high school life

The New Kid

"oh, is that all you want? id be more then happy too."  breaths the brown curvy temptres as she starts lowering to her knees and slidding her hands down my chest. as she gets to my belt she looks up "mark, mark! mark! wake u- ew what is that!" screams a voice that does not belong to the temptres but my sister. a pain only described by being shot in the crouch by a tank bullet that explodes on impact and desolves what ever it touches with satens acid seaman exploding in my croch as my 9 year old sister punches at what ever was making the covers rise just below my stomach.

"holy shit!" i scream as i retract my body into a fetal position grabing my buisness. my sister, aria, is standing above me at the side of my bed with a puzzled look.

" first" she snarls,"im telling you cursed, secound, im pretty sure there was something in your bed and thanks to me, it is gone."

"what are you even doing in here?" i gasps still trying to recover from my unwelcomed blow.

" dad sent me to wake you up, you have an hour before you need to be at the bus stop, you dont want to miss the bus on your first day"

my name is mark benson. im 15 and brown eyed, carmal skinned, and have black hair. ive just moved to washington from oklahoma to be with my biological dad. this is got to be the most stressful change that i have encounterd in my life, and i have been to 7 diffrent schools; and im only going into freshmen year. this should be fun.

i step out of my house into the grey dem lit morning with a grey hoodie, grey super sonics snap back on backwards, and dark jeans with grey and white chuck taylers on. the wind stings my face as i come out of my drive way on foot and head down the street twords where my dad said the bus stop should be. i reach in to my pocket and pull out my pack of cigaretts and slide one in between my lips. not my prefureed tobaco prodect but it hits the spot in a time of need. i replace the pack in my hand with a lighter and the small object gives birth to a half inch flame that turns the white tip of my square black then ash white as i inhale death. i embrase the buzz from the nicotine and start my journy down the slight decline the road has on my way to the bus stop taking casual drags on my square as i walk. as i walk something moving in the distance on the sidwalk in frount of me catches my eye. i squint to get a better picture and can make out a silouete walking about 30 feet in frount of me. i quickin my stride in an atempt to get a better look. as i get closer i can make out light blue jeans sitting atop light brown timberlands with a grey hoodie with the hood up. that, is defanitly a girl. i need to get a better look. im praying she looks just as good up front then she does from behind cuz boy am i liking the curvs i see. she is walking in the same diraction as me so that means that she has to be going to my bus stop, right? or is that just wishful thinking? i mean why else would a young lady such as herself be out at 7 o clock in the morning on a monday walking to a highschool bus stop? i keep walking down the hill and take the last drag of my cancer stick and flick it in front of me on the sidwalk and step on it as i pass. she stops at a small intersection by a light pole and i can make out other figures around her about a dozen feet away. i walk past her trying not to be to obviouse i see her and stop about 6 or 7 yards from her. she has her hands in her hoodie pockets and her head down still with her hood on. just then i feel a hand rest on my shoulder and a pull back that spins me around almost landing me sprawled on the ground. " thought you could just do me like a bitch and then peel out? i told you to watch where you go fam, why you bacc on this side?" a stringy dark skinned boy wearing a solid long sleave shirt with a black snap back and skinny jeans with a pair of retro jordens, red and white, stood with his chest puffed and an angry face huffed as he inched twords me. my whole life i had been told to never instagate a fight but to always protect my self. to NEVER let anyone put their hands on me. the most important rule in my house was rule 1. come home. i quickly slid my right foot back, squared my shoulders and brought my hands too chin level openly ready to counter any punches the boy was ready to attempt to throw. as soon as i did the boys eyes widdend and he pulled his hands up " my bad fam, sorry i thought you were someone else" he slowly took acouple of steps back and i slowly let my gaurd down cautios of any games he might be up to. i looked around and everyone within a 50 feet radias had their head turned and stairing at us, inclouding the girl in the grey hoodie. i could tell she was looking this way from her body positioning but the shadow from her hood made it hard to make out anything but her mouth and i could see the faintest trace of a smirk across her lips. i was snapped back to the pressent when the boy started speaking again. "aye i aint never seen you round here before, you geting picked up by the BHS bus?" all of the boys agresion had slipped away and he now had somewhat of a playful expression worn on his face.

" yeah, i just moved up here this summer from down south." i said still trying to read his body languege for any sighn of danger.

" oh bet, thats wasup im perres." perres extands his hand to his side and we slap palms and shake

" im mark, nice to meet you" i said trying to get a look at the girl again.  

" what grade you in?" perres asks me.

" freshmen " i give up trying to see her and turn to perres.

" cool, me too. so , do you know anyone here or is bellingham completly new to you?"

" you the first name ive heard out my family, man" i say shaking my head. i catch the bus rounding the corner out the corner of my eye and perres picks up on my stair and follows it to the bus.

" you can come to the back an sit with me i got some homies you can meet."

"ight bet" im surprised on how he went from wanting to kill me to having me sit with him in just five minutes, and i havnt even know him for a full five minutes. the bus pulls up and the kids file on one by one .once perres gets on i follow and land two seats from the back ,in the isle seat and perres next to me on the window seat.

" max! aye this my nigga mark, he just came into town." perres says to a skinny white kid with ray ban glasses and a snap back on backwards.

" wasup man" max says exstending his hand

"wasup" we shake and he turns to perres and starts talking, im to buisy scanning the bus for the girl from the bustop. i see her across the isle three seats up in the isle seat talking to somone across on my side of the asle. she has taking her hood off and i can see all of her face. her beautiful face. she had briliant big blue eyes, dirty blound hair with a patite slightly upward curved nose. she looked over and we locked eyes. my stomach felt like it just tightend so much it could squeez coal to dimounds but i couldnt look away. she put on a small smile that warmed me from the center of my chest. i was ripped back to earth by perres taping the side of my arm.

" and you arnt going to belive how i met this nigga," perres was talking about me to max." so you know daniels party on friday right? well you remember that goof that was mugging the squad and talking hella shit that i ended up posting up with but he ran out?" max starts looking at me suspicously then his eyes go wide

"you?" max eclaims .

"no no no no, this aint him but he look hella like him huh"

"now that you say somthing he does"

" exacly!" perres said as he slaps me in the arm playfully. i dont know if i like how casually he puts his hands on me, it might just be from before but i dont know. " i charged this nigga up at the bus stop thinking it was him but mark posted, something that dude never did so i took a closer look and realized that he wasnt him!" the bus pulled up to the frount of the school and everyone started standing up. my mystory girl looked back and we locked eyes one more time before she walked off the bus and started up the sidwlk to the frount doors of the school. me perres and max filed off the bus and i stopped.

" i have to go to the office to get my schedule ill catch you guys later" i said while shaking each hand

" ight, catch me at the start of lunch and you can come kick it with us"

" ight i will " i turned and started for the office doors right inside the frount doors. the whole wall infrount of the office is glass and i can see right through. and standing right there, was my mystory girl.