Dangerous Illusion

Chapter 3

okay okay I understand the first few chapters have been boring I promise I am gonna make up for it.

After the talk with the principal she mentioned that it was quite unusual for them to allow new students in the middle of the semester but she would allow it for now. 

She showed me around the school and said that since it was my first day tomorrow she had assigned me with someone who I share all morning classes with. some chick named Skylar.

My first class was Math, then English, Then technology, Then art. after that it was lunch then I would proceed to my last four periods, History, Psychology, Law & criminals, And Phys Ed.

during the tour of the school I was instructed on the dress code, Not like those are ever enforced, and other rules, most of which I will ignore. 

heading out of the school back to my bike I see that the group of boys were now gone and the parking lot was empty besides cars from the teachers.

 Before Heading off to this new home I pull up a GPS and put in the information the real-estate agent had given me, with this I took off in my direction. 

Arriving at this little house I look around. This part of town seems different than the other part I had seen when I first entered town. sides of houses spray painted on trash everywhere, you'd think this was an apocalypse or something.

back to looking at the few houses surrounding me to my left there is a small White House with the driveway occupied by a big red truck. In front of this house theres a man sitting on the porch.

looking over to the house on my right I see a small white car in the driveway that is shoved to the edge of the driveway as if to make room for another vehicle (not that there was much space anyways).

The house itself looks to be in okay condition a couple of beer bottles and cigarette buds in the garden. 

Back to my house its small but you can tell its been taken care of. the paint job on the siding. The garden has a few flowers which had died out by now.  Its only one story and looks to be a small cube. 

About to head inside I hear the man on the porch next door shout 

"Hey girlie, I see ya don't got no parents with ya, why don't you come over here and I will give you a nice welcome." Perv.

 Hmmm maybe I should teach this guy what it means to mess with someone like me.

I head over to his porch and see his shirt is covered in what I can presume to be beer stains based off of the fact that he's wasted off his ass and beer in his hand.

"Hey, What do ya have in store?" I ask trying to sound somewhat flirtatiously.

"W-well I was thinking maybe You could show me some of the furniture in your new house there ya see?" he says hiccuping half way through.

"Okay" I reply as he gets up.

Once he stands up he gets really close to me so I do what any girl would do. I knee him Down Under. He topples over and I swing my foot back beginning to kick him 

"WOMEN ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING SEX TOY ESPECIALLY UNDER AGE NOW GO FUCK OFF BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE MORGUE." I scream finishing the last of the kicks.

I start to walk back to my house seeing other cars passing by on the street, I look back and he's still laying on the ground and I smirk thinking about how many bruises thats gonna leave and how much I would like to do that to them.

Opening the door to my house to a small hallway. checking the first door on the right it seems to lead to a garage, which could probably fit one small car. the next door is a four piece bathroom with a colour scheme which seems to be blue and white. the next  room in this hallway is right beside the front door to the left is my bedroom small but large enough to fit a double bed and a dresser. 

reaching the end of the hallway I see an open space in the middle is a dinning table with doors to the backyard behind it. To my left I see a tiny kitchen, most definitely not the place for everyone to hang out, and finally to the right theres a decent sized living room with an L-Shaped couch and a small coffee table, will have to get a tv for this room.

The house its self is not very decorative so thats another good aspect, nothing to attach myself in this place. 

A rumble outside draws my attention. I look out my window to see a boy, the same boy that was at the school earlier.

He seems to have just arrived home but that isn't what the noise came from. it came from his friends loud cars they were shouting at him to hurry up so they weren't late. 

Late to what? 

He soon is running back out of the house hopping on his bike. giving me an idea...

Maybe I should follow them.