Give Them Hell

Welcome To My Nightmare

If you've never experienced it I hope you never do, moving every year for fourteen years is horrible. You're always the new kid and you rarely have friends and it just sucks. Moving to Seattle a month after you start high school from Colorado isn't the best experience and I'm living it.

I walk up to the new high school with my brother Mackenzie, I mean we call him Mack but since we're moving again he'll have to explain it to everyone again. Mack is in his senior year of high school and plays football, everyone usually adores him. Mack will do fine in his fourth high school.

I on the other hand won't. I'm not the star of the football team and I'm not social. I don't stand at six three and I don't get along with everyone. Actually I'm the polar opposite of my brother. I like and play sports but that's as far as our alikeness goes. I've been arrested in three states for petty thief and vandalism and arson (but that wasn't my fault, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time) but since I'm only going to be fourteen they just drop me off at home again. Mack is going to do fine at this new school, me not so much.

It's cool, raining, and depressing as we walk across the front yard of the school. There's a blonde girl with braided hair and wearing tie dye is chained to a tree. There's a couple of jockstrap boys shoving bystanders into puddles. I fix my hood and jam my hands into my pockets.

We walk in the front doors of the school and into the office. There's about three secretaries running around trying to get ready for the morning announcements. Mack pulls off my hood and I fix my light brown hair. He smiles and shoves my shoulder.

"We'll be fine, kiddo." Mack promises me and I half smile.

One of the secretaries look up and seems standing there. She quickly comes over and smiles at us.

"I'm Mrs Mitchell and you must be our new students." She says sweetly. "You must be Dallas." Mrs Mitchell looks at Mack. "And you must be Mackenzie."

"No I'm actually Mackenzie." My brother says and holds out his hand politely to her. "This is my little sister Dallas." He says and nods his head at me and I awkwardly hold out my hand to the secretary.

"I am so sorry." Mrs Mitchell apologizes. "Welcome to Seattle, you two come from Colorado right?"

"Yes, ma'am." Mack assures her. "Pennsylvania before that and Virginia before that, the list just goes on and on. We're military brats."

"So Mackenzie you'll be joining our twelfth grade class and you Dallas will be joining our ninth grade class." She says and looks through some papers.

The door busts open and I look back. A guy wearing a Deep Purple shirt and black jeans stands in the doorway. He has dark hair that completely covers his eyes he smirks at the secretary.

"Hey Silvia, miss me?" He laughs and Mrs Mitchell sighs.

"Mr Feranna, you're on time for once." She sighs and he laughs again.

"My home room teacher damn near had a heart attack when she saw me." He admits.

"So why are you here, Frank?" Mrs Mitchell asks.

"I uh, might've punched one of the uh, football playing douche bags in the mouth." Frank laughs and I smile.

"Hey! Why don't you watch your mouth?" Mack asks him and I try not to laugh, this Frank guy kinda smiles.

"Are you one of those football playing douche bags? I'm sorry there, princess, like I am so sorry. You guys are the real heroes in this country, takes a lot of be able to be on top of other guys." He states and I laugh making him smile at me. "See? Your little sister knows what's up."

"Mr Feranna, you can wait in Principal Duncan's office." Mrs Mitchell states and he nods.

"I can't wait to see Dick." Frank states. "Take 'er easy, princess and princess' sister."

Frank walks into one of the rooms and drops down in one of the chairs. Mack and I turn back to Mrs Mitchell.

"I'm sorry about him, he's one of those regulars around here." She says. "Here are your schedules and--"

"Did I miss the cut off for rugby?" I ask quickly. "I played with my high school in Colorado, I uh, I made a pretty good full back."

"Oh sweetie, we don't have a girls rugby team here. It's too violent." Mrs Mitchell says. "We do have the best cheerleaders in the district and an all state soccer team."

"Oh okay." I say quietly.

"I think you'd make a great cheerleader." She admits and I nod politely.

Rugby was the only thing I was holding on to, if there's no rugby here than school is going to be thirty times worse. I can't wait to move again.

My fourth period science teacher really didn't like me but I kind or brought it on myself. Threatening to make some idiot kid drink corrosive acid because he ran into me by mistake might've been a bad idea. I mean I could've handled this a lot better but my anger has always been more powerful than my rational thinking.

I walk into the office and drop down in one of the seats outside Principal Duncan's office. I keep my eyes down so I don't have to look at any of the secretaries. I jam my fists into my pockets and look at my boots. I tap my toe to the beat of Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith, the song that's been stuck in my head for most of the day.

The door opens and I look up. That Frank kid walks in and Mrs Mitchell sighs again.

"What's going on, Silvia?" He asks with a laugh. "I'm here to see Dick again."

"What did you do this time, Frank?" She wonders.

"Argument with a supply teacher." Frank admits and drops down beside me. "Hey, you're princess' little sister!"

"Yeah." I say quietly and he smiles.

"No matter what anyone says I won't hurt you." He tells me. "I'm Frank." He says and holds out his hand to me.

"I'm Dallas." I say and shake his hand.

"Like Texas?" Frank asks with a laugh.

"Yeah, we were named after where we were conceived. My brother's name is backseat." I joke and he laughs.

"Miss Andrews." A man's voice says and I see the principal standing in the doorway.

"Good luck." Frank says quietly and nods at the principal. "Hey Dick."

Ten minutes and one heated argument later I landed myself a month's worth of Saturday detention. My dad is going to be pissed.