Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right

Chapter 1

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"Tiffany! Come on! You have to go to school!"

I hated it. I hated knowing that I had to go to school. A new one too. I don't want to go. It was my senior year and it was already the second week of school. 

"Coming mom!" I told her with a grunt. I looked myself over. This year was supposed to be the last fresh start I get. It was senior year and I wasn't supposed to move again. I had moved at least 4 times. San Diego was the last place I was moving. We had finally bought a house. Not rented, but bought. Since my old school was back in Dallas, Texas I wanted to start all over. Over in Dallas I was the badass girl. The one guys always thought was the hottest because I got in so much trouble with the principles and stuff. 

Over here in San Diego I wanted to try and be the good girl for once. Hey, if it doesn't work out you can't say I didn't try. I looked myself over again in the mirror above my vanity dresser. I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a purple shirt that hung off one of my shoulders that said KARMA across it with a pair of black converse to top the look off. I had on mascara adding a little tick on the side of my eyes with the eyeliner and some cherry flavored chap stick. My usual straight-as-as-ruler hair was in loose curls, my fringe straightened, swept across my eyes. I grabbed my black backpack and walked downstairs. 

My mom was there waiting for me, I guess, thinking I was gonna need a ride. "Do you need a ride?" I thought about it. I didn't want my mom to drive me, but I also didn't know where the school was. San Diego High School. I'm sorry but that name is not very unique if you ask me. But whatever. 

"Uhm, no. I will just drive there." "Do you know where it's at?" "No..." I told her sheepishly. "Well, you should leave now because if you find the school on time you will be late and you still need to get your schedule." She informed me. "Oh, and are you taking your car or bike?" 

Yes, I had both a car and bike. What can I say, we were practically rich. My dad was an owner of some big business and my mom was a fashion designer. I got everything I wanted, everything I asked for without much of a hassle. I got my bike from my dad when I first learned how to drive one, which was when I was 16. While my mom thought it was too dangerous so for my first car I had gotten an Audi R8. She was gonna get me a Lamborghini, but I told her not too. I don't like when my parents spend a lot of money on me. But they insist.

"I think I'm gonna take my bike." My bike was a pink and black Ducati. I loved that thing more than I think anyone can love anything. I quickly went into the garage and got the keys to my bike as I walked to the switch to open the garage. I grabbed the helmet and put it on. I know what your thinking. This girl curled her hair and it is usually straight and she is putting on a helmet?! Yeah, that's really smart (your sarcasm is noted). My hair is like that one in 99% that my hair stays the same as when I put on my helmet as when I take it off.

I quickly hopped on the bike going into the direction that I remembered when my mom drove by the school. I took a right and then on my next turn 2 lefts. I stopped when I found the school. This wasn't a private school, you could tell because there was no uniform, but by the way it looked you would've thought otherwise. There was a long pavement up to the steps to the big glass and wood doors that led inside.