Well first day of school went well I would say. I mean over all I did make a nice reputation for myself, a very hot guy that wasn't cocky at all kept writing me notes. I mean, over all it wasn't that bad at all. It was probably one of the better days I've ever had. Well you know beside the day that I was adopted, and got this ok looking room. Speaking of rooms. I finally get to switch when I get home.

Yeah. I haven't gotten home yet. I haven't even made it to my Lambo yet. I was now making my way across the parking lot. Looking for the keys that were somewhere in my bag. Finally I found them! Smiling about being able to drive my dream car, I looked up, excited to see the beautiful yellow car waiting for me. Only to find not just the car. But a big group of kids gathered around it.

"Shit!" I said. Running towards my car. Well, Pat's car, that I was going to call mine today. Anyway, I ran up to the group of kids shouting move! Which they all did. And once they all stepped back. I was able to see my baby. Nothing was wrong with it. Besides the fact that Travis the asshole was sitting on the front. I practically growled with anger. What the fuck did he think he was doing? I mean I understand that it's his mom's car. But it's mine for today. So he needs to GET THE FUCK OFF! " What the fuck do you think your doing on my car?" I spat at him.

"Nothin beautiful. I was just waiting for you." He stated with his 100 watt smile. From what I know, no one at this school knew that I was his adopted sister. In fact, I think he told everyone that I was an exchange student that was staying at his house for the rest of my high school years.

I looked at him. His smirk may have looked true and happy. But I could see the evil little glint in his eyes. He was trying to best me. He was going to call me out so he could get his bad boy title back. Oh well then it's on.

"Well next time don't." I smiled at him. I still had my shades on, so I looked pretty damn bad ass and sexy with my outfit that I was wearing. I knew that I looked like some bitch. But hey, if that's what it takes. Fine. As long as no one fucking trys anything. Well, besides that hotty.

I heard a bunch of 'oohs' come from the guy population, and then some gasp from the girls. I guess no one has ever said that to him. Well guess what, this won't be the last time.

"Oh really? And why is that?" His smirk had dropped a little but not enough that most people would notice it.

"Cause I'm not interested. And the more you wait, the more you'll be disappointed." I smiled at him as I went to get in the car.

"Well let's say that I've been waiting since you moved in. Would that mean anything?" He smiled as he turned his body to were he was laying on his stomach on the hood facing into the windshield.

"Yes. That actually would mean something." I said pretending to have a surprised and confused face at the same time.

"And what would that mean sweetie?" He said smiling at me, thinking he was getting his way.

"That would mean that your not as big of a man slut as I thought you were. And that would mean that you suck ass at being the 'player' you trying to portray." I smiled at him as his face went into total shock as I had finally won this little fight. " No get off my car." I said as I finally got in, and closed the door.

I watched as he got off the hood. Turning on the engine, and making my baby purr. I rolled down the window, and said one more thing. "You know if you weren't such a dick weed, and you dressed better, and didn't act so fool of yourself, and if you didn't act like you own the world. You may actually be cute." I heard gasp everywhere. I knew people thought that I was calling him cute. Thinking that I had just lost the fight. So I added this. "But to bad your all those things, making you look like the dumbest asshole in the world. Which FYI isn't cute." And with that I whipped the car out of the parking space. Not hitting anyone, and sped away. Leaving a big clapping crowd, a very pissed off Travis behind me.

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I didn't head straight home. In fact, I pulled up into a park. I haven't been to a park in forever. Seeing as how foster family's never did anything nice for the kids. Well, none of the foster people that I have been in. They were all ass holes. Some more than others.

Anyway. I parking the car, rolled the windows up, and went to go sit on a swing. I can't tell you the last time I did this. Not just going to a park. But just doing something outside, something that I wanted to do. Something by myself.

I sat on the swing watching all the little kids play. Running to their moms or dads. Or in some case's both. I put my earphones in, wanting to ignore all the car horns and sit as I just sat in peace. And as I sat there on that swing watching all those happy family's. I began wondering what it would be like to have had that type of child hood. To have one mother to call mom. Not a hundred. Wondering what it would be like to be held by my true father. Not a drunk one. Wishing that I could remember what my parent's looked like. Wishing I knew something.... anything about them.

Wishing that I still had them.