Criminal Activity

Chapter Two

I wake up to my annoying alarm. They gave me one of those old fashioned clocks that sound almost like a fire alarm. It freaks me out, but it gets me up in the morning.

I crawl out of bed and head to the bathroom. While I was taking my morning pee, the lady burst into the bathroom and starts getting to work. It's Rebecca. She ignores the fact that I'm on the toilet and continues to work. I guess privacy is never a thing in the FBI.

As I am finishing up, Rebecca practically yanks me off the toilet and sets me down on a comfy stool. She washes my hair in the sink and dries it quickly with a hair dryer.

"Try to be consistent with nightly showers. It makes the morning job much easier. Also, don't forget to use the acne face wash nightly. It's very important to keep your hygiene up as a teenage girl," Rebecca says as she starts to get out the curling iron.

When she finishes curling my hair she bobby pins my bangs back so they don't fall into my face then moves on to work her makeup magic.

When I finally look like all the other school girls, she throws a cute outfit at me Saying she has to go as she walks out the door. I put on the high waisted blue jeans and black crop top she picked out, slip on my black vans, and get my already packed book bag beside the door.

Just as I'm slipping my shoes on, Sabrina calls me down for breakfast. I walk downstairs to be greeted by the overwhelming smells of food. On the table, there are plates and plates of bacon, pancakes, fruit, biscuits and gravy, ham, and any other kind of breakfast food you could imagine. I never got this kind of breakfast at my house. I always had to find something by myself which happened to be oat meal because if I was ever running late, I could put it in a plastic cup and take it on the go. I felt like I was royalty in this house.

Someone honked their car horn outside of the house just as I was finishing up my breakfast.

"Well, that's your ride. Have a good day at school. Tryouts for soccer are right after the last bell so be sure to get there on time. We also brought your soccer gear from your house and already put it in your hall locker. Tom will be there to pick you up after tryouts. Good luck! I'm sure you'll make varsity," she said with excitement. While walking towards the door I thanked her for the delicious breakfast. She treated me like I was her actual daughter. My mom did too, but she never went all out for me or talked to me as sweetly as Sabrina did.

The car that was parked and waiting for me in the driveway was a deep ocean blue 2008 Mustang with an LED light bar attached to the bottom of the grill. I thought I was supposed to blend in but if this is their version of blending in, then I'm up for some real fun!

I place my bags in the back seat and just as I am about to sit in the back, Logan motions for me to sit in the front seat. I was never allowed to sit in the front seat with my mom, so I guess sitting in the back seat must be an old habit.

After about 15 minutes and a quit car ride later we pulled into the nearest parking spot from the school and got out. After grabbing our backpacks, we headed in. On the front door was a greeting sign saying: "Welcome to Westview High School where we strive to be the greatest athletic scholars we can be." I'm glad it's a sporty school, but I wonder if the kids here are nice.

We walk into the school building and I follow Tom to the front office. After we get my schedule squared away, we head to AP English, my first period. Tom drops me off at my first period then heads to his own class.

As soon as I open the door, the whole class stares at me. I stand there awkwardly looking at the teacher, waiting for her to say something.

"Class, this is Veronica Williams. She is the first sophomore we've ever gotten in AP English here at Westview high!" the teacher exclaimed. Everyone in the room clapped. A girl with light brown hair cut just under her shoulder blades waved me next to her where the only open seat in the room was.

"Hi, Veronica! I'm Selena. I'm sure you and I will get along just fine. Would you like to sit with me at lunch?" Selena asked with a beaming smile on her face.

"I would love to. Do you think you could help me find my locker after class though? I still don't know my way around this school." I asked her, already knowing the answer. She's nice so of course she would say yes.

When the bell rings signaling the period was over, Selena and I gather our things and head out the door. She shows me to my locker down the hall from the class.

"Right here it is!" Selena exclaims. "A26. My locker is just three lockers down. Why don't you try out your combination?" she says and I fish my locker combination out of my binder.

I put the code in and it jams with the door halfway open. "Give it a good whack on the bottom," Suggested Selena. I do as she said and it opens the rest of the way.

Inside is my soccer bag along with my class textbooks and another small makeup bag. Why would I need makeup at school?

AP Chemistry and AP Psychology go by in a breeze. Before I knew it, the bell was ringing signaling that lunch had just begun. I pack up my stuff into my backpack and head to my locker. As I near, I notice that Selena is talking to Tom and jealousy kicks in. I haven't seen him talk to any other girls our age yet, and I don't know why I am getting jealous. It's not like he actually likes me.

"Hey, Beautiful. I met your new friend," Tom said.

Oh, dang. I thought. This is a plot twist. No one said we were even going to talk at school.

"Hey," I respond blushing.

"Can I have a word with Veronica? Alone?" he asks Selena. She responds with a chipper nod and heads off to the lunch room.

"What the hell was that?" I say when she walks out of earshot.

"Well, I noticed the way you have been looking at me and decided to dive into things. I kinda like you and I haven't ever liked anyone before. So, I guess this is my way of asking you to be my girlfriend," he says blushing. Giggling, I turn away from him and blush.

The rest of the day goes by in a breeze. The last bell rings and I head to my locker. Soccer tryouts are in thirty minutes. That's enough time for me to get dressed and get most of my homework done.