~*~ Rachel's POV ~*~

"Scott Allen Littrell, you are so dead!" I stomped out of my room and into my brother's. I found him in bed, as usual. I pulled the covers off and him up.

"You are gonna die." I told him.

"Dad!" he screamed and I dropped him covering my ears.

"What is it?" he stumbled into the room scratching his head.

"He took my favorite shirt and look what happened!" I held up the University of Kentucky baseball tee with bleach stains and wood polish all over it.

"I thought it was going to be thrown away!" he defended himself.

"That's why it was in the hamper, ready to get washed." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay…Scott just buy your sister a new one when we go to Kentucky to visit your grandparents. Rachel find another shirt to wear. I'm going to bed for another half an hour. Wake me when it's 7:00. I'll drive ya to school."

With that he stepped out not before turning to me and saying: "Next time you decide to kill your brother, could you put a shirt on?" I looked down at my bra and blushed. Oh well they were used to it.

I went down stairs 45 minutes later with a velvet tee that barely covered my stomach and a black hoody. With my dad around, I couldn't wear half the things I wanted to. Oh well I gotta thank having him not know my size.

When I arrived at school I walked up with Scott and we both went to the office to get our schedules. After that I was off on my own, heading to my locker. A new year at a new school, ooh I was so happy.

"Hey is there a dress code here?" I asked a girl with brown hair and a 99% Devil shirt on.

"Not really. Why?" she got her answer and I took off my hoody and stuffed it in and grabbed my messenger bag and was off.

"Hey wait up!" the girl said and ran to catch up. "Hey I'm Kayla." She stuck out a hand.

"Rachel, Rach. Whatever ya wanna call me." I smiled.

"Cute shirt, where did ya get it." She asked.

"Dunno, dad got it. And if you see a guy that goes by Scott Allen, not a word about what I'm wearing."

"Why."

"I almost killed him this morning cause he ruined my favorite shirt."

"So he's your brother."

"Yeah, but we're both adopted. Rachel James at your service." I did a mock bow.

"Get up, we gotta go to class. Lemme see your schedule. I'll see what team of teachers you have." I handed it to her and off we went into the blue yonder. Well not really, we just went to science where the teacher wouldn't come in ten feet of my new friend.

"So what are you doing after school?" Kayla asked as I shrugged on my hoody and grabbed my backpack.

"Nothing. Unless my dad has to do something. Then I get to go down to Florida."

"All the way down to Florida, for a night?"

"Well Scotty and I would be at home, getting a call every hour on the hour reminding us not to kill each other and not to blow up the house."

"Sounds like something I would do."

"This is something we have done."

"Really, do tell."

"I think when we were ten, we super glued all the outside doors so our dad slept in the car.

"Sounds like oodles of fun."

"Oh it was. Especially at 5 o'clock in the morning when they were chopping the door down."

"Sounds fun."

"Oh it was. Do you know what it's like spending your spring break grounded?"

"Yes."

"Well then we're on the same ground."

"Hehe, wanna go to the center with me?"

"What for?"

"To loiter, to scout for boys, window shop."

"What the hell. I think I have money, should buy birthday presents for peeps."

"You have a large family?"

"Nah, just lots of family friends."

"Hey that's better then a large family. They don't have the ability to ground you."

"Hehe, that's true. But they can always talk to my dad."

"Anyone could do that."

"True, hey is that club any good?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation away from my family and to the all ages club.

"Hmm? Dance Away? It's cool, but some of the things that happen aren't cool. Good music and DJ though."

"Great, now to see if we can find a phone…"

"They have payphones in the club. It's open now, just no music. Lotta kids do homework there, and then hang there for the night."

"Sounds groovy."

"You have watched way to much That 70's Show,"

"Not really."

"Sure whatever." Kayla rolled her eyes as we walked into the air-conditioned building.

We were waiting for the phone in the shortest line while the person in front of us took the longest time.

"Buddy, other people need the phone." I said into his ear. Finally he was done and he turned to me.

"Queenie?" he asked.

"That can't be Brooklyn." I grinned and hugged the 20 something man in front of me.

"Erm, Rachel? Care to explain." Kayla said as she watched the two of us.

"This is what happens when you're little, sugar high, have a 20 year old watching you and your in New York City. You give people nicknames of the burrows. My brother is Bronx."

"Y'all are nuts." Kayla rolled her eyes.

"That would be peanuts." Brooklyn said as he led us into the main portion of the building.

"You know there was a reason I was in line for the phone." I told him.

"You can use the one in the back. No one should be using it."

So I spent my days like that until it was all broken up by the end of the first half, and having my best friend leaving.

I remember when it happened. Sitting at Dance Away when she told me.

"RJ?" she used the nickname she made up for me.

"Yeah?" I took a sip of the chocolate milkshake I had gotten there.

"I have something to tell you."

"What I looked up from the work sheet I had for homework.

"I'm moving."

"What?!" I yelled in surprise.

"During the break. I'm moving to a little town in Mississippi. Don't remember the name." She looked down and I felt bad for yelling.

"We aren't going to lose contact. That's what my dad's cell phone is for." She grinned at that and we finished what we had to do in order to go hit a movie and still be able to come back in time for a few hours of hanging out before it was required that we had to go home.

Well there you have it, my time as myself at school. Not really lying to anyone. But then again my life has been a tangle of half-truths and coincidences. Too many for my liking. But who really scared of a girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind? You should. You should be very scared. ~ Rachel

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