Chapter 1
I smacked my arm on my black digital alarm clock after it beeped. It's annoying how alarm clocks wake you up like that. I want to put it away but I have to wake up early because of school. Speaking of school, today's the first day of my junior high school. Uh, let the boring and tiring days begin. I don't want to go to school anymore but my parents insisted for me to go. I got up and slipped my feet into my red slippers. I went to my own bathroom and had a good shower. I faced myself in the mirror and brushed my light brown wavy hair. I wonder what will I look like if I dye my bangs blond. That'll look great. I rushed into my walk-in closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings and a short comfy purple skirt. A light purple shirt with a hood smudged with yellow and red thunder bolts caught my eye. I can feel my smile reaching my ears. I really do like purple. After putting on my clothes, I wore a pair of plain white socks and slipped on my blue Vans. I grabbed my green backpack and purple skateboard and went down on our enormous stairs. I will never understand my mother's taste on designs. The stairs were made from white marbles and then with a vintage carpet laid down on every step. Mom loves vintage designs. If I get the chance to rip it off, I will, but I respect her so it will be hard for me to do that. I was blown away from my thoughts when my dad linked his arm into mine.
"Just look at my little princess!" dad said with a smile. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a blue necktie which stands out on his outfit.
"Dad! I'm not little, and I don't even look like a princess." I protested.
"What if I call you punk princess?" he asked while his eyebrows formed of that worried expression.
"That will be OKAY for me" I said. I emphasized the word "okay". I really don't like being called in girlie names.
"Christy, dear? Breakfast's here. I cooked your favorite! Pancakes with chocolate syrup with blueberries on top." Mom said who was in the kitchen with her British accent. Yeah that's right mates! My mom is British and my dad is American. I like England very much and I don't know why. I ran into the kitchen and then I felt like I'm in heaven because of the gracious smell coming from the pancakes. The time I opened my eyes, it widened. My mom was wearing one of those vintage dresses I gave her for her 33rd birthday. It was blue and...uh, I don't want to describe it. Why did I ever got her those. My mom caught me staring at her with wide eyes and she started to laugh.
"You should really stop hating vintage things, it's worthless." She said while noticing my serious facial expression.
I didn't want to talk about it so I just sat there while eating my pancakes. Mom and dad were talking about their once-succesful-bussiness that was falling down right now. They were also whispering things to each other and it looks like they were debating. I glanced up on the clock attached on the beige wall. Oh no, I'm almost late. I stood up on my chair and again, I grabbed my backpack and skateboard.
"Mom! Dad! Imma go now. I'll be late if I don't" I shouted and rushed to the door.
"Hey! We'll drop you off to school for a change." My mom offered. Uh, this is weird, she already know I skate my way to school. I get a little lag on cars.
"No thanks, mom. I'll just use my board" after saying that, I dashed off outside. I moved swiftly with my board. School starts at eight in the morning. I still got twenty minutes but I need five minutes to get there. And I did. I went to my locker and stuffed my things inside. I slammed the door of my blue locker. I turned around and found Stacy facing me with her two arms crossed with each other. She's with her other two "friends", Aimee and Ester. They are total brats, they think that they are the queens of this school because they are popular. They are one of the rich students studying here. I don't want to brag but I'm richer than them and if I get mad, and I mean when they reach the limit, I'm gonna show them who's boss in here. Luckily, I have managed to ignore them for the past two years of highschool.
"What do you want?" I said in a low voice.
"I want you, to be my personal assistant." She said while pointing her index finger to me. My eyes widened at her.
"What?! What's got into you?!" I said. I think I just screamed those words out of my mouth because students are looking at us.
The three stared at the students that looked our way and then to me.
"What do you mean? Why?" I said confused.
"Duh! Don't you remember the deal?" Ester said. Here comes the "Duh Queen."
"Uh...no? Wait, wait. What deal? Is this a prank?" I said while moving my hands up and down.
"No, this isn't a prank. Look, I mean listen. I've got a proof." Stacy said. She looks so innocent when doing things like this.
She snapped her finger and Aimee handed over her pink phone.
"I had prepared in case things like this happens." Stacy said looking so genius and all. But honestly, she's not.
I'll play a recorded file and you have to listen to every word it will offer to you." She added.
If I had a baseball bat in here, I would have slammed it to her. I would even do a second one and it will be a perfect swing. My dad taught me baseball when I was a kid. I dashed off my thoughts when I heard the recording play. I hear shouting, three voices, oh no. It's me, Stacy, and Aimee.
Me: Will you just give me my board?!
Stacy: There's no way I'm touching your board! Ew!
Me: If you don't want to, then let me get it myself! Open the gate.
Stacy: There's no way I'm letting you in here either.
Me: Please, just give it to me. That's my first and favorite skateboard. My dad gave that to me!
Stacy: Hey! It's your fault the board rolled down on our lawn.
Aimee: Yeah, don't blame it on us!
Me: I'll do anything you want, just give it to me.
