The Truth about Walter Green.

When I first entered high school, the one thing I ever wanted more than anything was popularity.  I don't know why it was. I guess what it is that before I entered high school all I ever wanted was friends. A few good ones, I'm not fussy. But soon as I entered high school I realised, whatever I was going to do in life, whether it was, move school, town or completely change my personality. All that people would care about me would be what they see on the outside. My flat mousy brown hair, my not so skinny body, my 'fat' boobs, my whale bum. Truth is I'll never be perfect, i didn't really care until I got to high school and I never really noticed how much people judge you off your looks until that first year. Being a freshman in high school and looking like you just walked out of a 'Who can eat the most' contest and having a face of a pig was hard. For the first year of high school, my nickname was 'piglet'. Cute right? Well now I'm in Junior year and the nicknames gone. Now I'm all grown up, it just pig. Or the pig. How thoughtful. I was lying about the whole 'not having any friends' thing. I have well, one, and her name is Gemma. The thing about Gemma is that you never know what she's thinking. Gemma is a four foot eight, 16 (turning 17) year old migit. But she has the attitude of a toddler who didn't get everything on there list from Santa that year. Gemma, also know as Gem, has waist length firered hair, she's got a skinny but curvy body, bright hazel eyes and honey gold skin. Gem unlike me, is fairly popular, pretty and liked by mostly everyone. I feel lucky to have her as a friend at least.  Whatever has happened, she's always stood up for me. Sometimes.

Today's the last day of the Thanksgiving vacation, and quite frankly after stuffing myself full of turkey and roast potato's' I was in my usual round shape. While putting on my pants that morning I realised they didn't quite fit. Could be from eating probably most of the pop tarts in the state of Colorado over Thanksgiving, who knows. Gemma had called that morning to tell me that she had come back from Alabama from visiting her grandparents, and that I should come over as she had some 'exciting' news to tell me. Well I knew straight away this couldn't be a good thing as 1) Gemma version of good news had always something to do with some boy, or  some news about her favourite band 2) Gemma only ever insists me to come to hers if its something to do with a boy or a major makeover sessions and 3) If it had something to do with setting me up then I was screwed, as Gemma idea of a perfect match is rather different to my own.

By the time I got to Gemma's front door, it swung open, and Gemma was looking brighter than ever. A smile was plastered across her and before I could say hello she pulled me into a embrace, squeezing the life out of me. "Oh myyyyy gawsh Amanda, you totally never guess what I have to tell you"  As always Gemma was putting on her 'speak it posh doo dally la la la' accent. It really hurt my ears after a while in all honesty. I smiled. 

"Shoot." At that Gemma's grin widened.

"Well...first of all come inside. I need to show you something first." I nodded and walked after her into her well, pinkified bed room. Quite literally everything was pink. The bed, the carpet, the cusions, the curtains her sheets, and her wallpaper. My eyes started to water at the brightness of the pink, when on the bed I noticed that there was a newspaper lying on the bed, Gemma it opened up and pointed to a wide spread article. The was a picture of a scrawny school boy and an older man, looking not so pleased. The article headlined:

Steven Green's child to sent attend local school in Bayfeild, after exspullion in New Yorks finest state school.

I looked over at Gemma who was still looking excitedly at the page, then up at me again as if I was meant to have some sort of big reaction. "Erm....you are showing me this because?" I replied. 

A flash of irritation crossed Gemma's face as she handed the news paper over to me. "Just read it. You'll get it!" I sighed and looked down at the paper.

Yesterday, Walter Green, the child of the famous Governor of the World bank, Steven Green was expelled from Avenue Kennedy High school yesterday after reportedly setting science lab on fire and assaulting a member up when questioned, apparently Master Green was on his 8th warning since entering the high school and repeatedly broke rules and didn't care who he was hurting. An incident came to light the other month when there was a rumour about Mr Greens child having sex on school premises but no more came to light after Mr Green stepped in and claim all allegations were faulse. The young My Green Jr is now reported to attend a comprehensive high school in Colorado, Bayfeild High. Where he will learn how to get his act together in the tough normal world and staying with a local family, who will not stop at his every need. Is the spoilt son of the Governor of New York finally going to learn his lesson? He sure has put a bad reputation on the Green family, but his father says he hopes he gets his path straight forward and that his son will soon be on the right path. 

After I stopped reading I looked up at Gemma, still as confused. "Whats this meant to mean?" 

Still looking as excited as ever. "Well...Amanady-" god I hate that nickname. "We're the family who he's going to be staying with meeee!" She squealed and I looked at her blankly. 

"What?"

"Isn't it great! You never know, we might be a thing! Plus he'll be great with Jake! Like an older brother! I might get a new boyfriend out of this Amandy! He's going to be here any minute!" She squealed while jumping up and down, i stood there trying to share her excitement, but it just wasn't happening. 

Suddenly a smooth voice cracked the high pitch excitement of Gemma. "You sure might do, but it definitely won't be me."  

At the door stood a smirking, Scruffy haired boy. With dark hair that made his pale skin stand out, along with his bright green eyes. He was skinny, and kinda lanky in a way...and in a way he was every girls dream boy. But i knew that kind of boy, the pretty faced ones; they were trouble.

His bright green eyes slided past Gemma too me. At this point Gemma was a bright red and totally quite. Not something you witness everyday. He smirked and then raised his hand towards me as if he intended for one of us to shake it. 

"Hello, I'm Walter Green." 

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