Flawed

part 1

Today, the sky was blue, there was no clouds on the horizons. The children laughed, amused themselves, cats were purring, flowers grew, the air was fresh. I just moved on here, at Hawkins. Here everybody seems calm and peaceful. Like if nothing bad never happened, like if everbody loved everybody. I have decided to paint the wall of my room in a really light orange, "orange peach" says mom.

"You'll see, you gonna love this city, I grew up here!" she had said the same day on which, one week after her wedding with my step-father, she told me that we would live with him and his son. What a douchebag, his son. Billy was his name, and just his name made me feel sick. He and I were always warring, for litterally everything and anything. Most of the time, mom was agree with me, because I am the younger and I also had my step-father's support, which had the gift to make Billy upset.

"Billy, sweetheart. Could you please drive Maxine to the Arcade? Maybe she would make herself some friends." Asked my mom, trying to help me integrate.

"Why?" Retorted Billy. "She can't go by herself driving her stupide skateboard?" He added in the hope to make me upset.

"Billy..." Started my step-father before I interrupt him.

"You know what, Billy?" I started. "You're not wrong, I could go by myself, but you know, I heard a story about a kid who has disappeared last year for a week. He had funeral and all that stuff. You really think that your father will still be proud of you, like nobody even know why he is proud of you, if it happens to me because you didn't want to move your fucking ass from that sofa to drive me and my stupide skateboard to the Arcade? I don't think so. Come on Billy, it's getting late, stand up."

At the end of that sentence, I give him a wink, tending him his leather jacket before to retunr to mom who was looking at me with contempt. I know that what I said to Billy was annoying and not nice, but sometimes he just deserves it.

He then drives me to the place where all the young people of my age come together on a Saturday afternoon.  

By virtually reaching the Arcade, Billy scrapes his throat and in a haughty tone replied to what I had said earlier.

"You know, Maxine. If I am obliged to take you everywhere to make friends, it's only because you are not sociable. In truth, I understand that even your friends from before didn't want to talk to you anymore. You're weird. You know, I'm wondering why you're stalling to come, nobody will want to be friends with a girl wearing a skateboard. Why don't you bring a doll next time, you know, like all the girls of your age. "  

I was starring at him, he knew exactly where he was hitting. I rushed out of the car as soon as he parked, almost forgetting my skateboard. What an asshole. Upon hearing him leave, I turned around, my skateboard under my arm, and showed him my middle finger. If Mom would see that, she'd be furious.

As I walked into the Arcade, wiping away the tears I was holding, I saw a boy leaning against the wall. He wore a cap, a jacket a little bigger than him, I really liked his style, but a boy like him wouldn't want to be friends with a girl like me. And that, not even in a dream. So I walked my head down, I didn't want him or someone else to see me cry. Turning around, I could see he was no longer alone, he was accompanied by three boys. All three looked very cool, they were very stylish, different, I liked their differences. But again, I don't think they would've wanted to be friends with me.  But who mind? Not me, duh.

About twenty minutes later, I was sit at a table at the Arcade, I was sadly alone.

I had observed each of the people present. There were those four guys, a lot of girls in a robe, with their hair very smooth or woven that sometimes stared at me before laughing, looking away. Hey girls, I saw you. Billy was right, I couldn't make friends, not in this place anyway. I then took out some pieces that Mom had put in my pockets '' just in case '' and entered them in the jukebox, I took a long time to decide. In the end I chose Journey's ''Don't stop believin'." This song calms me when I'm nervous. When the beginning of the music was heard, I felt some people spying on me, and I surprised this boy and his three friends doing it. I probably shouldn't have put that song. Back at my seat, playing with a coin, my boredom felt. The waitress came to bring me a banana milkshake, which I did not even order.