Twisted Triangle

Chapter One

It is early in the morning just before school starts. The cold breeze flowing through my long, brown wavy hair and the bright morning sun shining on my back while I walk towards my best friend Lucy's house. When I reach her gate and went into the front yard there dog Milla,a dirty blonde coloured poodle jumps up on me in excitement pushing me back a little, her long shaggy hair runs through my fingers as she jumps around my feet wagging her tail.

"Hey girl." I say in that voice we all do when we see someone cute.

I walk up to the front door and as always I just walk in. Lucy's mum is sitting in the front lounge with a cup of coffee in her hand while she reads her magazine. She totally ignores me as I walk inside and head towards the staircase.
Lucy's family is very wealthy and they live in a gigantic two story house with an indoor pool, tennis court and literally anything else you could dream of having in a house. It is a modern house but is decorated with old fashion typed furniture. As you walk inside you always feel as though you are in one of those fancy display homes.

"LUUUCCCY" I yell "I'M HERE. COME ON WE'LL BE LATE ...AGAIN!"

"I'm coming don't rush me!" She says as she runs from the top of the stairs. Her blonde hair bobs up and down in her bun while she struggles to pull on her navy blazer as she runs into her kitchen grabbing her lunch and trying to shove into her already overpacked bag.

"Geez what's in there the whole of china." I say sarcastically.

"Very funny" she replies with just as much sarcasm. "No actually, I thought I would decorate my locker today, I'm sick of it being plain and boring it needs a little more...PINK!" she pulls out all of the new pink accessories from her bag while she's jumping up and down with excitement.

Lucy is that type of girl that loves everything girly from fluffy poodles to every single boy band that exists even the ones that no ones even heard of before. So it is absolutely no surprise to me that she is going to transform her locker into pink party.
Sometimes I wonder how we get along so well because I'm not so girly I love sports and exercise, and I don't mind getting dirty when I'm working at the animal shelter. I wouldn't know the difference between Justin Bieber and Reece Mastin even after listening to Lucy ramble on about them non-stop for at least three years now.

"Well we should probably go if we want to make it in time." I say and start to head to the door. "Bye Helen!" I say to Lucy's mum.

"Oh Mackenzie I didn't see you there. Have a lovely day you two. "

"Thanks" we both yell back as we walk out the gate and back onto the street.

School is a short walk from Lucy's house and soon enough we are out the front gates of our school Drewett High. Our school is pretty strict it's a private school but it's not like we are in boarding school.
As usual my home room teacher Ms. Cooper a middle age lady with red curly hair hanging down over her black cardigan is out the front checking that we are all in correct uniform.

"Good morning girls." She calls as we walk past her and through the gate. "And Mackenzie tie your hair up please."

"Yes Ms." I say and roll my eyes when she can't see.

As Lucy and I walk up the stairs leading to the quad talking about absolutely nothing we both spot him at the same time and it's like we are frozen we have both turned silent as we stop to admire this guys amazing looks. I haven't seen him around school before, so she must be new. He's standing their, leaning against the lockers carelessly. He is tall, really tall, taller than me. His short dark brown, almost black hair is short at the sides but he has a fringe just the right length over his forehead. His tanned skin is the perfect match up against his bright blue eyes and his arm muscle flex as he adjusts his bag that's hanging off his shoulder. Before we realise we are both staring with our mouths wide open the bell rings for the start of the day.

"Oh damn" I say as I walk towards my locker with Lucy by my side she looks as though she is lost in her own imagination.