Post by keirabetts on Aug 21, 2010 11:24:41 GMT -6
"I'm going to school, mom," she yelled over the noise of her mother's television. She knew what her mother was watching without even looking at the television. She had just been accepted at the academy, and her mother was watching soap operas when she should have been seeing her off to school. Luckily, she had a car. And she planned to use it. As she walked out the door of their studio apartment, she grabbed the keys to her Mustang Convertible. She paused slightly. "Hey, Gideon," She yelled."Need a ride to school," She queried her younger brother. She got the usual reply; a grunt. She took it as a no and walked out of the apartment building. She walked quickly to her car. She straightened out her uniform which consisted of a navy blazer with the VA seal, a black dress shirt, a navy skirt that brushed against her knees, white knee highs, and a pair of black heels. Her clothing was modest enough that no cleavage or undergarments were showing. She pulled her compact mirror from her leather purse and looked at her reflection. She would need to adjust her make up at Starbucks, but she was fine otherwise. She pressed the button which would unlock her car. She never left the hood down for theft reasons. She never left much in the car; unless you count a few outdated maps, a dolphin air freshener, a steering wheel cover, and a few other items of no value. She slid into the car and readjusted her clothing then she readjusted her mirror. Her clothing, bath products, toiletries, emergency kit, make up, and a few books had already been packed in the back seat. She jammed her key into the ignition in frustration. She was nervous. She turned the key slowly to start the car. A nervous laugh bubbled in her throat as she realized how she was acting. She grabbed her sunglasses from the dashboard and slid them on. She tapped lightly on the gas pedal. A smile spread about her lips as the car drove smoothly down the road; almost seeming to purr. She had the numbers of the people who mattered stored in her cell phone. The handy device was tucked securely within her purse. If she panicked, she could reach them. Her mind drifted as she thought about her brother. He had been perfectly fine in that public school. Why hadn't she been fine? Hell, the bugger already had a girlfriend that clung to his arm and cooed at ever word he spoke. It disgusted her, but it made her jealous at the same time. She sighed softly. This was going to be a long day. Especially considering that she would only be able to go home on weekends and holidays. What's more is that she'd be sharing a room with a stranger. She sighed again. Not paying attention, She passed the Starbucks and groaned, slapping her palm against the steering wheel. "Damn it," she muttered as she went to the next light. Her plan was to do a U-turn. At least it was. She saw the sign that forbid U-turns and slapped the steering wheel again. Today was not going to be her day. She grumbled and decided to make a dashing move. The next place up, there was no light, and she was entering a residential neighborhood. She pulled into the first driveway she saw and backed up. She yelled, "You got company!" It was a joke that her family used to say whenever they were on road trips and missed a turn. She missed those days. With a soft sigh, she allowed her grip on the steering wheel to relax. She would need to get gas during the lunch break. She finally pulled into the Starbucks' parking lot and smiled to herself. She turned off the car and pulled her keys from the ignition. She got out of the car slowly so as to not upset the way in which she had adjusted her clothing. She glanced at her watch and cursed under her breath. At this rate, she'd be late for class. She dismissed the thought. She needed caffeine before she passed out. She breezed through the doors and walked up to the counter. What the hell, she thought to herself. She was already going to be late. She might as well order breakfast while she's at it. She flashed the cashier a small smile. "Hey, I'd like to order a skinny cinnamon dolce latte and a Starbucks perfect oatmeal. The name's Keira," she said matter of factly. She handed over her credit card and identification card then quickly signed her name when she was told to do so. She walked quietly over to the pick up area to receive what she had ordered. She crossed her arms slightly and gazed around. She quickly took a peek at her car. It was still fine. She sighed softly. She glanced in her purse to see if her mace was still there then whipped out her cell phone. She smiled inwardly at the text message her father had sent. It was simple. "Be safe and have fun at your new school," it said then at the end, there was the usual goofy emoticon. She texted back as quickly as she could, "You too. Have fun being a teacher." She giggled as she sent it. She knew her dad loved her. And she loved him. What she could never grasp was why he would text her as often as he did. He was certainly involved. She had to give him some credit. She barely noticed as her name was called. She walked quickly over to the counter, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry," she mouthed to the probably agitated worker. She slipped the worker a five as a tip for the problem she had caused with her inability to pay attention. She grasped her breakfast and walked over to a table. She sat down and began to eat the scalding oatmeal because the latte could wait; it was iced. She had the newspaper from her purse spread out over the table and was reading one of the articles that had to do with problems with the economy.