Chapter 2: Good Morning

"The time is 6:00 in the morning" Megana heard her clock radio drone in a sorry attempt to wake her up. "We've got some "Bowling for Soup' comin' right at ya here, for all who have to go back to school today, good luck and have a great year." The DJ put on Megana's favorite song, "1985", about a woman who's life is stuck in the past.

Megana got up, took a shower, and got dressed. She went downstairs for breakfast. Her parents were sitting at the kitchen table. John was reading the business section of the Weekly Press, the town's newspaper. Erica was sitting opposite him and reading the new issue of Reader's Digest.

"Good morning my freshman." John greeted her looking over his paper at her.

"Hi Daddy." She replied sitting down and pouring herself a bowl of Cheerios.

"You look nice today sweetie" Erica told her handing her the milk jug.

Megana liked the fact that her parents excepted the way she dressed. Rachelia's parents, on the other hand, couldn't stand how she dressed and made it known. They often tried taking her to places like the Banana Republic or Wet Seal but she would just either change the clothes to fit her style or sell them to the preps at school.

"Aren't you going to eat any more sweetie?" Erica went on after seeing Megana eat just one bowl of cereal.

"No thanks." She replied picking up her backpack. She kissed her mom and dad good-bye and left.

Once Megana was on the drive way pavement she quickly got out her CD player. She walked down the street listening to one of her favorite bands. "Simple Plan" As the punk rock music blared in her ears she stood waiting for the bus to come and whisk her away to her most hated place. Rhelmstown High.

Rhelmstown High was just like any other high school. The many cliques and groups could be found in any school involving the human race. There were the jocks, the preps, the nerds, the geeks, the posers, R.O.T.C members, and finally them; the Goths. The school was founded in the 1940's and it looked like it too. Some of the classrooms and hallways were condemned. The walls were crumbling to the ground. It was a rat's dream but a teacher's nightmare.

The bus pulled up and she got on. Immediately Megana saw Rachelia and sat with her. Rachelia was slightly taller than Megana

"Four more years!" she yelled as Megana sat down.

"Tell me about it." She replied.

Rachelia was 15 as well as Megana. She was hyper at times but was still one of the coolest people she knew. She had short black hair and freckles. Rachelia loved fire. She would light dozens of candles in her room. She once dipped her hand in lighter fluid and lit it on fire. The weird part was, she never got burned.

"Let me see you schedule." Megana demanded as she got out hers and examined them both. "We have science, algebra, and lunch together."

"Really?" Rachelia asked, "Nice!"

"So," Megana started giving her back the paper, "how's Kei these days? "

"Fine I guess, he hasn't called in a while."

"He's probably busy, you know what risks you took dating a guy that is home schooled."

"I know. I know." She replied "Come on let's go."

They had arrived.