Mod High

Mod High for Model Students

"Hurry up, dear or you'll be late!" I heard my step-mother calling to me from down stairs.

With a sigh I tossed the covers off of me and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a deep blue scoop neck blouse and a pair of black jeans along with my yellow belt with small ruby studs and began getting ready for the day. It was the first day of my last year of high school, and I couldn't be more eager to be out of here.

After I finally brushed out the last knot in my long black hair, I joined my mom and brothers down stairs. My three brothers, Jared, Jesse, and Jacob, looked at me in unison.

"Would you look at that," Jared mocked, "Rachel actually looks like a girl today!"

Jesse and Jacob laughed, and I merely rolled my eyes. None of them were my full brothers. They were my father's and Nicolette's children. My mom had left me with the brats and that brute I have to call 'Father' long ago. Nicolette wasn't bad, but she could hardly control those three for more than ten minutes tops.

"Now, boys," She gently scolded, "Be nice to your sister."

"Whatever," Jared groaned.

I was glad they were still in Junior High so I wouldn't have to deal with them outside of the house. Soon I'd be off to any college I wanted, which would be the farthest one from Jump City.

"Oh, would you look at the time." Nicolette smiled. "You better get going, Rachel. You don't want to be late on your first day!"

I smiled as she handed me a black lunch box with azure designs on it.

"Thanks, Nicolette," I waved as I left the kitchen. I slipped on my blue flats and began the short walk to Mod High School for Model Students. Even though I had been attending the school for three years prior, I still thought the name was rather odd. The massive building came into sight, its brilliant cream bricks standing out against a perfectly trimmed green lawn and the deep grey of the sidewalk.

"Is that Rachel Roth I see?" I flinched at the sound of that voice.

God, why did it have to be her of all people? I turned and smiled awkwardly at a group of girls each carrying caramel frappes. The popular girls if you prefer them to have a title.

There was a tall girl with her hair dyed a bright pink with colored contacts to match. That was Jinx. A much shorter girl with long blonde hair and a pink headband smirked, her blue eyes glittering. She went by Kitten.

Of course, Jinx and Kitten weren't their real names, but they absolutely insisted on being called that and won't respond to any other name, though I have a few better choices for them.

Then there was the girl always at center stage. Her hair was a deep blonde, tied back into a long ponytail with a few strands left to frame her delicate features. Her light blue eyes sparkled as she anticipated making my life as miserable as possible before we all moved on with our lives. Her name was Terra.

"Oh, it is you!" She exclaimed. "I almost didn't recognize you. Decided to start dressing like a girl these days?"

Her lackeys laughed in unison at her joke.

"Good one," Jinx smirked.

"Yeah, Terra, that was, like, perfect!" Kitten purred.

"Funny," I growled, "My brother said the exact same thing this morning. He's thirteen."

"Oh, looks like Rae-Rae is finally getting a backbone." Terra frowned. "You better watch it, or your life really won't be worth living."

"Now you're threatening me?" I feigned shock. "And here I thought we were such good friends."