'm Italian."
"Oh," she looked at me, "I guess you are." She smiled. This girl sure does smile a lot. Not that it's a bad thing; I think she must've worn braces at some time because her teeth are really straight. Mountie is the nicest girl I've met since coming to New York.
The bus stopped and we got off.
"Can I eat with you at lunch?" she called as I walked away.
"Sure," I grinned, "bring your friends too." Bumlets was probably going to be eating lunch with Spring.
She looked a little ashamed. "There aren't many heavy metal fans at this school. You're one of the few people like me I know. And no girls like Korn, that's for sure."
"OK, then it'll just be you and me."
She agreed, "you and me. I'll see you later."
A/n: introducing, MOUNTIE!!! She's the metal expert behind the fic, I owe my minimal expertise to her. R&R or you'll hurt poor Mountie's feelings!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- too bad about your teacher, my English teacher is AWESOME! I love English, I think I'll speak it for the rest of my life...
(Friday)
Itey's PoV
Racetrack called me early this morning to tell me he wouldn't be driving me this morning. Ever since his dad (who didn't seem too bad) and his brother (who I didn't meet) arrived out of nowhere he hasn't been at school. Apparently, his dad made him go to horseback riding lessons and today they're going out for a family brunch.
His brother wears his underwear around the house and swears at his mom.
I can't judge for sure, but Race is the nicest, richest kid I've ever known, but he has an uber-dysfunctional family.
His dad is suddenly trying so hard to act like a caring family man. I don't know who he's trying to prove anything to, I'm sure Race's brother is used to him in the seemingly uncaring way he's been doing things so far. It just seems so.........so dishonest.
I wish Racetrack would tell me what's going on in his house but I guess that's a bit much to expect. We haven't known each other for even two weeks, maybe he doesn't think we're good enough friends.
So instead I took the bus to school and I've decided that taking the bus is the best way to meet people. I saw three people at the bus stop alone.
"Hello." I said.
Two of them nodded and the other—a girl—turned to face me, "oh, hi. Are you new here?"
I didn't answer immediately, I was shocked to notice that she was wearing a Korn t-shirt. That's when I noticed she was also wearing wide, straight- legged pants, a chain necklace to which dozens of guitar picks were attached, a spiky leather watch, and several thin, black bracelets. Her hair was really long and dirty blonde, she had pulled it back into a braid, revealing her ear piercings.
"Well?" she fought to make eye contact, "are you?"
"Oh, uh, my ride couldn't make it so I'm here."
She smiled and we looked at each other for a while. It was really obvious that she was a heavy metal 'follower', but it looked like she'd mixed some Goth in with it. I don't know how to describe it because she wasn't outwardly Gothic. I mean she was wearing a bit of eyeliner, but not a lot so that she looked tired or anything. It was cool; maybe it was natural or something.
"So," we were still smiling, "you like Korn?"
"Yeah," she beamed, "they're from my home town." She smiled even wider and looked down at her shirt, as if seeing it for the first time.
"You're Canadian?" I blinked. I don't think I know any Canadians.
"I'm Canadian," she confirmed, "and I'm Mountie." She offered her platinum- ringed hand.
"I'm Itey." We smiled a bit more. Then the bus came so we got on.
"What's a 'Mountie'?" it sounded familiar, "or who.........I mean, other than you."
She laughed, "'Mountie' is the short form for the RCMP—Royal Canadian Mounted Police. People in the US think that everyone in Canada are either Mounties of lumberjacks. And I'm not strong enough to be a lumberjack so people think I'm a Mountie. Where'd you get your name?"
I gestured at myself. "I'm Italian."
"Oh," she looked at me, "I guess you are." She smiled. This girl sure does smile a lot. Not that it's a bad thing; I think she must've worn braces at some time because her teeth are really straight. Mountie is the nicest girl I've met since coming to New York.
The bus stopped and we got off.
"Can I eat with you at lunch?" she called as I walked away.
"Sure," I grinned, "bring your friends too." Bumlets was probably going to be eating lunch with Spring.
She looked a little ashamed. "There aren't many heavy metal fans at this school. You're one of the few people like me I know. And no girls like Korn, that's for sure."
"OK, then it'll just be you and me."
She agreed, "you and me. I'll see you later."
A/n: introducing, MOUNTIE!!! She's the metal expert behind the fic, I owe my minimal expertise to her. R&R or you'll hurt poor Mountie's feelings!