Chapter Three
"Larissa," Alex chirped happily from the bottom of the stairs, "time for breakfast." Alex was my mother and is happily married to my dad. My real dad…had an accident. No one really knows what happened to him but it tore us apart. But since "dad" is nice and Alex seems happy so that's all I care about.
I got out of bed and suddenly plummeted to the ground. That seemed to wake me up. I got up shook it off and headed to the showers. I looked out our little window and saw darkness… I guess it was early? I immersed my self in the steamy water and let go. It was the only place I could think straight. Then I remembered. I had school. Great… I forced my self to turn the water off and went back to my room. I glanced over to the clock that read 7:00. Good I still had a half-hour. Half in a daze, I threw on clothes and observed my choices in the mirror. A deep violet shirt that had a light, swooping curve below the neck with classic skintight jeans. I had an antique locket that adorned my neck. I looked fine. So then I threw on my backpack full of new school materials and headed towards the car. With a quick "see-ya later," I was off.
My car. It seemed to be my favorite possession. My real dad left his car to me and now I have a bright yellow porshe. I call it my happy car since I can drive how fast I want and the color just is a pick me up. I felt the steering wheel. The power I felt when for once, I was in control of something and didn't have to stay behind and listen to everyone else. I turned on the engine and the purr of the car was enough to make me feel this day was going to be great. Then I got in the parking lot and everything changed. Small town. I forgot! I don't think any one owns a sports car in a 200-mile radius from here. So why should this new city girl own one. This would be just perfect.
I was met by stares… and my car was too. Without looking back I just put the key over my shoulder and locked it. The sound of the beeping from the car and me putting on my sunglasses when it was clearly about to rain (to avoid the public eye) clearly set them over the edge. I had twenty minutes until class and I was not going to let some curious people ruin my day so I sat myself down on top of a picnic table. I guess was considered to be pretty. But in the city, I was apparently nothing compared to the bleach(ed) blonde and perfect everything (thank god for plastic surgeons, eh?) girls. My dirty blonde hair cascaded along my shirt and then I started to play with my hair (no twirling or flipping, no worries…). I saw some boys look at me funny, weirdly. They were probably curious about who I was and then get over this so I would wait. I got up from table and walked over to the office where I was handed my schedule, no words, just having papers shoved in my chest. I read over the papers and it was just my schedule and some papers I needed to get signed by my teachers. Then the bell rang and off I went to, let me see, math with Mrs. Castenova. Fun? I followed my schedule around until I had lunch. Well, it wasn't raining outside so I decided I would sit out on my table again. Then I noticed that people were staring at me again. Fun. I got my lunch as quick as possible (just water and an apple) and headed outside. I wouldn't be the only one to eat my lunch outside. Some other people were so I decided I wouldn't be the only one. So, I just sat by myself and ate. I was soon done so I just threw it out and changed my seating venue to the hood or my car, right in front of the school. Some boys came up to me, a group of them.
"Hey," the bravest one of the group said in order to get my attention. I looked up and saw them lingering over my car. They started to push the people next to them and giggle like old women.
"Hey?" I said puzzled, wondering why they came to talk to me.
"Are you new?" said the stocky one with brown hair that looked like it hadn't been washed for a year.
"Ya, I just started today," I explained. They seemed to have wide grins and happy ideas… I didn't like where this is going. "I gotta go," I spit out and walked away, the less words the better.