Hey Everyone! Don't worry I'm going to continue Dark Sunshine but I thought that this would be an interesting storyline! I'd just like to say thanks to Molly for helping me out! Please be kind! It'll get better I promise! Please review!



The sun stung my eyes as I slowly opened them that morning. Today was going to be a good day, I just knew it. I lay there in bed and decided I would wait until my mom cam in, like she did every morning, to tell me that it was time for school. I could smell the fresh scent of pancakes and bacon fill in the house and I couldn't help but smile. I had such a good life. I had a loving family, I was getting good grades, I had more money than I could spend and Chet and I were getting along great. I just had a feeling that today something wonderful was going to happen.

"Kit, rise and shine sweetie," My mother said, popping her head through the door, "You'd better get up or you might not be ready in time for school."

My mother was a wonderful lady who was caring and considerate. She was always open-minded and I could talk to her about anything. She'd always been there for me even when times were, well let's just say not as good as they were now.

"Ok Mama, I'm coming." I told her sleepily, even though I wasn't. I was already wide awake.

As soon as soon as she left I hopped out of bed and grabbed my robe and headed for the shower. When I got there I quickly locked the door behind me and looked in the mirror. My usually shiny golden blonde hair was all frazzled since I had been sleeping on it for about eight hours. There were a few dark circles under my eyes but those could easily be fixed up with a bit of make-up. I turned on the shower and let it warm up while I continued looking my self over. I was trying to figure out how to do my hair my putting it into various different positions using my hands, but I knew that I'd most likely end up wearing it down and parted at the side just enough for it to look classy.

When I was finished examining my face to make sure that I didn't have any deformities on it I jumped into the shower. It was a little hot when I first jumped in but I adjusted it and soon it was the perfect temperature. While I was in the shower I started to think. I was always like that, thinking of things that most likely no one else thought about. I thought how just because I was wealthy and a cheerleader that society automatically deemed me as what our neighborhood calls a Soc. I mean it didn't matter who I was or what my personality traits were, all that matter was the type of friends I had and that was who I was. As I was adding the conditioner in my hair I started to think about Chet. What was I really even doing with him? Was he actually even long term material? I mean I love that he's captain of the football team now and all but will that all matter in a couple of years? Maybe I should try and find someone who treats me like a real woman and not just another trophy to show off to his friends. But I know that Chet has a different side. The side that's sweet and sensitive; the side that actually cares about me. Just because I hadn't found it yet doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.

By the time I was washing the shaving cream off my legs I was ready to get out. I jumped out of the shower and the cold air hit me like a thousand knives. I quickly grabbed my robe and ran into my room, hoping it would be warmer. Luckily it was. I guess it was because the sun was shining through my window, which caused it to warm up. I grabbed an old towel that just happened lying on my bed and flipped my hair upside-down in order for me to wrap it up and let it dry. I always liked the way my hair looked when it was wet. It let my natural highlights show through more as opposed to if my hair was dry. Then it usually just looks all one colour. Once my hair was wrapped up in the towel I decided to focus on "fixing" my face. I walked over to my vanity that had all of my cosmetics on it and began to apply a moisturizer. As I was doing that I was noticing how strange my eyes looked. They were dark green, but not exactly solid. I was noticing how they were made up of little speckles of different shades of green. It made me feel proud in a way that I had such original eyes. After I was finished putting on all of my make-up I was just about ready to tackle my hair. Now I knew what I meant when mom said that I might not be ready 'in time' for school, since it took me so long to get ready. I guess it was because I had a reputation that unfortunately I had to protect.

As I took the towel off my head I sat there for a few seconds admiring what my hair looked like at that exact moment. It was so full of waves and body that I knew in just a few strokes of my brush would be diminished without a trace that they were ever there. My hair had always been terribly straight and I didn't really like it all that much. All the girls on the squad said they wished they had my hair, but sometimes I wish it was more crazy maybe even a little wacky, but no matter how hard I tried it was always just straight. The one thing that was good about my hair was the amount of time it took to dry. Only ten or fifteen minutes in a towel and it was as dry as it was before I got into the shower. Again I tried to find some new wacky way of styling my hair but As usual I ended up with it parted at the side and holding the right side back with a hair clip. This was the only way I could be creative with my hairstyle, by what hair clip I used. Today I choose a plain silver clip that my grandmother had given me for some occasion, I can't remember which one it was though. I checked myself over in the mirror one last time before getting dressed. I flattened out my hair a bit and wiped away the lipstick that formed in the corner of my mouth, but other than that I looked fine. I ran over to my closet since I was running a little late and Chet always got a little angry if I wasn't ready for him to pick me up. I grabbed one of my favourite sleeveless tops that buttoned up the front and a plaid skirt I bought with Shell last week and never got around to wearing. I looked myself over in my full-length mirror as usual before running out the door.

"Well don't you look nice darling." My father told me looking up from his paper, "What's the occasion Kitster?"

"Just want to look my best I guess." I told him grabbing a piece of toast from the table, "Sorry, Mama, I won't be able to eat breakfast today, but it smells great and I'm sure it's delicious."

Then I heard three sharp honks from a car outside.

"Charming fellow that Chet," my father said sarcastically, "Really knows how to treat his girls."

"Now Daddy, be nice," I told him, "He just doesn't want to be late that's all."

"Hurry," My mom said, "he's waiting."

She winked at me after I kissed the bald spot on the back of my father's head before grabbing my bag and rushing out the door. I saw Chets' red Mustang convertible that he got for his nineteenth birthday parked on the curb with Shell and Knox sitting in the back. I ran up to the car and quickly slid in the front seat. Not even two seconds after the door was shut the car sped up and we were gone.

