Third Generation

Chapter One

I woke up, got ready for school, and went downstairs. Tomorrow was my birthday. My sixteenth, birthday. I would be excited, but my parents have ruled my past fifteen birthdays. I didn't want them ruling this one, too. This was supposed to be my most important birthday of my life. But I was pretty sure they'd find someway to microscop it into a small party at a fancy little restaraunt.

"Good morning, Alexis!" Mom hugged me.

"Morning, baby girl," Dad joined in.

"Morning, guys," I chuckled.

"You excited for tomorrow?" Mom looked at me.

I smiled. "Yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I be?"

They shrugged and smiled.

"So, can I invite Nicole tomorrow? I mean, if we're doing anything," I asked.

"Even if we weren't, you could still invite her over," Mom smiled.

"Cool, thanks," I said walking to my bus stop.

I waited and occasionally glanced at Mom and Dad watching me. My foot tapped anxiously, as I waited for the bus to arrive. When it finally came, I got on, and sat in seat 22. I brought my knees up to the back of the seat and waited for Nicole to get on. I let my eyes rest as I waited.

Nicole was so much fun to be around. She was sixteen, looked like Mary-Kate Olson, and had a fun life. See, her parents weren't overprotective like mine. She had freedom to do whatever she wanted--as long as it was safe. She's been mu friend since freshman year. When I told her about my life, she completely understood and stuck by me ever since.

"Hi!" Nicole yelled in my ear.

My eyes snapped open and I looked at her. Yep. She's always been this way.

"You're loud," I said rubbing my eyes.

"Yep. So, I have your present at my place. And I heard there's a new kid at school!" she smiled.

"Who?" I asked.

"I dunno his name. I just know he's new."

"And that it's a he," I laughed.

"I want you to date him," she said.

The bus pulled up to the school and we got off the bus.

"I don't even know who the new kid is," I told her.

"I think that's him!" she yipped.

I looked over my shoulder to where she was pointing, and saw him. He was walking to the entrance of the school, with a bag slung over his shoulder. He had spiky blonde hair, and blue eyes--as far as I could see. He was actually...hot. Like, all the girls in school were drooling over him hot. I bit my lip. There was no way a guy like him would even consider a girl like me.

I mean, guys like him always ended up with the cheerleader. Guys like him overlooked us regular girls who are clearly much better for him than the cheerleader. I guess I should try out for cheerleading. But then that would make me a fake. I didn't want to be fake. I have been and always will be real. I just wish I could date a guy.

He looked at me and I looked back at Nicole. "Let's go."

"You totally like him," Nicole giggled.

"I don't even know him," I said as we entered the school.

"Yes, but you were totally checking him out," Nicole smirked.

I sighed. "It's not like he'd date me anyway."

"Oh, come on. Maybe," she shrugged.

"Yeah, that's what you said last time," I reminded her.

"Hey, I seriously thought he liked you," she held her hands up.