Chapter 3

*Today I don't feel like doing anything,

I just wanna lay in my bed

Don't feel like picking up my phone,

So leave a message at the tone*

Ugh Amen! Bruno Mars' "The Lazy Song" said it all while blasting from my alarm clock. I honestly didn't want to get up. I violently swung at the awful invention at my bedside, realising that it wasn't going to shut itself off.

My first day of high school. Well, at least at a public high school. I groaned as I dragged myself out of the most comfortable bed that ever existed... Mmm. Memory Foam. I trudged to the bathroom next to my room and turned on the shower. I stepped in not realising it was still cold. Hissing through my teeth I jumped back fast. I waited a couple minutes and gingerly stuck my foot out into the water. Sighing as the hot water hit my body.

I always loved hot showers. How they could melt away everything that I was dealing with, leaving me to think about absolutely nothing.

I started humming the tune of the song that had woken me up and soon I was belting it out. I loved singing in the shower. Everything always sounded so much better. I laughed to myself remembering the video for the song. It was pretty funny.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a big fluffy blue towel around myself. I whipped the steam off of the mirror and glanced at myself not seeing anything special. I'm not ugly or anything, there's just nothing special about me.

I have dark chocolaty coloured hair that comes down to about my waist and light blue eyes with a tint of gray. My body has a little bit of curves to it, but nothing drastic. I'm about 5 foot 6' with a decent sized bust. The point is I'm comfortable with the way I look.

I realize that I have abut of time before I have to finish getting ready so I pic up the rugged journal from my bedside and start to write. I always carry my song book with me. You never know when some lyrics might be said or pop into your head. I usually don't use half of them because they suck, but once in a while there's something I can transform into a song.

It looked kind of cold out so I put on some ripped skinny jeans, a long sleeved, navy blue shirt, a black leather jacket and put on my favourite brown army boots. I left my hair to dry naturally wavy and only applied a little eyeliner and mascara. I'm not big on the whole make-up thing.

After I was done getting ready I nervously headed downstairs to where I thought the kitchen was. After five minutes of searching I finally found John, Linda, and Nate all sitting around the island. You could tell this was Linda's favourite room because it was spotless and filled with beautiful wood, tile, and appliances.

"Good morning" I said quietly. All three of their heads snapped up to look at me. Within a second they all jumped up and started to fuss over me, well except for Nate who again just clung to my leg. What's with this kid and legs?

"Good morning!" Linda said excitedly. "Would you like any breakfast?"

"Um, I guess toast would be okay... some eggs and bacon too" I added when I saw her disappointed face and all the food she had prepared. I don't know why I cared about any of their feelings, normally I would just leave without even saying anything, but it felt different with them. They were so nice and I felt guilty when I was rude to them. Stupid overly happy people. Why can't they just leave me be. I'm fine on my own.

I went to go sit down and tripped over Nate who I forgot was still attached to my leg.

I hit the ground with a thud and started laughing in the middle of Linda scolding Nate. He was still holding on. That kid is persistent. Linda stopped and looked at me shocked. Then all of us burst out laughing.

I abruptly stopped laughing when I realised what was happening. I was letting myself become too comfortable. I nudged Nate off while getting up.

Nate ran off pretending to be a plane, and John and Linda stopped laughing, looking confused at my sudden change of attitude.

I cleared my throat before talking. "Um, how am I getting to school?" I said void of any emotion.

John started digging in his pocket while Linda turned away looking hurt. I heard a jingle and turned to see what it was. John held out a set of car keys to me.

"Uh, w-what's that?" I said slightly afraid of the answer.

"The keys to your car" He said smiling.

I stared at him in shock. He saw that I wasn't making any move to grab them so he got up and put them in my hand.

"Oh, don't forget to give her some cash in case she needs some and the cell phone we got her." Linda reminded. John nodded, handing me two fifty dollar bills and a phone. He patted my head, and sat back down.

"I, I can't accept this." I stated, still wide eyed.

"Yes you can silly." Linda laughed. "We're supposed to take care of you, you're family."

"Okay, but I'm going to look for a job. I can't let you pay for everything."

"But that's our j-"I shook my head stopping her.

"No. I'm getting a job. I have to go to school now or I'm going to be late. Bye." I turned and walked away before they could say anything else.

