Shifting (Discontinued... For Now.)

the only kid in middle school who drives

I wiped off rain droplets from the seat of my army green moped. A small vehicle that your allowed to drive at the lonesome age of fourteen. They were all the rage in the 70s, but not so much any more. I popped on my custom painted helmet. I had just turned fourteen when I got it so I of course drew a dragon which I regret now but what can you do. I plugged the keys in the engine and sped home.
Home for me is different then what most think of when they hear home. I live in a small wooden shack in the center of a woods,With my father. so dirt poor that my dad spends most of his time working 4 jobs at a time. I sped threw the woods in search for the little beloved hobble. Arriving home an overwhelming sense of relief washed over me like a salty ocean wave. I threw down my helmet and rotated the keys. Taking cover on the porch. I turned the door rusted metal door knob and headed inside. I was greeted by a happy wiggly blue heeler, who looked more raccoon then dog. He was my only true friend. Well him and the bulldog charlie but he slept lazily in the corner. My feet moved across the worn wooden floor. I love that feeling. I climbed up the stairs. And flopped onto my bed my room was just a loft that hung above the rest of the house. Complete with an old lamp and side table handed down from my grandparents with a rustic radio. I watched the intricate rain patterns fall against my dusty window. I clicked on the radio and closed my eyes letting my thoughts drift.
My relaxation was abruptly interrupted my the sound of muddy footsteps near by. And hushed voices. My father worked till 10, and it was only 4 so I knew something was up. I grasped my bedside knife so hard my knuckles turned white. I almost jumped out of my skin when the radio began a severe thunderstorm warning. I almost ran down the rest of the stairs. I peeked out the down stairs window relieved yet angry to find just another teenage couple taking a hike threw the woods. This was the norm here. I shouldn't have been so surprised. I studied there faces. Realizing that this was my schools power couple. The boy had blonde wavy hair and strapping green eyes. With a bad case of acne as bad or worse as my own. And he was frankly a bean pole he looked as if he was stretched threw a taffy machine. Making him one of the least likely candidates to be popular let alone this weeks make out partner of Bella Payne. Bella Payne was one of the most beautiful creatures to grace this earth but acted like a troll. Her flawless ivory skin matched with nut brown hair that looked professionally styled every day. Made her erisistable. To top it all she has striking blue eyes and expert makeup techniques. She was beloved by all even though she acted as if she was a goddess and the student body her mortal slaves who only purpose in life was to worship her. She wore a mini skirt so tight i practically clogged her pores. And a lace shirt that showed off her nude bra which at first glance you'd think she was topless but its not like there was anything there the chick was completely flat chested. Even more shocking was for the poor blonde kid to be this weeks boy toy. She searched around once more then began smacking the lips off that boy. He sort of just stood there paralyzed not sure what to do.
" what's wrong boo" Bella cooed batting her false eyelashes. A pink light flashed across her eyes.
" I feel like were being watched, and this just isn't right your still dating Trevor aren't you." The boy questioned slowly backing away. Bella's eyes dimmed the corners of her mouth drooped it took all her power trying to remain so sweet sounding.
" yay but so what were just having a little fun. Trevor won't mind he's been a dick lately any way." She said slightly petty sounding but realizing this she turned on her sweet voice and said." And I don't care if were being watched let's give um a show." She said licking her lips creepily.
" you wanna know the truth. I don't like you. Your just really not my type." The boy said squeezing his eyes shut bracing for impact.
" not your type!not your type! no one says no to Bella Payne you little bitch. Screw you wen Branagan. Jerk face. " no longer caring about sweetness she screeched at wen. Slapping him straight across the face and pushing him against a tree. Breaking his hipster like black framed glasses. No one had ever said no to her ever.
" your Fugly any way!" She stared straight into his eyes and slapped him again. Then strutted of of the woods mini skirt flowing behind her. Her empty bra bouncing away angrily. Wen was lost for words standing alone in the woods sun setting drizzle softly coming down and bouncing off leaves. Then their was me staring at him under the trance of his green eyes.