Not About The Bad Boy

Chapter One

I screamed at the closed front door and than turned my attention to it. The cause to my Monday morning problem. And it was not mismatched socks.

The gigantic dog in front of me who down right refused to move out of my way, gave a long sigh, his fringe flapping up for a few seconds showing his blue eyes.

"If I'm late I'm cutting your fringe right out," I threatened the Old English Sheepdog.

He just cocked his head to the side.

This canine was an absolute liar, we both knew he understood me. He spoke English and 'Doggo' fluently.

He sniffed my right pocket and barked.

I shouted behind my back, "Mom! He's getting me late again!"

"Just give it to him," The wonderful woman who gave birth to me replied.

It was way too late to run back into the kitchen and get him a treat and anyways Mum was locking up and ready to leave as soon as I left.

Glaring at him I tried to wiggle my past the front door. He put his entire body weight on the side as I  was trying to wiggle through.

Fifty kilograms on Monday morning was not the best feeling in the world, in fact it was right down there with alarms and oatmeal.

I gave up and dropped to the floor, I mentally reminded myself to remember to dust my top once I was done here.

"Look here fella, let my go and I'll give you a piece," I bribed the excited canine. He had figured out that I had shoved food in my pocket.

He lifted his head up and blinked slowly at me. This dog was way too smart for his own good. It was kind of a pain in the butt right now.

"Half than,'' I tried again. I was hungry too and was not willing to give up my breakfast to him.

My reply was a gentle thump of his tale on the ground. At least we were getting somewhere here.

"Fine!" I threw my hands up in the air and woke up.

I put my hand into my pocket and got out the rolled piece of pancake I hoped to eat on the bus on the way to school.

Faster than The Flash, McQueen was up and out of my way.

Yes I had named him after the famous  fictional NASCAR from route 66. And no don't judge my actions. I'm a Pixar fan inside out.

I threw the piece up in the air and ran out the door slamming it into his face just as he was trying to follow me.

"And the one and only Blythe comes outs victorious!" I pumped my fist in the air and ran down the driveway.

My heart dropped to my boots when I saw that the bus was already up the hill.

"No, no, no!" I shouted and ran after it. I jumped and waved my hands up and down than I figured it was useless since this was the last stop until the fifteen minute ride to jail, wait I meant school.

I ran up the hill and saw it speed away. Damn Harry the bus driver and his tendency to try to get us to school early. Which included hitting the accelerator more often than not.

I bit my lip to stop tears from rolling out of my eyes. I was Blythe and I did not cry.

I looked down and noticed that I had a huge blotch of dog slob on my blue top.

Great I had missed the bus and got dog slob on my top. I threw the minute piece of pancake in my mouth.

I slowly walked down the hill, using my sleeve to wipe my eyes. It was going to be a long walk and I knew I was going to be late anyway.

This day was slowly going downhill so fast I could use VI over HE to calculate the downwards slope of my morning.

The bus as long gone as I made my way up the second hill. I was already sweaty and my top stuck to me in some places.

The roads were dead with everyone already gone to work or school, the only things on the road were a few birds and they looked as happy as, well birds.

I was about to cross the empty road when a car came speeding towards me.

Instead of running onto the sidewalk I closed my eyes. I had heard of flight, fight or freeze reactions. And it looked like my body chose the last one.

"I'm gonna die on an empty stomach," I groaned as I shut my eyes tight.

I opened my eyes a crack to see that the car had slammed it's brakes and drifted down the rest of the few spaces that was between us.

I didn't really have to open my eyes to see that I would have heard it anyway. It sounded cats being burned. Well if they could look as good as this car did in the early morning sunshine.

The driver stopped just a few millimeters away from me, the shiny grey metal reflecting my image. You could barely fit a hair between the both of us.

"I'm gonna live," I grinned at the window tinted to an illegal level and than I crumpled to the damp ground.

Black was such a pretty colour.

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I wanted to keep this chapter short so you guys get the feel of it. And of our main chick. I'm planning to go more in-depth of the characters a bit later.

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