Rain Down On Me

Chapter 3: This is where I step in

"We're going to New York!" I exclaimed and questioned at the same time. "We're going to New York," my Mom replied. "When will we be leaving?" I asked full of excitement, for I have never been anywhere other than California. "Our airplane tickets are for June 7th," Electra replied. "Hm…That's about two weeks away!" I exclaimed, hardly able to refrain from jumping up and down.

"Does this have to do with my Father?" I asked, hoping that it did. "Does Dad live in New York?"

"This has nothing to do with your Father," Electra said, almost as if I said something wrong. "I am merely going for business, nothing more." End of discussion.

Those two weeks passed by quickly and I found myself on an airplane bound for New York City, New York. I still hoped that it did have something to do with my Father, even though Mom said it was 'merely business'. My eleventh birthday would be coming up on June 17th. I was excited about that too.

After a week of staying in New York I realized that I missed nothing about California; mostly because I had not friends. I seemed to be on the more quiet side. None of the girls in the 5th grade talked to me. Only once, but that was more of an insult than a conversation.

For my eleventh birthday my Mom took the day off of work just to be with me. Although it was just me and her, I was happy that she would take time off like that to spend it with me. My Mom was usually always busy, for she was in the business industry. Her boss would call her on her off hours almost everyday about some company emergency. I missed her, but then I realized that not only was she going to work because she had to earn money to send me to school and such.

August rolled around and it was time to start school again. My Mom, at first, sent me to a private school, St. Mary's. It wasn't very far from our apartment so I would take the bus, my Mom did not want me to walk alone for I was only eleven. We also lived on the bad side of the city. My Mom was often worries about me, and when the school got threats she made me stay home and lock up the house while she went to work.

For sixth and seventh grade I went to St. Mary's, but then my Mom pulled me out for eight grade. I'm assuming it had something to do with her income, for her boss had to cut her paycheck a bit in order to save the company some money. I then attended the public school, NY Junior High School. I was to walk to school instead of taking the bus, for the bus was almost as far to walk to as the school itself.

That would bring us to now, I am thirteen and eight grade starts tomorrow. I wasn't sure what to expect, for this would be my first time in the public school. My Mom didn't want to send me there for it had one of the worst environments, the worst being the high school, but she had no choice. I promised her that I wouldn't get into anything. Anyways, I had never even made a friend before. What was going to make this time different?

((The Next Day))

I woke up the next morning and as usual didn't care about my appearance. I mean, it's not like I was trying to impress anyone. I got through the day in complete silence, not saying a word unless forced to by a teacher. School continued that way until late November.

There was a corner grocery store about half a mile away from our apartment. Since we had now lived in that area a while now my Mom though it would be okay if I was to go there alone to pick up a gallon of milk. Right before I was going to walk into the store I was stopped.

"Hey," called a voice, "Hey you!" I turned around not knowing what to expect. To my surprise I recognized that the person who was calling me was a girl from my school. She was surrounded by a group of other familiar looking people. "Hey, aren't you that girl who never talks?" She asked. Oh, great. I thought. I'm going to get picked on again.

"What's your name?"

"Ara," I replied shyly. "I'm Mandy," she said as she extended her hand towards mine. I slowly reached for her hand thinking that this was just an attempt to hurt my feelings. She shook my hand and started to talk to me. "Let me introduce you to some of the crew," Mandy said as she walked over to the group of kids. "Hey, you guys!" she called to them as they walked up to meet us. "Guys, this is Ara. Ara, this is Nikki, Jaquie, Brain, Kyle, and Death."

"Hey, what up?" They all started greeting me as they were introduced.

They were all wearing heavy winter coats, as was I. Mandy had her tongue pierced and five ear piercing. Her hair was dark brown with chunks of red highlights in various places. She wore her makeup heavy and was very slender. She was dressed as if she was in the ghetto, which she was.

Nikki wore a hot pink coat and had blonde hair. She looked like a preppy girl, not one to be involved with them. She wore her makeup heavy as well, but more on the Britney Spears side. She was very into fashion. Her body was slender, but had more curves than Mandy. She had a fashionable piercing in her nose.

Jaquie had straight black hair and wore all black. She looked very gothic with her large chains and black makeup. She had her ears and eyebrow pierced. She was the tallest of the three girls, and the curviest.

Brian and Kyle looked like typical boys. Death had jet black hair and a nose piercing. Death had a very handsome face, which Ara noticed right away.

"Thanks for introducing me to everybody, but I have to get going," I said.

"Oh, yeah, we understand," Mandy said, "Later, Dawg!"

"Bye," I said as I entered the grocery store.

Five minutes later I came out to see them all smoking, all except Nikki. "Ara!" Mandy called as I was about to head home. "What you doing this Friday night?"

"Uh, nothing, I think," I started.

"Good, cause all of us are having a party Friday night at Death's house. You wanna come?"

"Um, I suppose…"

"Good, see you on Friday!" Mandy said as she waved and went to join her crew.

I have never been to a party before.

Author's Note: Do you like it so far? I hope you do. Oh yeah, Ara is Matt and Electra's daughter. I thought you might want to know that Ara means rain, and you know, oh, whatever. I thought it was cool. Until the next chapter!

Unknown Saiyan

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