The car ride was pure torture. Not even two hours into the ride Blair and Blaze started fighting with each other. I swear, if someone saw them, they would think that they were sisters. They were fighting because, apparently, Blair's elbow was jammed into Blaze's side and Blair wouldn't move it. It was childish. They were acting like pups when one pup steals another's bone. I got angry and could feel my inner wolf rising. I could see my eyes changing from cranberry red to bright red. I was the alpha of the local pack in Boise City. It was mostly teenagers, but the town had high hopes that my pack would become the greater pack that the town needed. Being the alpha was great but, sometimes, Blair and Blaze don't take me seriously. It was mostly because we have been friends for so long. They took me seriously this time though. They saw my eyes, heard my warning growl, and instinctively stopped fighting. Their eyes turned blue as they looked down at the floor. I smiled and looked back at the road.
For the next eight and a half hours, there was no more fighting except for the occasionally mumble from the backseat. We listened to the radio as we rode down the highway. We stopped at two rest areas along the way, but we finally arrived at Santa welcome sign was, well, welcoming but, the back of the sign, not so much. Even though it was backwards, I could see through the rear-view mirror that Santa Carla was the "Murder Capitol of the World." How charming.
The streets were crowded with punks, surfer dudes, and a whole bunch of other kinds of people. Boy, we were definitely going to fit in here. We rented a beach house close to the boardwalk. It was a nice house. A living room, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms with two twin sized beds in each. Blair and Blaze didn't want to share a room. I definitely knew why. It took a lot of arguing and talking, but we finally came up with a sleeping arrangement. I would share a room with Blaze, while Sarah shared the other room with Blair. As we all put our bags into our rooms, I looked out the window and stared in awe. The sun had started to go down. We would have to put our things away later.
I walked out of the bathroom after taking a quick shower and found that my friends were all ready to go. Blair was wearing a dark grey long sleeve shirt that hung down on one shoulder, a pair of faded jean short shorts, and a pair of black ankle high converse. She wore her hair down with a red bow on the side and had on a bit of eyeliner and light pink lipstick. Blaze was wearing her favorite hot pink, long-sleeved belly shirt, a pair of blue jeans with faded knees and butt, and a pair of biker boots. She had her flame orange hair up in a ponytail and had her face made up like usual. Black eyeliner, pink blush, and red lipstick. She also had on orange eye shadow and mascara. To top it all off, she put on her favorite leather jacket. Blaze looked the definition of "Bad Girl". I smiled as I looked away from Blaze to see what Sarah had chosen to wear. I couldn't help but laugh. Sarah was wearing her usual plain orange t-shirt with a pair of tan skinny jeans, a pair of purple Adidas high tops, and a light purple zip up hoodie. She had her blonde hair up in a ponytail with her bangs off to the side of her face. She looked over at me after adjusting her hoodie and saw that I was still laughing. She gave me one of her " Knock it off or I'll pound you" looks and I said that I was only joking. She knew I was playing and laughed a little. I smiled at her as she walked out the door of the beach house. I followed her but stopped as I walked in front of the mirror that was in the living room. I saw my raven black hair framing my pale skinned face. I saw how my hair sat on my shoulders and went down to the middle of my back. As I looked at my hair, my eyes rested on my clothes. I was wearing a long-sleeved fish net shirt over a white tank top, a pair of ripped white skinny jeans, my black buckled knee-high converse, and my worn out leather jacket. My clothes definitely matched what the people of Santa Carla wore. My makeup did too. I had put on black eyeliner on the tops and bottom of my eyes, black mascara on my eyelashes, black eye shadow, and black lipstick. I liked the way I looked and smiled as I left the living room and went out the front door. The girls had taken the motorcycles out of the bed of the truck and the trailer by the time I locked the door. As I got on my bike, Blair started getting impatient. I ignored her and started my motorcycle. It felt good to feel the vibration of the motor. I hadn't taken my motorcycle out for a ride in months. I revved the motor one last time before riding off towards the boardwalk.