Pretty People in Scary Situations
"Mom!" I yelled at the top of my lungs," Where's my backpack?"
"Oh yeah, I used it and lost it!" she smirked.
"Very funny." I was in no mood for joking, especially for a joke she used every time I would miss place something, not lose, but simply misplace.
I rushed into my room and swiftly looked under my bed and there my backpack was lying there. I could hear the inanimate object mocking me. I made a face at it and grabbed it. I slung it over my back and ran out the door yelling to my mom I loved her.
I ran down and out my old Victorian style house. I slowed down the street about half a block away from school. I came to a swift walk. Being me isn't necessarily a good thing. My name is Natalie Torres I'm filthy rich, and my only friend is my kitten molly. My original name is Ximena Natalie, but everyone has such a hard time pronouncing my name that I just go by Natalie. I've never had a boyfriend in my entire life. Mostly because I'm a "Plain Jane", and most boys here have seen me go through my really awkward stages, and believe me they were really awkward. Today was one of the more windy days we've had here in BorVille.
The bad little habit I have is I shuffle my feet a lot, so this little habit many time results in me tripping or knocking someone over. In this particular case I tripped. See the ground seems to like my face; they've been having this on going relationship with each other. I feel rather left out. Why does my face get to have someone to love and not me? I decided to break up this meeting but I knew they wouldn't be apart for long.
I heard a loud screech from the street beside me. The sound sounded like it came from a car that slammed on its brakes to much, and I was right.
"Oh my, are you alright miss?" the chauffeur asked coming down to my level. He was a very tall man. Although he wasn't very old at all. He looked my late teens early twenties. He had dark brown hair that lightly curled under the drivers' cap, green eyes, which seemed too sparkle in the light. He was moderately tan, which was quite unusual for someone who lived in BorVille.
"Miss?" he asked again breaking me from my trance.
"Oh, yes I'm fine," He gave me his arm and I took it, "thank you," I said pulling myself up.
"James what the—"Michael Knight stepped out from the back of the limo.
"This young lady fell, and I—"
"Thank you for listen and doing as I ask. James, you may go back to the car." Michael waved his hand to James as he was a dog. James obediently went back to the limo and sat quietly.
Michael stared at me like I was a piece of meat, and he was going to eat me. It was disturbing on so many levels.
"So, Natalie," he flipped his hair. His hair smelled of too much gel, and old socks. The horrible stench seeping from him made me sneeze.
"Why, bless you." Wow, he was really creepy. "Would you like a ride?"
"Ugh." I looked inside the limo. Getting inside I limo with a guy that looked like he wanted to have me for breakfast? No thank you. "No thanks, I can walk."
I saw James laugh from inside the car. I guess Michael heard it to because he turned his anger to him. "James open my door!" he ordered furiously.
He stomped away like a five year old not getting his way. James hurried to the door and flung it open accidently hitting Michael in the nose. I giggled when Michael flew back probably a good two feet. James stood there in horror. Even though Michael was clearly younger then James it was obvious Michael had a lot more power over him. James helped him up, and as soon as Michael was about to hit James I stepped in.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Move." He Michael demanded.
"No." I was furious by the way he thought I would seriously step down after the way he talked to me liked that. I mean who does he think, he is. Yes, he maybe the most powerful and richest, most eligible bachelors in Borville. But he was also the most the self, arrogant, egotistical person I have ever met, and that's saying something.
Michael nose was bleeding all down his shirt now. "I suggest you get back into your limo and you go back to your house and change before your late to school Mr. Johnson." I ordered. He just looked at me with confusion. I could tell no one had ever stood up to him like that. He reluctantly turned around and got in the back.
I turned to James and he was smiling at me. "Natalie." I introduced myself.
"You better be heading off, before he gets mad again." He was still smiling at me. I smiled back at him. We stared at each other for a while it seemed before Michael broke our trance, "James!"