Ok so, I live in Brooklyn Center. Yay I know lame name. But that's not want I'm trying to talk about, so shut up! I'm trying to talk about my last year in high school, where I accidentally bumed into the schools bad boy. It all started last year at the first day of school.
"Get up or your going to be late for your first day of school!" That was my mom. She just loves to yell at me.
"I'm coming," I yelled back.
I ran down stairs and started putting stuff in my bag, when I smelled pancakes! They are my favorite! So when I finished packing my bag, I ran to the table where my brother Riley was sitting.
"Ah! Do you always have to ruin my meals Riley?"
"Do you always have to.. to...."
"Have to what Riley?" I said with a evil smile.
"Have to have an ugly face? Ha!"
I pretended to have my feelings hurt, and put my hand to my my heart and said
"That really hurt Riley! I never knew baby Riley could be so mean," I said with a little to much sarcasm.
"Serves you right," he said with a smile. Still thinking he won. That's won one thing I like about him, he's so dumb.
Ok, so I got to school and everyone was catching up. Asking about what they did this summer. Well, for me I had friends, but onl one was my best. And her name is Jena. She has brownish black hair, brown eyes, about 5 feet 6 inches, and has a awesome personality.
"Hey Rachel, Rachel, RACHEL!"
"What I said hey the first time but you had your music in. So you couldn't hear me,"
"What ever get your stuff out of your locker, WHICH IS RIGHT NEXT TO MINE! And let's get to home room where going to be late!"
"Jena I don't care if where late, remember?"
"What ever. I do, so let's go!"
We made it to homeroom just in time. But the worst part was that I had the meanest teacher, to me a least. His name is Mr. Olson, he has brown hair and blue eyes. He hates my guts and I hate his. Jena just walked straight up to him and said hi with a smile, he smiled back. When it came for me to say hi, all I did was give him a smirk and said hi.
So after my morning classes I was finally at lunch. But I had to drop my stuff off. When I finished I was walking to the lunch room, when I run into Ryder Brown. The schools bad boy.
"Hey watch it! You little..." He trailed off.
"What? Never seen a bad girl before?" I asked not really caring.
"No, not really." He said.
"What ever. What's your name." I asked.
"Ryder. Shouldn't you know that." Ryder said.
"No." I lied fluently.
"Really." He asked shocked.
"Ya. Bye I have to go to class."
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The Bad Boy And The Bad Ass
Teen FictionOk so I'm Rachel Moore, and I've almost made it though high school with out drawing the attention of Ryder Brown. The schools bad boy. Till the first day of Senior year, I was walking to my locker when...