Drummer's Girl

[#1] Riders on Ducati

Marshy grey clouds circumferenced the city and it was not even June. The clarity of the roads was hardly there yet, amidst the spooky clawing of the corvus splendens, you could hear buses splash the water accumulated in the puddles.

How monotonous and monochrome for a day to rejoin school. AH, not so much. May 25th was one of those days that was liked by the types of Mack, Cray Mackenzie. She liked it just the way it was, the dirty look of the city reflecting the true filth that hid within the tall grey buildings where people fresh out of college spontaneously went to enslave themselves for daily 9 to 5 jobs. Ew, how pitiful. Why study for 15 years to join the rat race?

Her motto: do what you want, nothing helps hide you from the unwanted scrutiny of the hypocritical peers. She, in her green knee length pleated school skirt and crisp pearly white shirt buttoned till the cuffs was the perfect example of a perfect example. And the previous line is not a typing repetation.

Her hair was military undercut, with bangs and fringes that could cover her eyes. The watch she wore on her right wrist, to imitate males, was a g-shock analogue+digital one. Her prized possession. The female wore men's fragrance to look tough, and it suited her. Knee high socks complemented her thin legs and the loafers accentuated her delicate ankle hills. Straight face that barely showed any expressions except smirks or an annoyed one. She felt most people around her were not worth her time. Call her an uptight bitch but nope, she saw the world as it was. A cynical teenage who had been framed into the wall of life by numerous childhood experiances. After all, she knew why people approached her and was not afraid to put people in their place. She was a no-nonsense kind of girl.

Maria Spencers, the girl who sat behind her on her Ducati Scrambler, was what people called the school's whore. But, what is the problem when the person is a kind one who simply likes to sleep around? So what if she wore loud lipstick even on a trip to the grocery store? Why dislike her for being what she is? But no, people stereotyped her even tho they fantasized about being with a new person every minute of their own life. Mack was not wrong when she called people hypocrites.

Mack often wondered why people thought that Maria was dumb? Not all blondes who wore their shirt with he top two buttons open didn't care for their academic excellence. Maria always ranked in the top 10s. She liked being praised, by all. A teacher's pet who would go to any extent to help one in need.

While Maria was more of the sweet kind, Mack was despised by the people at school for her big mouth and sharp cold eyes that she protected behind round nerd glasses.

No one knew what Mack actually was behind the thick bangs and full sleeved shirt. Maria felt sorry while Mack felt proud. That was that.