Bad & Badder (paused)

1. excuse me?

I packed the last box, putting some rogue clothes in there. I then taped up the box and took one final look at the room I've spent the last few years in. The walls were bare, and it didn't feel like home anymore. 

When I got downstairs my dad was getting the last of his things out of his office, mom was Italy for a business trip, so all of her stuff was already packed up. 

France was a good temporary home, we can never stay in one place for too long, especially with the family business. It was time we moved again, and it's been a while since we've been in America. 

With our family business we have members all over the world, but a lot of them follow us. When we move, they move. We also have some new recruits to meet in America, so the trip won't be entirely useless. 

Dad and I got into our car and went to the airport, we don't have to worry about boarding passes or getting there super early, we have our own private jet. Which is preposterous, but its faster than dealing with a public plane. 

While on the jet, I fantasize about the new house. Especially how I'm going to decorate my new room, each house I decorate my room differently, and try to stick with that style while I'm there. Let's just say that doesn't always happen, it never happens actually. 

I also think about the beach. We are right near the beach at this house, so I can finally get back to surfing. I could wade around in the water for hours, having sore and tired muscles, and never want to get out. Most people find it terrifying to be in open waters, the unknown, but to me the water is an escape from all of my issues on land. 

After a while I was woken up by a nudge on my shoulder, I looked up to see my dad handing me my carry-on. We gathered any loose belongings and started to make our way off the plane to get our bags and head to the house. 

When we made it to the house I was as tired as the dead. The jet lag was definitely starting to get to me, and don't even get me started on the time difference. As soon as the car was parked, I booked it out of there and immediately made my way to my room. My bed was calling my name and I happily obliged.

When I awoke the next day, I finally took a glance around my room. I was so tired last night I didn't even look at my surroundings, now that I am I am loving my new room. My bed is huge and comfortable, it's like sleeping on a cloud. And the rest of my room is so spacious, perfect for all of my shit. 

As much as I wanted to go back to bed, I had to get ready and get everything prepared for my new school. So, as I showered, I played some music to wake myself up a little, and just let the scorching hot water flow over my skin. When I got out, I brushed my long hair as fast as I could and got it out of my face, in a quick bun. 

I put on a simple outfit of black jeans, and a t-shirt with a baggy flannel I stole from my dad 6 years ago. The best clothes are the ones that aren't your own. I put on some sneakers and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. 

The only car that was at the house was moms, so I grabbed the keys from the drawer and put the directions to my new school in the maps app. Just this last year of school, and I'm out of this torturous hell hole. 

When I got to the school I pulled into the closest spot near the entrance, so I can just easily go in and get out. There weren't a lot of cars, but there were still many for after school hours. or maybe I just underestimated the number of students at this school.  

I followed the map at the entrance to the main office, and when I got to the desk the lady either ignored me or just didn't hear me. Besides the fact that the door I just entered through has an insane creak, that sounds like a woman screaming, but maybe she's just hard of hearing. 

I rapped my hand against her desk and got no response, jeez. 

"Excuse me? I'd like to get my school schedule?" The lady slowly raised her head, revealing beady brown eyes, and a scowl on her face. After she had asked for my name, she looked me up and down, like I was a threat or tasty treat. This was not what I wanted to go through today. After giving her the information she needed, she quickly printed out my schedule and I left the same way I entered. 

I greeted dad when I got home and asked if there were any races near here. My other favorite activity to pass some time, and to also win some money is street racing. People from anywhere gather and place bets on the driver they think will win. Some races are private, and you have to be on a list, and some will have walk-ins. You write your name on a sign in sheet, they randomly match you up, and you race. 

Dad said he will look around while I'm at school this week, which is fair enough, what can I say he's a busy man being a gang leader and all that jazz.