I got to the big garage and pressed the button on the automatic car starter. Out of the four nice cars parked in there, the black shiny Ford Mustang's lights flashed with a beep. I couldn't believe this. This car couldn't be mine. The Cosgroves must be even more loaded than I thought. I sighed and winced as I felt the guilt roll through. I am such a horrible person. I don't deserve this, any of this. Why do they have to be so nice and generous?

With that I got in the car. I was never much of a car person, but goodness this car is amazing. It was so smooth and silent. It's like its reading my mind and driving for me. I secretly decided to name it Steve. No one would ever know. This was between me and Steve. He would be the only thing in my life that I would love. Wow, how pathetic is that. But Steve is a nice a car...

I arrived at the school ten minutes later. As I pulled into the parking lot all the students turned and stared as I parked near the school. I took a moment to calm myself down. Breath in, breath out. Everything will be okay Kiera. Just keep your head in the game. Oh wow, I must be losing it. I just quoted High School Musical and I'm talking myself. I whimpered slightly as I opened the door. This is going to be a long day.

With everyone staring at me, the walk to the school doors felt like it was taking an eternity. I was watching my feet so I don't know how I tripped. Why do I have to be so clumsy? My hands and knees took all the impact. Good thing I was wearing my brown finger cut off gloves so there was no damage there but my knees were a different story.

Suddenly there was a pair of black army styled boots in my vision, the tongues hanging out and the laces loosely strung. Why couldn't this person be the one to trip? He was the one who couldn't tie his shoes properly.

"Hey there beautiful, need a hand?" He winked when I looked up at him. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had that whole mysterious bad boy thing going on with his black hair and matching eyebrows, ice blue eyes, and chiselled facial structure, but you could tell he was an athlete buy his tall muscular build. He had to be at least 6ft.

I shook my head, trying to clear my head. I cannot be thinking these things about him. He is oozing player and I won't let myself be one of his victims. This guy was all lies and charm; there was nothing true about him.

"No thank you" I sneered as I pushed myself up, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked passed him. Both he and the others all had shocked expressions on; I'm guessing he doesn't get rejected that often

"Oh, you're a feisty one I see. I do like a challenge." He commented as he quickened his pace to keep up with me. Regaining his confidence after being shot down.

Please don't follow me, please don't follow me. I chanted in my head, but to no avail.

"So what's your name feisty?" He asked.

No way am I giving him the satisfaction of winning me over. I'll do whatever it takes to get this guy to go away.

"Joe Suckit" I responded, while waking faster, but to my displeasure he began walking faster too.

"Hello Joe--- wait... Suckit? Oh ha ha, 'Joe Suckit', 'Go Suck It' very funny." He said in confused but amused voice. "No seriously, what's your name?" he repeated. I once again ignored him as I turned the corner, fallowing the arrows on the floor that lead the way to the office.

"Are you not going to tell me?" I could hear the slight annoyance in his voice.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Really, you're going with the immature response of 'because'?" he said with the air quote gestures and a chuckle.

"Yup." I responded.

"I will find out feisty, I promise."

"Please don't." I snarled as I entered the office. I pretended to be unbothered by this boy's presence, but he was really getting on my nerves. Doesn't he know how to take a hint? God he was annoying.

He started to retreat when he saw a man who I assume was the principle because of his tailored suit and strict stance, but not before whispering in my ear.

"I always keep my promises feisty, always." His breath was warm as is blew in my ear and down my neck sending shivers all the way down my spine. I blushed and turned to look at him, but he was already striding down the hallway. He glanced back with a grin, catching my eye and winking once again before disappearing around the corner.

"Hello, you must be Miss Brooks." I turned to see the principle holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Yes," I croaked, still feeling slightly dazed. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes." That was better. I shook the man's hand.

"Good. I'm Mr. Warren. Welcome to Redford Heights." And with that I began my first day of high school. Who knew this was the beginning of a whole new life for me too.





Heey everyone! Here's the third chapter. The girl on the side is Jessica Stroup. She's who I picture Kiera, with a few differences of course. She is really pretty and a good actress. :) She's from 90210 for those of you who haven't seen her before. Ahaha, the song on the side is "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars. I laughed quite a bit at the video. So I have to go study for a Trig test. :( Wish me luck. Vote/Comment. <3

Rina