My Achilles Heel

Chapter Two: Did You Graduate or Something?? *edited*

(Edited) Chapter Two: Did You Graduate or Something??

                School. The one thing I was definitely not looking forward to about summer coming to an end. Who was, anyways? Certainly not me. I finished darkening my eyeliner and straightening my hair before I concededly checked myself out in my mirror. I had to look good for the first day of senior year, didn’t I?

                My cut off denim shorts were topped off with a tight black batman shirt, and black and white converse. My long, straight blond hair fell softly over my left shoulder, framing my face quite nicely if I do say so myself. I quickly grabbed my school bag off the chair next to my door, before exiting my room.

                I found myself in the kitchen with mom frantically baking breakfast, and two “starving” teenage boys that looked like they were about to die if they didn’t get some nutrition in them soon. I rolled my eyes while popping a bagel into the toaster.

                “Don’t you want some bacon and eggs, Reg?” my mother frowned at my choice of breakfast.

“Nope, but thanks anyways. I’m not much of a breakfast eater anymore,” I sighed, swiping Nutella on my now bronze-toasted bagel. I had been home for a little less than a week, and still haven’t really had a chance to sit down and talk about me with my mom. But, what else is new?

                “Alright, sweetie. Have a good day at school, alright? And don’t get into too much trouble,” she winked at me as I picked up the keys to the suburban and walked out the door calling out my goodbyes.

                Just as I started the car and was about to pull out of the driveway, a knock on the passenger window startled me. I turned only to come face to face with Jason and my brothers smiling faces. Annoyed, I rolled down the window, “What now?”

They both started laughing as if they shared an inside joke.

                “What? What is it now?” I snapped, not in the mood to deal with the pair.

“You’re our ride to school, dummy. There’s only one car available, remember? Mom and dad take the other two,” Kason chuckled, climbing into the back seat. Jason took lead in shotgun. Well bad luck for me, Reagan. Way to start the day out right, not.

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                To say that riding with Jason and Kason was annoying, is the understatement of the century. Whoever thought two boys could be so annoying? First, it was the fighting over the radio. Then it was the air conditioning.  And then it was which way I should take to school: the long way or the short way, the back way or the regular way, the up way or the down way, the idiot way or the smart way.

Like really? Remind me again who is driving?

                I breathed out air I didn’t realize I had been holding when I shifted the gear into park. Oakland High School looked exactly the same as it did last year. Down to the last ugly red brick. I scrambled out of the car, making sure I locked it, before I bounded to the front entrance and through the doors.

                Everyone’s heads turned towards me, looking me over, analyzing me as if I was another new kid this year. Didn’t anyone recognize me? Hello, my name is Reagan Alexander. Remember me? That dorky kid from last year with glasses and a retainer? What happened, you ask? Well, I grew up. That’s what happened.

                “No freaking way. Reagan?” a familiar voice beckoned to me from my right. I beamed, turning to face my best friend of all time: Arianna. “Hey sexy beast, is that really you? What happed to your cuteness? Did you graduate or something?” she exclaimed, bouncing over to me with her friendly smile.