Sierra stood outside the open car door staring inside of the buttery, brown leather interior. It looked pretty decent inside with reclining chairs and a nice little CD Player. She guessed it might even have air conditioning. That was always nice. However, she did not want to get into that car.
"Get in the car Sierra", her sister Callie insisted.
"No", Sierra insisted back.
Callie sighed and tapped her black, spiked stilettos on the pavement.
" You'll love it there."
"Liar"
"I promise"
"Liar"
Sierra didn't care how much her sister begged and pleaded she was not getting into that car and driving off to some school where no one knew anything. Nope. The only way she was getting back into that car was if it was going to bring her all the back home. Where her parents and friends and real school were. Not in this messed up part of Canada with her just fresh out of college, twenty-two year old sister and her brand new house that smelled of cat pee.
No one believed that Sierra could handle herself back home. Everyone thought that by moving it would all be easier to deal with. She could deal with everything in a stress-free environment at a new school and make new friends. But Sierra could handle it. Really she could.
She could deal with going back to live with her parents and her little brother even after what she did to them. She could go back to walking back into her old school and facing everyone. Facing the gossip and the rumors. She could. Really. Expect for the part where no one thought she could.
Sierra watched as Callie ran her hands over her hair again and again. Callie's hair was shoulder length and bleached a much lighter blonde then its original color. It had once been long, flowing all the way down her back. But she had cut it once she got to college so that it now just barely reached her shoulders. Sierra knew that she had done it in order to make herself more "mature" looking. However, it was actually kind of sad how her sister would do something like that to herself.
"Sierra why couldn't you have dressed up a little on your first day? That would have been nice. But you never seem to put any effort into anything!", Callie complained.
Sierra looked down at her outfit. She wore a pair of tan cutoffs, an olive green tank top, and a pair of beat up black flip-flops. Her dirty blonde hair fell down her back. She wore no make-up expect a little Vaseline on her lips. Sierra thought she looked kind of nice. From the way Callie was regarding her in disgust, she realized otherwise.
"Sierra please just get in the car. I'm going to be late for work and I just started! I do not need this right now. I really don't. Now please. Just get in the car."Callie said sounding tired.
Sierra groaned and got in the car. She hated fighting with her sister. She thought that living with her might be kind of OK. Being sixteen and leaving with a twenty-two year old was kind of cool. She sighed and leaned her head back against the seat as her sister started the car and backed out of the driveway.
They went down the road and soon were at the front of Degrassi Community School. Sierra looked at the building. She noticed the kids. Some were rushing to get to class while others were strolling along like they could care less. She looked and spotted a very hot guy on his way in the building.
"See ya Cal!" Sierra yelled jumping out of the car and rushing off to find him.
Ok so maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