Stacy: Hmm. On second thought, maybe I'll request one of our maids to pick it up for you.
Me: Ugh! Finally.
After they played it, my jaw was wide open. They think like a child with nothing to lose. And how the hell did they got this on Aimee's phone?! I think I'm turning red because of my anger. Why did I ever said that. Now I have to be her personal assistant to keep my word. I looked at the three of them and saw big grins on their faces.
"Fine! You won! I'll be your P.A. but only for a day." I said with a frown on my face.
"I say a week" Stacy suggested, still wearing her big grin.
"No, I'm fine with a day" I said sarcastically.
"Agree now, or I'll make it two weeks!" She said. She's obviously getting mad now. This is so funny.
"Alright! Alright. A week, just a week." I said while trying to stop giggling.
With that, the bell rang and and I passed through the three to make my way for my room.
"The deal starts today. Meet me at my locker this recess!" I heard Stacy shouted behind me.
Okay, Christy. It'l fine, you can outsmart them. Whoa, this is like Hunger Games mates! They are the Capitol and I'm Katniss. So much for my Last-Book Syndrome. Aw! Gah, I bumped into someone. My books fell on the floor. I looked up to see who it is and saw a tall boy with black hair. His eyes were darker thatn his hair. It's a good thing I don't have my skateboard with me. If I did, I would have made his head bleed.
"Watch where you're going" I said
"Sorry. I'm new here, wait, what the? Now look who's talking! You're the one not watching where you're going!" he snarled. Whoa! He's got big guts here. No newbie will ever do that to me!
"Take back what you said newbie!" I snarled back at him.
"From how you talk, you're a game addict. I could even tell it in your indigo-colored contact lens."
I'll accept the game addict part, but contact lens?!
"What the hell! I ain't wearing any contact lens dude! Never had, never will."
Oh my God. Give me a distraction now, if I don't, I might kill him now.
Luckily, Marlene came over. She ran towards me with her blond curly hair bouncing.
"Hey Chris! What ya' doing here? Oh, who's that?" she said while looking at the boy.
"Hi, my gorgeous lady. I'm Cobber Wilson. I'm new here." He said. Gross, He's flirting, eww.
I looked at Marlene and she's blushing. Ew...oh wait, on second thought, YAY! Finally. Now she'll feel pretty, She thinks she's ugly and I know why. Her ex-boyfriend said that she was, and that time, I totally punched him on the face. Marlene is a close friend of mine. We were classmates since kindergarten. Anyways, I think these two will get along with each other. I was looking at Marlene when I got a glimpse of the clock.
"Oh my God, Marlene! We're gonna be late!" I said. Grr, now I'm looking like a grade-conscious student.
"Cobber, are yuo junior too? Where's your class?" Marlene asked Cobber. Now he got Marlen's attention. I'm gonna be late if I wait for her.
"Hey Marlene, I'm going off now." I said with a smile.
"Okay." She said.
I left the two talking behind. It looks like Cobber already have his eys on Marlene. I went to my first class which was English. I kinda hate English, but not that much. I hate it because they still teach us grammar. On my part, I think they are trying to say that we don't know how to use our own language correctly. I arrived at my class before my teacher did. I sat down next to Ken. He's a friend of mine. A lot of things happened before we bacame friends. When I was a sophomore, a humor was being heard from everyone. They say Ken likes me. I didn't believe that humor because people knew that they'll be dead if they did. Until one day, Ken approached me and clarified that the humor was tre. When he told me that, we were in the hallway and my arm involuntary punched him in his cheek. And then the words came out.
"You don't know how much stress you gave me!" I yelled at him. It was so tiring to here my name being talked about by the other students.
"I-I'm sorry, But I want to be friends!" He pleaded.
I walked away from him but he still catched up.
"Hey! Hey, listen to me. Nobody's perfrect, that's why i did a mistake. Just give me a chance to be a good friend." He pleaded again.
If this smug will bother me for the rest of my life because I didn't want to be friends with him, I'll give him a try.
"Okay. But once you do stupid things, you're dead." I said.
"So,...friends?" He extended his arm and it looks like he's looking forward to shake my hand. I think Ken will be a good friend. He didn't punched me back when I did. He's got big patience. Days passed and we got along with each other and up to now, we became close friends. I ended my flashback when Ken started waving his right hand in front of my face.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"You were day dreaming." He said while laughing.
"Oh, I was?" I asked again. I didn't noticed that I was.
"Yeah, it's very obvious. I would have dyed your hair maroon without letting you notice it." He said while giving me an innocent smile.
"Argh, you know I'll kill you if you do that. I just noticed, I keep saying threats like 'kill you; but I don't literally do it. Maybe I should stop doing that." I said to keep the conversation going.
"Yes, yes you should. People might report you to the police if you say you'll kill them. Hahahaha!" Ken said. I laughed with what he said. I was about to say a funny comeback when the teacher came.
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So Randomness is not exactly the title, it's unexpected things in a skateboarder's life.
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