My prized posession.
Hello there, I'm fellon. No, not fallin, not hellen. Fellon.
I'm a brunette , with turquoise blue streaks in my hair.
Yes, sounds a little crazy doesn't it?
Well, I don't like how people would judge someone for their looks.
I'm judged for my hair. A lot of adults don't find my highlights very, appealing, but that's just who I am, whether you like it or not.
I'm no tomboy Nor am I a girly-girl.
I'm more of the punk-girly-rocker chick.
I love to have fun and hang out with my friends.
But, I move a whole lot for a 16 year old girl.
I've lived in new York, Washington DC, florida, new jersey, and California.
This time, should be my last move. I'm moving to Canada. Toronto to be exact. I'm glad to finally be able to just settle down.
" Fellon! Can you come down here and help me?"
"Coming dad ! "
I live with my dad, Mitchel.
I wouldnt say he's mean, but protective. He's actually really calm and funny. He just watches out for his 'little girl'
My mother walked out on us when I was young, around 3 years old. I hardly remember her, but apparently I look a lot like her.
"Would you pass me the wrench ?"
"sure dad "
I did as he asked and gave him the wrench. Then I leaned on the car he was working on.
"dad? When are you going to take me shopping for my clothes? " I grinned knowing he wouldn't want to go.
"how about I give you money and you go shopping on your own ?" he said taking out $100 and giving it to me.
"just fine with me, love you!" I said before getting on my bright red motorcycle, and driving off to school.
I got to school. Hilton high, sounds.. Rich. I sighed and cruised around the parking lot looking for a spot to park, after scanning around, I noticed a space open, I drove over and was blocked by a pink jeep.
"um, excuse me but, I was going to park there" I said, slightly annoyed.
"well that's to bad because I'm parked here, okay?" said the brunette.
I rolled my eyes and drove somewhere else and finally found a space open, 5 minutes later. I took off my helmet and grabbed my black bag, putting the helmet away on my motercycle. I grabbed the key and walked towards the front entrance.
" hey you! New girl! Smile!" I heard a kid say, I turned around to find who the voice belonged too and found that it was a guy with a camera.
"sorry, but cameras and pictures aren't my thing" I said irritated.
"really? All the girls here would kill to have a picture. I'm Danny, nice to meet you" he said with his hand sticking out for me to shake it.
I acknowledged everything he said and reached out to shake his hand.
"hi, i'm Fellon " with that said I walked into the school doors. Leaving Danny there with his hand still out.
I was right, this school is rich. Chandeliers, golden staircases, elevators, marble flooring.
Is this a high school or a palace?
In other words Is this hell or heaven