We Are Meant To Be •Slow Updates•

The Beginning

Audrey's P.O.V. 

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Urge, first day of senior year and I have no clue what to wear. I had my outfit all picked out yesterday, but when I woke up this morning and I took a look in the mirror and decided that was not going to be good enough, or cover enough. 

I am definitely not the normal high school kid. Most of those girls in high school wear nice clothes that dress to impress. Me on the other hand don't care what I wear, as long as it's comfy, and cute. 

Finally after what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes I had picked out my outfit for today. My red skinny jeans, with my favorite shirt that had a cat jumping out of a box with colours of blue, pink, and yellow on it. Also with graffiti words and letters all around and to top it all off my blue converse shoes, my idea of the perfect outfit. 

I glance around my room, and its a complete mess. My clothes all over that used to be all nice and neatly folded up in my dresser are now scattered over my carpeted floor, and my king sized bed. After I take analysis of the mess I made that I have to clean up when I get home, I turn around and look at my hello kitty alarm clock sitting on the small brown wooden table next to my bed. 

7:20 

Crap, if I don't get going now I'm going to be late for my first day, what a great way to impress the teachers. I run out of my room that's on the third floor of our small three story house. The first floor is ground level, and it goes up from there. 

Only floor that we don't count is the basement, but I like to call it the dungeon. Just because of the look and smell of it, if someone ever needed a dungeon for a party or anything else we would be the house to come to. 

I race down the carpeted stairs, turn to my left, open the door and race out to my car. It's parked in the driveway, because we only had a one door garage which my mom's car currently occupied. My car wasn't that big of a deal just a small junker that was cheap, a small dark blue Chevy Vega. Probably the worst car on the world, but it was all we could afford. I hopped into the front seat, and started it up.

By the time I got to school the place was packed, I only found one spot in the parking lot, and squeezed my car into it. Just when I was almost all the way into the spot, my right review mirror scratched the car next to mine. 

"Shit.." I muttered underneath my breath. 

Hopefully the person who owns that car won't notice the little scratch in their drivers side door. I got out and checked it out, luckily it was small and barely noticeable. I speed to the high school as fast as my small legs could carry me. When I was just about to pass the line between the parking lot and the sidewalk a motorcycle zoomed at me and I had to jump out the way to avoid getting hit. 

"What the hell was that? You could've killed me with that dumb thing! Would you watch where you are going next time?" 

I exploded on the mystery person, who was still wearing the helmet. They finally hopped off and they reached up to take off the helmet. Unlatched it and took off the black helmet, and the person I saw was amazing.