The Bad Boy with a Secret Locker

Chapter 1: The "Fresh" Start

"I need you to understand, this is your last chance before we send you off... We don't want to but you leave us no choice after what you did to the other school.... I mean really... Why is always so necessary for you to screw things up when we start somewhere new? You could stop at any point, yanno? We could actually start fresh and forget everything bad you've done...."

My mom continued rambling on about how much of a bad kid I am and how I could stop anytime I pleased. The problem was, I didn't want to stop. It was all too much fun for me. A fresh start sounded like a silly thing. A fresh start to what? A new me? Ha! Please. As if i'd even want to change. I'm happy the way i am. Happy, as in explosions and fires and spray paint were the only things giving me butterflies. I banged my head on the car window and looked out at the new town that would most likely try to sue me in the near future. Like they'd ever get away with it. I got away with most things, but still happened to get sent out of every school i've ever been to.

"Aspen, are you even listening to me?" my mon squealed, breaking me out of my trance.

"No mom, she's probably just thinking about all the things she's going to do to ruin this towns nice history," My older brother, Nick snapped, sending me a fierce look. He was in 12th grade and i'm in 11th.

"Shut up, Nick. I'm not in the mood for your shit," i answer back, angrily.

"Yeah Nicky, don't give sissy your sit," my younger sister Abigale said. She still has a hard time pronouncing things. Such as 'shit'.

My mother gasps at her young preschoolers language.
"Abigale!" My mother gasps. I simply chuckle.

"Aspen! This is no time to be gigging about your horrible influence on poor baby Abigale!" my mother snaps in anger, almost bypassing a stop sign.

I take a deep breath before speaking to my mother. "Mom, First off, Abby is no longer a baby, she's in preschool." My mother sucks her teeth when she hears that. "Second," i continue "I do not teach her to speak that, might i say, halfway fluent, French. Maybe if you'd pay more attention to her instead of having two phones, one sucked onto your face and the other glued onto your ear, maybe she'd be a little more well behaved."

My mother simply puts on a calm face and says, "What's your excuse?"

I make an evil laugh. "What's done is done, dear mother. I no longer have any use for an excuse."

"Fine Aspen. Be that way." My mother finally gives in and tenses up. We ride the rest of the way to our new home in silence.
By now i'm sure you're wondering where our father is. He's in his own world, with his own new family. I was most likely the reason he left. But we can get into that later.

"Here we are." My mother says, not very excited.

The house was fairly large, with a back and front yard that was moderately large as well. The house was sort of hidden, surrounded by woods and trees. Besides the front, which was wide open to any passer by-ers (great english, i know.)

The house was painted a light grey color, which i kinda enjoyed. Man, i am gonna miss this place when i'm sent off to juvenile detention.

"Go ahead inside kids. Your rooms already have post it's with your names on them so you won't have to argue."

My mom clearly wasn't happy about this situation, being as we've been through it 6,7 times plus before. Honestly I lost care when I started to loose count.
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I went up to my room which was moderate sized. The walls were a beige color and all of my furniture had already been moved in. I laid in my bed in peace until I had the realization I'd have school tomorrow. Everything had already been set up since it's the middle of the beginning of the year, if that makes any sense. But, first days always call for a first impression, and this schools in for a treat.
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'How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core, where i've become so numb....'

Ugh. My Evanescence alarm clock was going off... Signaling that i'd have to get up for the start of my last chance at high school. I turned on my phone and looked at the time: 5:30 Am. Hell, this is going to be a long day.

i got ready for the day with regular clothing, picture me whatever way you'd like, just make me look bad ass, k?

I'm ready to start the beginning of my first day of my last chance. (Try saying that ten times fast, will ya?)
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I walk into the school like anyone else, but earn a few snickers from some preppy looking girls. I send a glare their way, which makes them shut up real quick.

I walk into the principles office, looking for my schedule. As soon as i walk in, i'm greeted by a friendly looking woman with brown pixie cut hair.
"Hi! I'm principle Koping!" She exclaims, sounding too happy.

"Yeah hi," I say, sounding not-so-amused. "I'm the new student, Aspen Blacks, perhaps you've heard of me? Well in order to get through my first day here at this new Hell high, i'm going to need a schedule. Think you could tap in a few numbers on that fancy computer of yours and get me some classes?"

Her happy face died down some, but only to make a dull frown.

"...Um yeah..." She replies, quickly typing away at her computer and printing something out. She also scribbles something on a piece of paper.

"Here is your schedule and your locker combination. Your locker is in grey hall by the gym room. There's not any kids down that way because we happened to have just enough students to fill up the lockers in the 11th grade hall. Have a happy first day!" Principle Koping says, handing me my papers with a much too happy expression upon her face again. Ugh, i will not get used to that.

i walk down to my locker down the desolate hall. My locker is number 414, and i quickly spin in my combination. My locker opens up immediately, and spills out with loads of notes and notebooks.
'What the...' i think in my head... Some graduate bimbo must've forgot his notebooks and junk in this locker. But i look through the notebooks and folder up notes and i find secrets and confessions... Dated this year! Signed at the end of each one:
-xxNotYourAverageGoodGuyxx

I decided to keep this to myself and not use the locker... Maybe this could come in handy for some things....
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Hey you fantabulous readers, how's it going? I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of my new romance/high school drama/weird shit thing series. This was pretty long and i apologize for any mistakes and things you don't like. Feel free to leave me comments on how you feel! Thanks loves, and see you all next chapter! Muah! <3

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