The Duet ~Sweet Moments~

Chapter 1. Troubles

My name is Bec Halloway and this is my story.

€- It was first period at my new school in Washington D.C and I was in English.

Mum had dropped me off this morning making me swear not to get into trouble. What new kid doesn’t get in trouble on their first day of School? That wouldn’t be me.

I grew up in Australia and last year my family and I moved here looking for a new direction in life.

And let me tell you, we needed a new direction in life because my parents were known as ‘the Juvy’s parents’ instead of ‘Bec’s wonderful generous parents’.

Yes. I run into strife with the law a lot.

No biggie.

The things I do are the occasional shop lifting and graffiti on buildings.

But recently I got busted for possession of a stolen bicycle, like, wtf man?

Who would steel a bike when they have dozens at home that are brand new and have never been used? Well that would be me.

Whilst I’m sitting in this boring ass box of a classroom and doing absolutely nothing, let me tell you about who and what I had to leave behind in Australia because of my parents.

First, I had to leave behind my two best friends, Gaven and Isabel. I’ve known both of these guys since pre-school and saying goodbye to them was actually one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is try and steel the only washing machine in K-mart without anyone noticing.

Hey, don’t make a face ok; It wae a dare, no matter how bad or weird are dare is. I never back out.

Ok, second, I had to say goodbye to my awesome 2012 model Camaro.

I was furious about that, I sold it to some guy for just over 100'000 dollars mum and dad said that was cheap. Uh…5 cents is cheap, who the hell would pay a 100'000 bux for a car!

Obviously that dumb nut.

And last but not least, I had to say goodbye to the sunny days of Australia and the outback.

I’m not a country girl, but isn’t moving from Australia to Washington a bit much? Yeah, that’s what I thought, but, apparently I am wrong.

 Oh, and by the way, my mum and dad are filthy rich.

I’m not one to brag, trust me, when mum and dad give me a hundred dollars to go and spend on ‘clothes’, I give it to some pore homeless guy.

Oh, and another thing, I don’t dress and act like I’m rich. I guess you could say I’m a tomboy with the way I dress.

Probably the way I act to.

It’s always baggy t-shirts and baggy jeans for me, or long sleeved shirts and baggy jeans for me.

I hate, absolutely hate dressing girly.

My mum got that bad about my clothes that every morning before school she would be standing at my bedroom door making sure I had 'posh, lady like girly freaky stuck up' clothes on.

Creepy right?

What she didn’t know is that when Gavin came and picked me up for school he’d have a change of clothes in his trunk.

I wouldn’t bother changing before I got home because I got home before mum and dad.

So, a little on what I look like, hmm, I’ve got long brown to black hair that goes down to my waist and is as curly as hell. I've got green eyes, i get them from my dad.