Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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C H A P T E R O N E | The First Day
'You don't need
a reason to
save people'
"IT'S HIS FIRST DAY, BRODY. My little wittle honey bunch going off to his new high school. Your mommy is so proud of you, honey bunch." Mom cooed at me, cacooning my head under her hold, delicately rubbing at my raven black tufts. "Who's a good boy?" She asked the obvious question. "Me," I mumbled, giving her a miniscule goofy smile.
Dad cleared his throat. "He's getting late, Brit. Let the boy go." He was sprawled on the new couch, his legs over the arm rest slightly swinging by the air. There was a laptop on his chest, glasses perched on top of his wide nose.
"Don't forget to grab your lunch, baby." She trotted inside our tiny kitchen and appeared with a light brown coloured paper bag filled with mom's special chicken and cheese grilled sandwiches and cookies from last night.
Grabbing it from her soft hands, I leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Bye, mom. Love you." My gaze wandered to dad. "Bye dad."
"Don't miss us so much!" Dad yelled from his favourite couch, eyes set on the laptop's screen.
Giving him a crooked smile, I shifted my bag onto my shoulders and began to shuffle my way out of the living room and out the door. Nervousness bubbled through me as I brought my hand to my other hand and rubbed them against each other, trying to produce as much heat as possible to ward off cold. The paper bag was neatly tucked inside my school bag. It would probably be cold by the time the lunch is allowed.
Soon, I was on the main road. My feet stopped right near the long pole indicating that it was a bus stop. Sighing in relief, I leaned my weight onto it and just waited for the bus which would take me to my new school. Rubbing both of my hands together, I decided to listen to music. Imagine dragons was my go-to playlist when I was out somewhere I didn't wanted to be.
The song shifted to Thunder and I found myself looking up. My gaze swept past the whole bustling street until it swiftly landed on the red flashy car, containing a gang of six girls. Curiosity and amusement simmered in me as I froze, entranced by the rowdy girls.
...feel the thunder, lightning and the thunder. thunder.
My heart hammered against my chest as I focused on the gang entirely. I couldn't see their faces clearly but there was something odd about them. Their expressions were quite indifferent and...weird. Something was not right. They appeared to be younger but the way that they carried themselves indicated that they were far too mature. I was about to offer all my thoughts to the girls when the bus came to stand right in front of me, blocking my view of the car and the girls.
