Bad.

Ch. 1

    I woke up this morning to my alarm screeching, pulling me out of my blissful sleeping state. Today is the day. Today I start a new school...again.

I roll out of bed and go get in the shower before Kimber can come in and yell at me. As I let the water run down my body I trying to imagine it taking my nerves with it. I don't care how many times I've started at new schools, I will always be nervous for my first day.

After I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around my body and dash over to my room. I pull out a pair of black skinny jeans with rips all up the leg, and a cropped, loose gray short sleeve shirt, that showed my belly button piercing, and stomach tattoo. I yank on my timberlands, and run downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Coffee and eggs are on the table," Kimber said to me.

Kimberly or as I call her, Kimber or Kimmy, is my sister and my absolute best friend. We ran away four years ago when our parents died, terrified of foster care and decided to get a place of our own, and have lived together ever since. I honestly would be lost without her.

"Are you ready for your first day of school?" She asked me as she sat down at the table across from me.

"Of course I am," I replied, "Aren't you?" Kimmy is 20, which is three years older than me and is starting classes at a new college today.

"Not even in the slightest," she shook her head and chuckled, looking down at her mug, letting strands of her medium length blonde hair, fall into her face.

After a few minutes of silence as I ate my food and she drank her coffee she began twiddling around with her mug.

"Cameron?" She asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Yes?" I replied, knowing she was serious by the use of my full first name.

"Please don't get yourself kicked out of this school, you know we can't afford transferring you and moving every 1-2 months," she said, hopeful.

"I'll try," I stated with a weak smile.

No matter how I hard I try not to be, I'm drawn to danger and trouble. I constantly find myself in new schools because of getting expelled for fighting or pranking, or basically anything you can get in trouble for, and more.

I then headed upstairs to finish getting ready. I decided to throw my long brunette hair up in a messy bun, which revealed my neck/back tattoo. It was the Chinese symbol for love and loyalty, (a/n: picture above) that me and my sisters got when we ran away, as a symbol of our sisterhood and our loyalty to one another, as a reminder to stay strong.

I then put on some sunglasses to hide the 4 dots tattooed under my eye, a symbol of a gang we were once in.

I gave myself a once over, deciding I looked good enough and then grabbed my leather jacket and ran down the stairs, making my way towards the door.

"Cam!" I heard Kimber call out.

"Yes?" I reply, stopping in my tracks.

"Umm," she hesitated. "I think you should let your hair down and cover that." She motioned to my neck tattoo that matched hers.

"Why, what's wrong with it?" I asked confused.

"Well it's just really big, and I just don't want you getting in trouble," she answered, her emerald green eyes that matched mine filled with concern. I love her to death but she needs to quite worrying about me so much.

"I love you to death Kimmy, but you need to quite worrying so much, I'm known for trouble," I say voicing my thoughts.

I ran into the kitchen, grabbed my keys and backpack ran out the front door while shouting my goodbye's to my sisters.