My Moment To Live

Chapter 4 - Street Cred

Back to school. Not dreading it but not welcoming it with open arms. Hopefully, maybe this time someone will actually care and will ask me if I am alright. Even if they say things like " You weren't in, hope you'd died". They still acknowledged the fact that I was not in school, which means I was noticed which was something that I never experienced often.

A new student has arrived and now I am not the new girl anymore I will not be targeted. That is what I pictured, a life where I wasn't singled out. Where I could go around the school without being pointed, prodded or poked at.

I imagined him to be a geeky kid with nerdy glasses and snot running down his nose. But I was wrong. Completely wrong. He was alright... To tell the truth he was overly alright. Perfect. He had hazel eyes that shone brightly when the light reflected in it. He was mixed race. His skin clear, not patchy and no spots visible for miles.

He had a jet black leather jacket. A plain blue shirt that stuck to his chest tightly. Gripping his muscles, defining them, it was like looking at something in HD. His pants weren't started at the top of his left. They started at a respectable length.

I was going to make friends with the snotty nosed new kid as well. But he is way out of my league. I bet he does not even know I exist. I am one girl in a class full of girls who were more beautiful than me. Girls that were all size zero. Although I wasn't massive. I still stood out because I had curves and I was a size eight. Which was like commiting an unforgiveable crime.

To my surprise, I was the first person he came up to. He said "hi" his voice sending shivers down my spine and in my head I thought why in the world will he come and talk to me first. It would cause serious damage to his reputation if he was caught talking to someone like me.

Is it because of my weird but wonderful fashion sense that I stood out for all the wrong reasons. At the start of the lesson he said his name was Cameron and he was a transfer. He got kicked out of his old school because he threw a knife at the teacher when doing frog disection. Note to self: Do not get on his bad side.

" If you want to have a good reputation in this school then I suggest you do not talk to me". I told him truthfully because I would not want to drag anyone down. He answered calmly " I do not care about what other people think. Opinions are just opinions".

"REBEL". I accidently shouted out when he threw his scissors at Kieran for trying to trip him up.  And my cheeks blushed so much. I started sweating and for the rest of the lesson. I kept looking back and couldn't stop myself it made me feel stressed. I couldn't control my emotions. I had to open my big mouth.

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