Game On, Angel

Chapter One

Angelina

Take deep breaths, I reminded myself. My mother and I had just moved to Seattle, and today was my first day at Woodview High and at the new modeling studio. Needing to make a good first impression, I studied my walk-in closet, deciding to wear something comfy and casual. I shimmied into dark blue skinny jeans and a loose, cream-colored wool sweater with sleeves that fell to my elbows, and hung off one shoulder. I pulled on a pair of brown, leather boots that went to my knees, and slipped a few dangly bracelets onto my wrists. I swept mascara on my lashes and added a coat of gloss to my lips.

Looking into the mirror, I had to admit that I would probably fit in pretty well in Seattle. I had long brown hair that cascaded down my back in waves, landing a few inches above my waist. My ocean-blue eyes gazed back at me through the mirror, and my cherry-tinted lips were curved slightly upwards into a small smile. I had pale skin and rosy cheeks. I'd noticed that most people in Seattle were pale, thanks to the lack of sunlight.

"Angelina," my mother called from downstairs, "I'm going to the office. Don't forget you have a shoot today after school. Have a good first day, sweetheart!"

"Kay, love you Mom."

I remembered that my manager, Sharon, scheduled shoots every afternoon this week. I was a supermodel. Not just any supermodel, I was one of the most famous. I go by the name, Angel. Short for Angelina.

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and skipped down the stairs. Grabbing a granola bar, I finished it in three bites. I took my keys down from a nail by the front door and went outside to see my baby.

Sitting on our driveway was my new car. It was a shiny blue and white mini cooper. Grinning like an idiot, I sprawled my arms across her hood and rested my head on the windshield.

"I love you so much! I am never going on a bus again," I murmured into the metal.

I straightened up, not being able to wipe the smile off my face, and hopped into my seat. My mini cooper smelled like vanilla—my favorite.

Fifteen minutes later, I was parked in front of Woodview High. I got out of my car and made my way to the building that looked most like an office. I could feel stares burning holes into my back. Chewing on my lip, I wondered if they got new students very often. Most likely not, considering how interested they were in me.

I was used to being the new girl. My job required me to constantly be moved around. Whenever somebody discovered my secret, Sharon paid them to keep quiet and I moved. I knew that by the end of the week, I would be like any other student at Woodview. People lose interest quickly, and the holes in my back would disappear. Letting this thought comfort me, I opened the door to the office and stepped in.

The room was cozy, and was full of potted plants. I could barely make out the wooden walls behind all of the green. It smelled like freshly cut grass and printer ink. I handed a few papers to the woman behind the desk, who gave me a reassuring smile, and took my schedule from her.

"Just let me know if you need any help, dear," she said.

"All right, thanks"

I headed out of the office, and looked over my schedules. I had math first. Groaning, I looked over the rest of my day and my mood wasn't lightened. I was awful at math. After lunch I had chemistry—lucky me.

The math room wasn't very hard to find. I handed the slip of paper, that the lady in the office gave me, to a man sitting behind the big wooden desk at the front of the room.

"Ah, you must be Angelina Bexley. I'm Mr. Davids," he introduced.

The rest of the class filed in, and Mr. Davids gave me a seat in the back row—thank God. I was worried that he would make me introduce myself to the class, like numerous other teachers at previous schools.