The Bad Boy Is Out

One: He's back!

One: He's back!

I remember grade nine being that year where everyone wanted to start fresh. Everyone's personality changed and puberty was active. I tried to stay as I was. It wasn't that hard actually. My height hadn't really differed, my weight was now and forever seemed to be stuck at a wholesome 100 pounds, and my chest decided that a cup size of B was about as big as they were going to get. The only difference had really only been the few centimeters my hair had grown. 

The high of grade nine was during the first week of school. There had been rumors that my neighbor Ayrton Rider was taking part in illegal underground MMA fights. Ayrton has been known as the official 'Bad Boy' of this town. Though it wasn't that they found him at the underground fights, it was a school fight. One of those guys he fought before came to our school for a rematch. 

That guy could've been at least have been twice his age, but Ayrton still beat him up badly. It took place in the front of the school. Ayrton broke the guy's jaw and a number of his ribs. The guy almost died from the blood lost and pain. 

So the court tried Ayrton as an adult. He would've got ten years, but the second hearing lowered it to three. But let's face facts, Ayrton Rider was a jerk, a dick, a player, and overall not a good guy. If it wasn't for that I'm sure the police could have found something else on his record to arrest him for. 

The day he got arrested his dad had to work. And sadly it was breaking news. Even more despair was that Mr. Rider was Lyon Rider, lead anchor for the five o'clock news. He actually had to report his own son getting arrested, not a good feeling I bet. 

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Three years and three months to the exact date now. Grade twelve. All the drama of growing up is finally over. I'm Natalie Wild, art and music is my passion. I've been focusing on getting into an Art school and hopefully they like my work. I design all the posters and banners for school. That also put me in charge of the 'Art Club'. Art Club is empty, and I like it that way. I don't have show anyone how to do anything, and it gives me peaceful place to work. 

The thing about me is that I can ace anything art related, but once it gets functional I'm done. Numbers and facts about numbers...it all puts me to sleep. It has to be something beautiful or mysterious to draw me to it. So I'm also the type of girl who wouldn't go to party, hates crowded locations, and am naturally awkward. 

Once people get to know me, they either like me or think I'm weird...either way it's your choice. My mama is Brazilian and my dad is half Dutch and half Native. I know weird mix, but it happens. They love each other and that's all that matters. Now seeing how I have Brazilian in my blood, you'd think I'd have the features that come with. NOPE. No curves, no luscious lips, no nice chest size...just average. 

I have just shoulder length chocolate brown wavy hair, brownish green eyes and a tan-ish complexion depending on the lighting in the room. But by all means please look at my older sister Layla 24 years old and older brother Ty 22 years old who got all the awesome features. Layla has creamy green eyes, amazing smooth mid-back length wavy dark chocolate brown hair, luscious pink rose lips, perfect curves like mama, a nice chest size and a butt to boot along with the tan-ish backwash.

Layla of course is married to a hot/gorgeous/cool dude who drives a Corvette and is named Raphael 26 years old. Ty is every girl's dream. He has Dark hair that he likes to slick back and show off his emerald green eyes, perfect nose structure and a tan-ish complexion. The perfect guy who plays soccer to stay fit, is a total jerk to just about everyone expect for the one girl her cares about. His girlfriend finally, Lauren 22 years old. Well...at least I got the artistic gene. Not that it's well appreciated in my house.