"I really wish you wouldn't run like that babe," Chet said. How flattering that the first words out of his mouth were criticisms, "It makes you look like a bum."

That didn't really make much sense but Chet wasn't exactly the smartest boy I knew so I just let it slide.

"You look really nice today Kit." Shell told me, "That skirt looks great on you, I'm so glad you bought it."

"Thanks Shell." I told her, "So you don't think it makes me look to greasy, it is a little short and I wouldn't want to look like one of those hoody tramps." I really didn't mean things like that but I had to say what they wanted to hear or else they'd think I was off my rocker or something.

"Not at all Kit," she told me laughing a little, "You've got class, it looks good on you."

We didn't really have much to talk about the rest of the way there. We just basically made small talk. Shell and me talked about the squad and discussed some new cheers while the boys were to busy discussing how they were going to cream whatever team they were playing this week. Sometimes I get really bored of all this small-minded chatter but as usual I did it anyway.

We arrived at school and Chet kissed me hard right in front of a group of friends before leaving to receive high fives and numerous pats on the back from his mindless friends.

"Why do you even put up with him?" Shell asked me as we walked down the hall to my locker.

"Oh you're one to talk." I told her sharply, "Like Knox is any better."

She looked hurt by this and I felt a little bad for saying it.

"I guess," she said finally, "I swear Kit one of these days, I'm just gonna dump him."

I couldn't help smile at her since I knew that she'd never have the courage to do anything like that. I felt bad for Shell since she always did whatever Knox told her. Sometime I wished she would just stand up for herself. Not that I should talk since well let's just say if I stood up for what I believed in I'd be such a different person then I am right now.

"Hey girls." I heard a voice from behind me say, "Wait up would ya."

It was Stacy, the head cheerleader and biggest, shall I say, Soc in our school. I liked her though. She was nice when she wasn't around people. It was like she was a whole different person. She was really hung up on her image and what other people thought of her. You know the type I mean. The kind of girl who gets up even earlier than I do and makes sure that they're perfect before even thinking about leaving the house; the kind of girl who will automatically try to make anyone who wasn't her equals' life a living hell; the kind of girl who despised al hoods greasers and any other people who were a lower class than her. I always thought that all her stunning beauty was wasted on a girl with such a sour personality. When I say she was stunning I wasn't joking. She's one of the most beautiful girls I ever knew. My father always says that if Hollywood got a hold of her they'd pay her to take acting lessons just so she could be a movie star. She had long silky black hair, it was so black it almost looked blue, might I add that it was full of body and waves, and she was always coming up with new and beautiful hairstyles. Even if it was the wackiest thing anyone had ever seen no one dared question it and at least a dozen girls would try to do it that exact way the next day. Her eyes were icy blue and contrasted perfectly with her tanned skin. Her lips were a pale shade of pink and she never even had to wear lip-gloss, and the clothes she wore were only the best and latest style.

Shell had always sort of resented her since she was so much prettier than her. I'm not saying that Shell wasn't pretty because she is; it's just that Shell is well sort of plain. She has short brown hair that has too much body then she can handle and her eyes are plain gray. She is short and slim with ivory skin but her lips are beautiful. They're so full and vibrant that it's by far the highlight of her face.

"Hey Stacy," I told her, "Ready for our science quiz?"

She stared at me blankly for a second before sneering.

"Oh Kit," She told me, as if I were a twelve year old, "You always get so worked up over a little test, when you know that Mr. Davis will give us good marks regardless of whether or not we do well."

I thought about that for a second and it occurred to me that it was the truth. I remember that one time I had gotten another girls test by mistake and I was reading it over and she had some pretty decent answers that were marked wrong for silly reasons like spelling and such and when I finally got my test returned to me I realized that my answers were far worse than hers and yet I got a better overall mark than her. I was a little ashamed to be living in a society where even well respected people like teachers are affected by class deference.



"I suppose your right." I told her finally.

When we got to the hall my locker was in I could see that there was a tall, well built greaser leaning up against my locker trying to pick up the trashy blonde who's locker is right beside mine.

"Oh great," I said out loud, "grease trash trying to pick up some more grease trash."

Every time I said the word grease I felt bad since most of the time I didn't even know the person and I was doing what I hate, giving someone a label by their class or appearance.

"Well we'll just have to tell him to scram now won't we ladies." Stacey said with a smirk.

I knew she was going to do something horribly rude and uncalled for but I wasn't about to stop her.

"He hood." She called out, "why don't you get your greasy hair off my friends locker.

"C'mon Stace," I told her, "Just leave them alone."

I think I was more surprised that I said that then Stacy was. I was usually never nice to hoods. But this one seemed different, harmless in a way.

"Kit," she said finally, "what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you sticking up for this, this greaser?"

I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to just start in on him too? To tell you the truth, I was a little scared of him.

"You're right," I said finally, "Cathy, if that is in fact your name, tell your greaser boy friend to get out of here."

The boy looked a little sad that I wasn't sticking up for him any more. But then a smirk spread across his face and almost touched his rusty- colored sideburns.

"I don't think you want me to leave honey." He said walking over to me.

I took in a deep breath and acted cool, even though on the inside I was scared to death. It took all my power to keep from running away.

"If I wanted a guy like you to be around my locker, I'd just find one on my own rather than steal you away from precious Cathy. Besides I think I saw one who was less dirty living at the dump." I said coolly.

He just smiled and said, "You Socs' are all the same." Before walking past me. I turned to see him leave. There was just something about that greaser that I couldn't help not liking. He wasn't like the other hoods, he was more decent looking and I bet if he cleaned up a little, he wouldn't be half bad. But of course there was no way I would ever even talk to him again, or so it would seem.

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