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Rating: Starts up around PG-13 then it'll make it's way higher.
I walked walked into West Roswell High and took a look around. I immediately labeled it 'crap' and walked into the admissions office. I looked at the bell on the front desk then at the woman on the phone.
She didn't even flinch.
Wow, not even a glance over the shoulder.
I took the bell and put it next to her ear. Bing Bing Bing Bing Bing Bing
She hurriedly hung up the phone and grabbed the bell away from me.
"What can I do for you?" She asks, her bright blue eyes shooting death rays into my dark ones.
I sense hostility.
"Schedule" I say, sticking out my hand. She gave a look before turning to her computer. "Name please"
She handed me my schedule and looked me over. "Your makeup is too dark and that tongue ring is not allowed." She said disgusted.
I slammed the door in her face.
I sat down at an empty lunch table and opened my bag. Empty.
I take this as a sign that good ole Uncle Pete is pissed about something.
Who needs lunch anyway?
Lunchless, I sit and stare at other people. Eventually I'm surrounded by empty tables. Hmm...it was fun while it lasted.
Suddenly a blonde...thing sits in front of me with a wide cheerful smile.
"You're new aren't you?"
"Aren't you observant"
She stares at me shocked for a second before sticking out her hand. "I'm Maria DeLuca"
"That's nice" I say yawning.
I stare at her hand. I wonder why she's sticking it out like that. It makes me wonder...
"Oh well, I guess I'll see you around." She says, taking her hand back and standing up.
I don't even look at her as she walks away.
"You look mean. I think I'll sit here." Another girl says sitting down.
"Comments like that make my heart beat again." I say without even looking up.
"Ava" Is all she says and I hear her open up a bag of chips and pop one in her mouth.
"So, you're Liz right?"
"One and only"
"Ava let's go" A tall dark haired guy comes up to us.
"Liz, this is Zan"
"Let's go" He growls.
"Isn't he welcoming." I say sarcastically. "I don't have time for your sh*t" He says and then looks over at me. His eyes grow big, as does mine. There's something about him, but I can't tell cause his eyes become steel again.
"And so sweet too" I say, taking a chip from Ava's bag.
"This tastes like it came out of some fat guy's ass" I say swallowing it down. "Sorry, tobasco" She says, packing up her things. "You're a smart ass aren't you?" She asks, smiling.
"I'm sorry, but asses don't come with brains, but good try though" I say, patting her on the shoulder. She laughs as she gets up. "A full blown one I see"
"Lata!" She calls as she follows the guy out of the school and into a jeep with another blonde and a guy with really bad hair.
I stare after them and shrug.
I walk into the "Crashdown Cafe" and almost double over laughing. Oh well, a job's a job. I walk up to the counter. Another bell.
Bing Bing Bing Bing
I, Elizabeth Parker, Have a problem...
That Maria girl comes running up and when she sees me, she smiles. "Hi, Can I help you?"
"You hiring?" I ask, looking down at my chipped black nails. "Yeah, actually we are" She says happily. My head hurts just listening to her. "Here you go" She says, handing me an application.
I fill it out and hand it in. "Thanks" I say and she smiles at me. "Do you want something to eat?"
I stick my hand in my pocket and pull out my money. $2.10
"You got anything for this much?" I ask. " Small Galaxy Fries are $1.50"
"Sure, why not?" I say in an angry tone. She stares at me and nods. I sit down at a booth and put my feet up on the other end.
"Hey" Ava says coming up to my table. "This is Rath, Lonnie, and you know Zan" She says pointing to each person. "You guys know Liz"
We said our hello's and my fries came out. They watched as I mixed ketchup with sweet 'n sour sauce and eat my fries. "That's nasty" Lonnie says, sitting down across from me. "Don't knock it till you've tried it" Lonnie takes a fry and tastes it. "Hey, it's pretty good." Zan stares at her then at me. I raise an eyebrow at him and he looks away.
"You can finish 'em. Gotta go'' And I'm gone.
I walk up to my trailer and open the door to the site of my uncle f*cking a local slut. Yes, Roswell, New Mexico apparently has them too. I walk past them and slam the door to my room.
It should disturb me to see my uncle doin it but I was traumatized at an early age. Nothing can break me. My mom's in jail for life for killing my cheating dad on Christmas morning. In front of me. What does that mean?
I'm as f*cked up as they come.
So, since Pete over there is my only living relative, I was shipped to New Mexico to live with him.