Streaks

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Mum used to say that I hung out with the wrong crowd, whenever she said that, I would just laugh.

I guess to anyone who didn't know Rosy closely thought she was some super bad goth girl. She had died her naturally blond hair a deep red, almost black. Her signature style was miniature skirts, skirts that I would never in a million years get away with, and ripped stockings.

She had a name to suit her choice of cloths.

Rosy Temper, or just Temper, was usually rocking out to death metal or talking to one of her many 'boyfriends'. On the outside she did look like what mum assumed, but then again, I knew better.

Me and Rosy went way back, we were seriously close ever since the start of senior school, we were best friends.

No one but me and her knew how.

It started on the first day at MSL, me and her were 'friendship buddies', a thing were the teachers paired up the new girls so they could get to know each other, or so they said. The real reason was that they hoped to give the bad girls a good example.

Usually this started out ok, but gradually went downhill, because, really, who in their right mind would become friends with the girl that the school hoped would send you on the right path.

MSL was a good school, known around the world for its reputation of good HSEs, but for most girls at this Australian all girls boarding school, it was boring class after boring class, in a boring building, surrounded by a boring garden, in a boring country town.

In the friendship buddy evaluation, I was the good girl. The person that got constant As. The student always getting the award for best team player. I fitted perfectly.

Temper was the bad girl, as you probley guessed.

You could see the headmistresses head ticking. Girl who got expelled from her last school for tardiness who has divorced parents and lives her brother plus the girl who won the chess award and somehow received a scholarship, equals two girls who win chess awards.

So here we were, paired up as each others buddy, it seemed we had nothing in common, standing there waiting for the bus to take us home after our most 'exciting' day at school. The gardens surrounding us were extremely dull at this time of year, unless you had a hobby for counting leaves, and the day was too hot to be playing tip or other games, well, even if we could have, according to many of the others, we were too old to be playing them, well, maybe I'm not, but still....

The students dressed in maroon slugged the way to the washed out cars and buses, seeming to steam in the heat.

The afternoon sun burnt the backs of our necks, I guess me and Temper had nothing to say.

My bus arrived, of cause late, and Rosy hopped on with me. We sat five rows from the front silently. Our bus was one of the new ones with air conditioning, with one seat facing the back, it was maybe my favourite thing about that day.

We got off at the same stop and amazingly, were neighbours. Being on the same bus, in the same class, Friendship Buddies and neighbours. Well that's a lot of coincidences, and as they turned out, weren't coincidences at all.