Lost

I was 15. She was 14. She was tall. I was taller. We both went to the same school; LakeWood Junior High in Los Angeles, California. We found each other in band class. We both played the tenor saxophone. She talked a lot, causing both of us to get terribly bad grades. We hated our teacher for band as well. Her parents cared about her grades while she didn't give a fuck. I didn't talk with my parents much, them being all the way in Southwark, London, England. My parents divorced about 2 years ago causing them to ship me off to Los Angeles, so I wouldn't be "bothered" by my new step mum. She was born here in Los Angeles, having very strict parents. Her long red hair (dyed fire truck red ever month despite the words of her parents) reached just above her hips. She had brown eyes and a few tattoos that her parents didn't know about. She was a mischievous  girl and got into lots of trouble. Only a few boys would actually like her as a girlfriend. And  I was that guy.