The Reject

The Rep

Everyone at St. John's High knew I wasn't a force to be messed with. I didn't plan on keeping or let alone maintaining this rep when she smacked me upside the face, but it came in handy. By my second day moving here I merely escaped a suspension and a broken jaw.

I had always had quite the short temper and had always found it hard to make let alone keep friends.  I was a lone wolf and learned to become content with it. The whole bad girl act I went along with was mainly to make sure nobody stepped out of line or teased me. I hated the feeling of being bullied all those years and despised a speck of those feelings in my system.

In reality I'm shy, awkward and asocial but I'd never let them see that; I had an image to maintain.

It just so happened that the boy who started it all, might be starting to slowly tear it down brick by brick.

My father had passed away two years ago in a motorcycle accident and my mother had just remarried 3 months ago back in June.
I was a spitting image of my father besides the fact that I'm a girl. My mother has all of the physical traits every girl wishes they inherited.

In the past year my mother has turned vegan, and is becoming a non for profit, animal cruelty free guru, no thanks to her new husband Ethan.

I always thought you should love someone for who they are, I just didn't have in mind a whole lifestyle  change for all four of us when we moved into Ethan's house in Steel Falls. Did I say all four of us? Yep.
I have a little four-year old sister named Anabelle. She also looks like my father did; a dark brown curly mop of hair, fair skin, and covered in  freckles from head to toe.
She is quite stubborn and sassy like I  was around her age but she's the most optimistic person I've met. I can always rely on her for a laugh or some form of motivation.

How did I get this reputation you ask?
Don't ask me, ask Mr. dreamboat. He was the one who had to catch my eye and bump into his girlfriend Bianca who I had quite a past with as a child and teen.
She was my bully. All the memories came flooding back at the sign of recognition and she was ready to pounce.
FYI the last time I saw her I doused her in corn syrup from the second floor on the last day of 9th grade. She was moving away and I needed some sort of revenge for all those years of torture and I wasn't planning on seeing her ever again.
It came in handy in this instance that I took 2 years of judo. All of her awful punches thrown were deflected. I was scanning the school yard for him but he was nowhere in sight. I wasn't paying attention for a split second and I got hit with her 500 pound purse in the face. She almost broke my jaw. I snapped.
When I fell to the ground I took her with me. People crowded and started cheering for a girl fight and whipped their cell phones out to record us.
I managed to get on top of her, punching and deflecting while she flailed around and tried to pull me off of her. I couldn't control myself and was just letting all my anger towards her out. She admitted defeat just before a teacher came to pull us apart. I saw that he was still no where in sight. We still spat hateful things towards each other as we were pushed towards the principals office. I had a lot of explaining to do.

I was sent home early on my first day. I wasn't planning on telling my mom and Ethan, but they received a phone call around dinner time. I had a lot more explaining to do.

My second day of 11th grade, people made sure to move out of the way when I walked by them. A few words were spat at me cowardly like freak. I'd give them death stares and they would bolt as fast as they could away.
Even Bianca wouldn't look me dead in the eye knowing now that I could fight. Mission accomplished.. or was it.