All Girl School

Meet Frankie (Frankie's POV)

"We're moving to the Untied States!" Mom exclaimed.

"We're what?"

"Moving to the-"

"No,no, I heard you."

"Then what's wrong?"

I live in London, France. That's the problem. I can't bring friends. That's a problem. I will he attending some blond bimbo school which is filled with nothing but blond bimbos! That's a huge problem!

"Whatever. We live in seven hours. Go get packed."

"Fine." Why put up an argument you're going to lose too?

Ten hours later....

"Boston?" I asked.

"What's wrong with Boston?"

"What was wrong back home?"

"Fine. Your Dad was let put of prison. He's stalking us. He can't leave the country but we could. Getting out was getting safe."

"We can make the best of it here, Mom."

"Thank you." She hugged me.

Dad beat us. He was a prick. He would go to my school and demand I go with him. It happened from first grade to fourth. In fifth, I went to the office and told them about Dad. I've never seen him since.

"I got you into an all girl school, though."

"That's fine." No it wasn't.

"Really?" No.

"Yeah, really." No.

We settled into our new house and I set up my bedroom. Black curtains go here, black dresser here, and black bedspread on my bed. What can I say? I love black. Makes my laundry easier.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"Come meet the neighbors!"

"Sure, be right there!" I sighed.

I flew down the stairs and was greeted with a nice old couple and a young couple. The young couple was next to a boy my age.

Great, I thought, here's Mom's attempt to fix me up again.

When I was fifteen, Mom said that every girl at fifteen should have a boyfriend at least once. She set me up with a nerd. He was interesting but he had no time for me.

"There's a test tomorrow."

"Next year we have our PSAT's."

"Its a school night."

"My parents aren't home."

"The mathleats have a meet tonight."

I dumped him. All his nerdy excuses were getting on my nerves.

"Hello." I said cautiously.

"Frankie, this is the Cumberland's." Mom said pointing to the old couple. "This is Mr. and Mrs. North."

"Dear,this is our son, his name is-"

"I can introduce myself, Mom." The guy said. He was cute. Dark, tossed hair, green eyes, and the cliche look for a badboy. He sat on his phone.

"Aren't you going to say your name?"

"No." He smirked.

"Its okay, Mrs. North. Only assholes don't introduce themselves."

"Names Xander. Doubt you care, and I'm not an asshole. What I stick my d-"

Mrs. North put her hand over his mouth. "That's enough from you."

I glanced at the clock. 4:30. Shit! My race starts at 5:00.

"Mom? I have to go now."

"Why?"

"Its 4:30, race starts at 5:00." I went to closet and grabbed put my helmet.

"Okay, see ya soon. Oh! And your motorcycles in the driveway. Just got dropped off."

"You have a motorcycle?" Xander asked.

"Don't you?"

"Duh, Harley is my baby."

"Huh, I named my Harley, Quinn."

"Isn't Harley Quinn some super badass chick from Suicide Squad?"

"Yes, but Harley Quinn is Mr. J's girlfriend." I opened the door. "You're welcome to see me race. I can get you in for free."

"Actually-"

"He'd love too." His mom spoke up.

"What?" He liked dumbfounded.

"Go! Have a good time!" His mom pushed me and him put the door. Mom slammed the door behind me as they pushed us out. Xander went next door to his house and started up his own bike. Throwing my helmet on, I got on my bike and started to rev up the engine. I opened the little window in my helmet.

"Lets go!" I reved up the engine again. Our driveway was huge! Enough to put three monster trucks side by side on. I did a full 360° to face the road. Xander came to the end of my driveway on his own bike.

"Ready."

I sped forward, doing a wheelie and went towards the race stadium. I could hear Xander in the distance.

The stadium was packed. I went through the side gate, to give my name for the race.

"Name."

"Bitchin' Devil."

"From London?"

"Yup."

"Who's the hottie?" The lady snapped her gum.

"A friend. He's with me."

"Sure." She shrugged and we went on with our business. We both sped forward and I went to the middle of the ring.

Xander parked his bike next to the gate and leaned on it.

"Up next is Bitchin' Devil and Badass Brock."

I reved the engine again.

"Hey." Badass Brock said.

"Hi!" I responded.

"Wait- you're a girl?!"

"Surprise!" I said sarcastically.

"Hey, no crying when you lose okay?" He snickered.

"No bitching me out when you lose to a girl!" I over exaggerated.

"3...2....1.... green flag!" I sped off doing wheelie as I did and took the first corner. Jumping over the tiny little hills, I made a right turn.

"Bitchin' Devil's in the lead by 0.54ths of a second.

I jumped the big hills, more little ones, jumped over the three buses and made a left turn towards the finish line. Reving the engine again, I took the finish line hill. It was a big hill, so I did a backflip on the bike and landed it perfectly.

"And there's that celebration backflip like always, ladies and gentleman."

I went to the winners circle and found Xander.

"Wow. I can't beleive you race like that!" He exclaimed.

"Well, I do."

"Let's get celebration food. I'm hungry." He stated.

We headed towards Wendy'. Best fries come from there, man. We ate, shares stories and went home. Going to this all girl school will be hell if I don't get people like Xander there.