Wonderful.

~('')~ The Calling ~('')~

Mom and dad isn't separated, but the distance that keeps them away due to work is saddening.

More to the fact because its my mom who suffers. I can't speak for Ben, but I'm sure he's in the same way.

"Hey we're here."

I look to my left where mom smiles. Behind her through the window pane is the big building we call Graceview Highschool.

"Thanks mom."

Amy does the usual motherly kiss and I response in the daughter way.

Soon I'm just myself, in the middle of a whole parking lot, waiting for friends.

'Car Riding Noises'

Being interrupted by the roaring car engine sounds makes me turn my head beside me where four same haired girls crowd inside the same Lamborgini, the classics.

The silver piece in front glistens at the same moment the heavily maintained, more less flawed and flamboyant group of people gets out of the vehicle's mouth.

Tayla and her army.

Soft looking lips run over with too much lip gloss, feathery layers of plastic, fiber eyelash, and expensive all overs are the things composing them with their could also be only think rich brains.

Silent killer, sharp edge heels, shorter than short tees, tank tops, denim rips and mini skirts. This flock of people can completely turn the word fashion to over whorrish, immodest and nonsense if they wish for it.

The moment they grab their bag, Tayla their proclaimed leader whisks her hair at the coverage area of her minions behind the car's one seater front row.

It must be a custom part for brains like hers.

She hangs her bag but it's after the three has already exit her car. I see the ego circling her head more revealing than her too oversized body parts.

The life of a highschooler starts this day again.

They leave the lot and eventually my friends replace their presence as they come swiping their fingers behind my back.

"Hey Cassie."

I turn and its Jess. Chelsea's beside her stilly focused at her notepad.

"Hey Jess. Hey Chelsea."

Nothing seems different on them except the bear print sweater C wears and the black cardigan Jess has on. They usually go bare shoulders so its strange to notice it change.

"So, why are you looking over at the Candy queens?" J speaks, looking over to the harlot-ish parade, her eyes trying to discern something there.

"Nothing. Just admiring the common entertainment in this parking lot."
"Aha right."

Her eyes switch stare to me, her lips doing a side lip smile, adding

"So, off we go?"

Her invite but one can see Chelsea isn't that eager to.

"Well I guess you should look beside you and opinionate again,"

I muster returning the lip sided smile. Jess squints before agreeing to glance at her.

"Hey Chelsea, you coming?"

She words out, and the phone typist gets shocked back to the real world presently raw from the coming back ride from her own.

"Huh oh yes." C answers fondling her phone in her denim skirt pocket, drawing out a now empty hand.

"Well seems we're cleared out now." J starts again giving Chelsea the look of disappointment that leads C to place her head down.