Good Girls, Bad Guys

Just Another Douchebag with No Life

        There was a face in the mirror. Blonde hair, blue eyes. This was me, Kaylyn Reynolds. I was considered a preppy school girl, unfortunately because of my looks, but I don’t want to be. I strive to be different. I walked into my bedroom and pushed open the closet door.

The normal girl that looks like me would wear a showy top, dark skinny jeans, and UGGS, you know, those expensive as hell ankle boots! My family wasn’t one to afford stuff like that.

My mom was a stay-at-home mom and took care of my six-year-old brother, Gale. He was a pain in the, you know what! My mom makes money from working online, but it’s not like she makes thousands of dollars a month.

Three years ago, my parents decided to split and got divorced. Mom, of course, got custody of us, even though I’m old enough to move out. I’m eighteen and graduating high school soon.

Still looking in the closet, I pulled out a knee-length dress and put some stockings on underneath, then slipped on some flats.

I headed downstairs, and almost slipped out the door, but my mom caught me.

“Want an omelet, honey?” she asked.

I shook my head immediately, “No thanks.”

Some people could call me anorexic or what not, but I do eat, just not around people.

I soon walked out the door and to my car, which was a 2014 Chevrolet Malibu. It was white with gray, heated seats and a…you know…roomy backseat. It can definitely come in handy, if you know what I mean. I also loved it, because that car was the one-way ticket out of here, if I ever needed to leave.

Once I got to school, I immediately went to my locker, avoiding any hate whispers about me. For some reason, I realized that no one was interested in harassing me today. I saw two guys talking and pointing to a crowd of people, then ran to join the bunch. It was probably just a new kid, I thought to myself.

I sensed someone behind me and immediately turned around, ready to slap someone. Once I turned around, I found my best friend, Blossom Lynn Terry. She was the nicest person you could ever meet. Well…she was nice to me anyway. She has her bad sides though, whether it’s defending someone or getting revenge, a.k.a getting even at this school.

“What’s going on?” I asked her, referring to the crowd.

Her face seemed expressionless. “New kid,” she replied.

I called it! At least I don’t have all the attention on me for once. I shut my locker once I grabbed all my books.

We started walking down the hall towards the main hall, to computer class, a forty-five minute class on nothing but technology. Sounds easy, huh? Not really!

“So about the new kid…is it a guy or a girl?” I questioned her.

“Guy is what I overheard.” My friend replied, answering my question.

I sighed. ‘Just another douchebag with no life,’ I wanted to yell.

All guys at ACA, short for Atlantic Coast Academy, were jerks.

But, of course, just about every girl at the academy had a boyfriend. Must be nice… My last boyfriend when I went out with Jackson Skye. We had always been really close and he actually understood me. We’re still friends and all, but we don’t really talk a lot anymore. We broke up because he said he wasn’t ready to take it too far, but unfortunately, like all jerks around here, he hooked up with another girl the same week. Damn douche!

Once I took my seat in the back row and Blossom Lynn sat down near the teachers desk, I looked up to see Miss Oates writing useless stuff on the board that no student wanted to see at damn 8 o’clock in the morning!

She rang the bell on her desk, her way of declaring that class has officially started. With that said, let hell begin.

Suddenly, the door opened and an unfamiliar face walked in.