"Harley hit me" her brother yelled in the jeep. Harley always sat in the front, but today she used her black converse as an extended arm to smack her well deserving brother in the arm.
"No I didn't you snot nosed twirp" she countered, looking in the back seat. Her Father let out a simple huff, turning the music up in the car.
"Yes she did. Dad she's lying. She hit me in the arm, see Daddy" Erick whined, pushing his "red" arm forward. Her Father finally had enough.
"Harley stop abusing your brother" he commanded in a gruff tone.
"He called me mental" Harley said with her eyebrows furrowed.
"Well you are mental"
"You aren't helping Father" she commented with annoyance. "Glad to know you think so highly of me" she frowned, resting her now throbbing head against the window. All the things she needed were in her large bag. She told her father to drop her off at the gates, and barely she waved goodbye. In school she worked her ass off to get to Havengade Heights, and he had the nerve to call her mental? Bullshit.
At the gates she pushed the black button.
"Name" a monotone voice seemed to say.
"Harley Jean Beretta" she sighed, taking some pills from her pocket and swallowing them quickly. She was sure to others she looked like a junkie at times if they were to see how often she took the pills. It wasn't her fault she got quick headaches. The gates opened and an older woman approached her. She looked somewhat familiar, like she had seen her before.
"Welcome to Havengade Heights. The others are within the gates waiting. Feel free to get acquainted, you are the last arrival" the woman said with a warm smile.
"Uh sweet, thanks" Harley said awkwardly before quickly sauntering past the large gates. Already she was getting the vibes of others. Finding a spot on the grass that was shaded by a tiny tree she sat down, observing the others quietly. One of the girls had a damn tail. She knew this was going to be an interesting school.
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