If you think your life is messed up, try living as me for a day. Then you'll know what messed up really means.
"Why did we have to move?" I asked my mom on the first day at my new school. I used to go to a small town where no one would bother me. But now I go to a big fancy city school where I'm sure to be the laughing stock.
"I thought it would be best if we tried something different for once," my mom said. I was sitting at the counter while she made me some pancakes. She was trying to make me feel better but it just made me feel worse.
"But nothing was wrong with my old school. Besides, it's just the two of us," I explained. My mom sighed and put down the plate in front of me.
"There are some things, sweetie, which you'll never understand. I'm trying to protect you." I raised an eyebrow at her.
"From what?" I asked. My mom looked down at her watch and jumped.
"Oh! Hurry up and eat or you'll be late, Bridge." I sighed and finished my pancakes. That's what my mom always does. She says we're running late when she doesn't want to answer a question. But I can't blame her. I do the same thing.
I grabbed my tan bag and ran outside. It was beautiful out and the sun was already in the sky. My bike was still out from yesterday so I'll take that to school. I tied up my army green converses and rolled down my red skinny jeans. If someone saw me from far away, they'd think I was a guy. I was wearing a black and gray hoodie with the hood up. All of the other city kids were driving their sports cars and convertibles.
I used to live in a small town but now moved to Rodama City. The population was more than I could even count. Or anyone, for that matter. My mom and I moved to the snooty part of the city, with the rich kids and expensive houses. I didn't fit very well with these kinds of people.
I started up the black motorcycle and put of the black helmet. It was the kind of bike that was sleek and fast. It was my kind of bike. My mom bought it last year as a sweet sixteen birthday present. I've never been in a car accident, but there's a scratch on the side that just appeared there.
The engine roared to life and I pulled out from the driveway. A couple cars honked at me as I pulled out in front of them. I ignored them and went on my way, going faster than the speed limit, toward the school.
When I got the school, I parked next to a pink Porsche. There were a couple of platinum blondes in short shorts and tank tops doing their makeup. They looked over at me when I pulled in. I ignored them but smirked when I heard their conversation.
"Is that the new kid?" the driver asked.
"Nobody said he was cute," said the other.
"I've got first dibs!" cried the driver. I looked over at them and they squealed. I tried to keep from laughing as I pulled off my helmet. Their reactions were priceless and I flashed them a smile.
"So, which one had dibs?" They looked at each other and rolled their eyes. They got out of the car and pushed by me as they walked to the school.
I laughed and locked up the tires and grabbed my bag. I swung it over my shoulders and headed into the school.
When I walked in through the front doors, I knew immediately that I was not welcomed here. Everyone was staring at me like I had some deadly disease or something. A few guys elbowed each other and stared me down. Some girls gossiped and snickered behind my back. It was a typical high school.
I reached my locker and set down my bag to do the combination. I noticed out of the corner of my eye a group of boys watching me. The one who seemed to be the leader watched my every move. I turned and looked at him.
"See something?" I asked. He walked toward me with an air of importance. He had dirty blonde hair and Caribbean blue eyes. I assumed he must be the It guy in this school. And I knew that this was the guy that was going to give me the most trouble.
"So, you're the new girl." It wasn't a question. "Mind telling me your name?" He leaned up against the locker next to mine and smirked. Lucky for me, I've dealt with guys like him before.
"The name's Bridge. As in, build a bridge and get over it when I break your heart," I replied. I crossed my arms and matched his gaze. The group of boys stood there with their mouths open. The guy stood up straighter.
"I'm Alastair Trulane," he said. I raised an eyebrow.
"And that's supposed to mean anything to me?" I asked. He made a noise in the back of his throat.
"It means that my parents of the richest people in this city and I can do whatever I want." He leaned in close and his breath was warm on face. It smelled like mint and cologne. I leaned back to try not to choke on it.
"You know, I have this personal space issue. Would be so kind as to GET OUT OF MY FACE?!" I asked. Alastair leaned back and started to walk away.
"If you need anything Bridge, I'm here." He held out his arms to me as if I was going to just run to them. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my things in my locker. If all of the boys in this school are like that, then this is going to be fun.
I checked my schedule and saw that I had chemistry in room 306. I grabbed my books and continued down the hall. I got a few more stares but nothing to make me want to punch someone. Which probably wouldn't be a good idea on the first day of school.
"Watch out!" someone yelled from behind me. I turned and saw a girl with shoulder length brown hair and a stack of books run toward me. She tried to slow down but we ended up crashing together. All of her books and papers spread across the floor and she tried to pick them up.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry…" she said over and over. We gathered the rest of her things and she stood up. She was dressed in a simple black t-shirt with dark jeans and big black glasses.
"I'm really sorry about this," she said again. I laughed and plucked a pencil out of her hair.
"What for? It was just an accident," I said. She grinned and we walked down the hall.
"I'm Quorra," she told me.
"Bridge." She nodded as if she already knew who I was.
"You're new, right? Welcome to Rodama City. Let me guess, junior?" I nodded. It was strange how she knew that. "Well, I'm a sophomore. But I take most junior classes. Maybe we'll have some together. Where are you going now?" Quorra asked.
"Chemistry, room 306." She smiled and we went up the stairs.
"That's where I'm headed too!" she said. Quorra seemed like a good kid, except I saw something in her eyes. It looks like she was trying to hide something through her simplicity. Maybe she'll tell me at some point. Because I was dying to know.
When we reached the class room, I took a spot near the back while Quorra sat near the front. As the other kids started to take their spots, I still saw their stares. Why was everyone looking at me strangely?
"So we meet again." The chair next to me moved and I looked over. Alastair sat down next to me and stretched out with his hands behind his head.
"Oh great, its little rich kid. How's life going for you?" I asked sarcastically. He flashed a smile. I thought I heard some swooning all around from other girls. But I think it was my imagination. That was until the pink Porsche driver came up to the table.
"Hey Alastair. Making friends with the new girl?" she asked. She sat at the corner of the table and fluttered her eyelashes. I didn't know eyelashes could move that quickly. Alastair seemed unfazed by them, though.
"What's up Diamond? Have you met my friend Bridge yet?" She looked over at me and I thought I saw a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
"No, I haven't," she said through clenched teeth. She tore her gaze away from me and flipped her hair. I tried to stop from laughing.
"So, Alastair. That party tonight. Are you still going?" He grinned.
"Of course I would D, wouldn't miss it. But I still don't have a date." Alastair looked over at me and his eyes reeked of mischief. I knew what he was going to do instantly. He wouldn't dare.
"You want to go to a party tonight Bridge," he asked me. I looked over at Diamond. She was glaring daggers at me. Now, I'm not one for parties. Especially not with this guy. But anything to make sparks fly…
"Sure, why not?" I said. Diamond smiled, but it was forced.
"Perfect. See you two tonight." She sashayed away to her desk. Alastair looked at me and grinned. I punched him in the arm and he rubbed the spot.
"What was that for?" he asked defensively.
"That was for hitting on me," I replied. But then I smiled.
"And the smile?"
"That's for showing me how to have a good time."