Player meets player

Player meets player - First chapter

~Renita's point of view - First Day of School ~ 

      They say that the average high school student hates to get up early. Luckily I'm not your average student. I mean I'm the owner of the cruise ship line since my grandfather died. He made me his heir in his will, instead of my mother, therefore leaving me with an entire cruise line and over $10,000,000. Back to the subject- do you know why it's lucky that I get up early? It gives me enough time to make my breakfast, since I don't make my chef work early in the mornings. Since the time is 4 am in the morning, I have 4 hours until it's time to go to school - yay me. Grabbing the hair gel, shampoo, and other things any other girl would need to get a shower, I accidently knocked a small box out of the cupboard. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes when I seen which box it was. Hurriedly grabbing the box, I put it back on the counter near the sink. Wiping the tears away from my eyes, I stepped into the shower to get cleaned up for school. After I got out of the shower I walked over to the sink counter grabbing my favorite blood red tank with Nickelback's lead singer Chads signature written in gold lettering and my favorite ripped black jeans. As I changed from the towel to the clothes the memories flooded back. On my 9th birthday my Grandfather had given me the beautiful box with the words Your forever in my heart. I ran my hand over the words, took a deep breath, and walked downstairs. I glanced around the entry room, it's always empty since my parents have a fond love of traveling and having multiple honeymoons. They are supposed to be parents. Parents call, parents talk to you, parents ground you, and parents are supposed to come to your school parent meetings or talent shows. When I was 11 and I had a talent show, my parents didn't even come to take me there, my nanny had to take me. Those are the kind of parents I have. Grabbing the eggs and the rest of the ingrediants and creating an omlet calmed me down a little. Since I was still mad at my parents and fates design, I decided to go for a walk around the block despite my rich neighbors possibly staring down at me in disdain. On the way out the door I slipped my flip-flops on, shutting the door behind me and locking it. 

       An hour later I was near a dog park, I stopped and watched the kids with their dogs. Shaking my head at the richer peoples dogs with pink tutus on them, I turned and headed back the way I had come from. Running a jog past the ally I seen a blackish brownish mass of what I thought was garbage. I stopped to stare at it and then I realized it was a dog when it lifted it's head. Huh, what a coincidence - I walk past a dog park and I find a dog. I warily crouched down to it's level. Hmm, it didn't have a collar, check. Wasn't foaming at the mouth, check. Seemed to be well mannered, check. Slowly I maneuvered closer to it despite it cowering lower and growling. I put my hand in front of it's nose, yes it may be a dumb move but I have enough money - I can buy a robotic hand if it eats this one. The dog stopped growling and leaned forward to sniff my hand. Then it surprised me into standing up slowly and looking at me with milk chocolate brown eyes as if to say, "Where to now?" Shrugging I stood up and started walking back home checking behind me to see if the dog was following me. By the time I got home the dog was still following me and also limping a little on it's left hind leg. I walked towards the garden where the hose was kept and encouraged the dog to follow me. It sat down and watched me to see what I was going to do next. Lucky for him - he didn't have to wait long. I turned the hose on sprinkler mode and started soaking him. The dog was large, and his bark was just as large and loud as him. Thankfully, he decided not to run too far away and always came back. After I got the dirt off him I could see the dog was, yes a male, and yes a german shepherd. He was a gorgeous dog I could see now. I brought him into the house and used one of my combs to get the tangles out of his fur. I glanced up at the old oak wood grand father clock. Shoot! I was supposed to already be headed to school by now! 

      Petting the dog and calling him upstairs to my room, I led him into my huge bathroom. After, of course, putting the toilet lid down, covering my hot tub, and shutting the door to my shower. Shutting the door after me and putting on my high heeled black boots. I ran down the stairs and then smacked my forehead. I forgot to put the do not disturb sign on my rooms door handle. Racing back upstairs and putting it there so Lea the maid wouldn't go into my room then my bathroom. I didn't know what exactly the dog would do. I grabbed my leather jacket on the way out of the house. I slid it on as I ran over to my motor cycle. I revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway, intent on getting to school on time for once. (I've gone to a lot of schools.) I finally got to the school and the only reason it took so long was because of traffic. I found a parking spot close to the entrance and a red Alfa Romeo 6C sports car tried to cut me off. It may be a nice car but the driver sure as hell has another thing coming. Speeding up I quickly beat her into the parking spot. The blonde haired girl scowled as she took the parking spot farther down. Expecting a confrontation I took off my helmet and shook my long dark brown hair out. Swinging my leg over the back of the motorcycle I stood arms crossed waiting for little miss barbie to get over here. I sadly wasn't even joking by calling her little miss barbie. She wore a pink dress, pink heels, and a pink head band pulling back her platinum blond hair. The girl in the passenger seat got out and wore the same thing except she had slightly frizzy red hair. Hmm, I could call her blondie or I could call her barbie. Ah, the choices, Barbie is more insulting though.