Hey guys! Yesterday, while I was waiting to get my tooth pulled, this story popped into my head. I don't know why, and don't even bother asking lol. It just did. I'm not even sure if I'm going to continue it...unless you all like it. Uhm, comment and tell me what you think. Should I continue it...or forget about it? You tell me. Pretty please?
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Chapter One: A Reunion of Sorts
It wasn't everyday you move back to the place that was the bane of your existence. I can remember back to the ninth grade. I was attending Noble Jr. High School. I wasn't just your regular freshman. No. I was the fat nerd with the huge bottle cap glasses, clothes that weren't in fashion, not to mention that I had my nose stuck in a book everywhere I went. I was constantly teased, mocked, made fun of-you name it and I was the butt of it. About half way through my freshman year, though, my father, General John Fitz Patrick, had an assignment and we moved to France. It was a good thing though because the teasing and mocking were starting to get to me.
So now, my senior year of high school, we were moving back to Fall River, Massachusetts and for once, I'm not dreading it. Since the move, I've changed my entire look. My hair was no longer a mousy brown, uncontrollable frizzy mess. I no longer wear my bottle cap glasses, and I've since lost the weight. My hair was now straight and I dyed it a black with fire engine red highlights within. You could actually see my hazel eyes with the green and yellow specks. And, I'm now down to a size six. Which I think is great since I'm about five-six. I wasn't complaining either when my chest size grew. I had to smile at myself. I've been working so hard to change, and now that I have I'm kind of excited to see everyone's reaction. Including, and most especially, Jacob Ortego, also known as, Jax. I could think of so many ways to repay him for the torment he subjected me to since grade school. He was mean and cruel, and always thought he was the best at everything. He was, but that was so not the point. He was the all around hot shot, and now I can see him as the king of Royal High School.
Speaking of which, I was going to be late getting to Royal if I didn't stop thinking about the past and start getting ready for school. As I was getting up, I heard the General yell, "Elizabeth, you are going to be late." God, I hate it when he calls me Elizabeth. It always brought back the horrible memories of the past. Now, I go by Libby, and have since the move. "Be down here at 0700 hours," the General continued, using his stupid military time.
I rolled my eyes and looked at my alarm clock. It read: 6:15AM. That was good. I quickly made use of my shower, and then brushed my teeth. I put on my light-wash denim mini-skirt and a cute red tank and a black cardigan that tied in the front, only I just left it open. Next, I put on my black flats. I put on make-up, not a lot, but enough to make my eyes pop, and a pink tinted lip-gloss. Looking in the mirror, I decided that I looked great. Glancing once more at my alarm clock, it read: 6:57AM. Just in time. I grabbed my side bag and walked out of my bedroom.
I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the General was sitting at the head of the table, reading the newspaper, a coffee cup next to him.
"Good morning, General."
He lowered the newspaper and said, "You're going to be late for school."
I pfft and said, "I'm not in a hurry. I'm taking my bike."
The General narrowed his eyes. "I don't see why you have to take that thing."
I rolled my eyes. My bike was my baby. It was the same love I used to share with my mother-before she died last year. Now, it was all I had left of her. And I treated Maggie like a freakin' queen-even though she was a bike.
"It's my form of transportation."
"What about your car?"
Ha, the car. Because the General thought the motorcycle was dangerous, he bought me a Nissan 350Z. It was a shiny, sleek silver, and had only been driven a handful of times. I didn't really care for it since I had my bike.
"I like Maggie better," I said.
"Be careful." The General wouldn't take Maggie away because he knew how much it meant to me, but that didn't mean he couldn't be on my case about her every single day.
"I always am," I say as I make my way over to the coat closet. I pulled out my black, form-fitting leather riding jacket and my motorcycle helmet. "I'll see you after school."