Motorcycle Girl

Chapter 1

A/N: Well hey! Just a few rules before you read, if you'd kindly read over them. This is my first official story that I started. I don't really have a clear path, I have a couple chapters written in my notebook so far, but the rest is a little fuzzy.

I know my work isn't as great as it could be but just deal with me while I take my classes. School starts again in two days. Updates will come slowly but surely.

Please not take this story and put it as your own.

If this story shows up on any social media or websites please contact me through a private message.

If you steal this story, it's plot, characters, or anything, well first- you suck and second-you will be found out and shut down.

© Mandy 2014

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I am officially impressed. It has taken exactly one year, eight months, fifteen days, thirteen hours, ten minutes, and six seconds for someone to actually talk to me. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a new record. I want to cry from happiness! Seriously I feel joyous tears coming on.

"Watch where you walk, Blimp!" snarled a voice.

I looked up and pretended to look humiliated. Then she popped open her Starbucks cup and put it above my head. I bit my lip to keep myself from grinning like an idiot.

Then she smiled devishly and poured her drink all over the top of my head. Then she take some opened my blouse, said,"Whoops," and slid the cold drink down my shirt. It took all of my self control not to burst out laughing.

"Aww! Blimp, you have something on you! Let me help clean it up!" Said the girl. I think her name's Melissa?

She takes her hands and spread the substance into my face and even deeper into my wig of a curly brown, frizzy rats nest. She wipes the excess on my oversized jeans.

"That is soo much better, Blimp!" She exclaims, her voice oozing sarcasm.

I let a tear fall. My pale face paint is water resistant so I can go all day. Oh and the name's 'Bliss', not Blimp. I'm not huge stupid balloon that flies around showing off different companies.

"That will teach you not to touch what's mine again," she smiled. Looking past my shoulder she waved to Jason Carmell, the boy I had asked what the homework for AP American Government had been.

I let a few more tears fall. Eight years of acting lessons really helps with these situations. The hallway that was once silent, erupts in laughter and chatter. I honestly am loving these people!

Being the amazing actress that I am, I bolted outta there and headed for my car. Since it was the end of the school day, I figured I might as well leave. Once outside I dug through my bag for my car keys.

I reached my car not even five minutes later and opened the driver's side door and got in. Throwing my bag into the passenger seat I put my seatbelt on 'cause you know, safety first and whatnot, then pulled an extra t-shirt out from the backseat.

After peeling off my sticky shirt and replacing it with a new one, I pulled out of the parking lot. I was too busy congratulating myself that I didn't even see a person step into the road. I saw them seconds before I hit them and slammed on the brakes.

I thanked my lucky stars they weren't dead and slowly got out of the car to apologize. I then got a good look at my almost grill meat. It was Grant Stevens, head boy here at Lake Norcam High School.

Whoops.

I immediately went into overdrive, hoping he wasn't too mad. I don't think I would live if Grant Stevens was mad. All I saw, though, was a smirk plastered on his face. I frowned.