Teen in Danger

(Previously My dangerous Life)
"A teen girl should be worrying about boys, homework and fall-outs. Not about whether the next day will be her last."

Lacey is a girl who fits into nearly every clique in school. She's popular because of it and she thinks her life is perfect. That's until the school bad boy turns her life around; in the most dangerous way possible...

A/N: The characters and storylines have changed slightly since I edited this story, so if you have read the story before, I recommend you reread it before reading any later updates...


1. Before

June 16th

   "I always loved running...it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs." - Jesse Owens

   I'm running and I don't know what from. I feel like I could go on forever. I've no idea what's happening but I feel like I'm infinite. I now know what Charlie in The Perks of Being a Wallflower felt like. And then the stabbing pain in my chest hits me, threatening to take me down. My thoughts immediately crush my dreams as I have to stop. I whip my inhaler out of my backpack and gasp as I use it. Why does my asthma have to stop me from doing something I so very dearly love?

   The water laps beside me and I take my shoes and socks off and walk into it, accepting its sweet invitation. Every day, I run on the beach and the stupid trip is not going to stop me. I pull the ribbon out of my hair and allow it to fall past my shoulders. I walk further into the water. It's a good job I'm wearing my running shorts otherwise I would have to explain to my dad why I was all wet. Just think I could just swim out to the island just out of the bay and from there I could get a boat to just about anywhere. No one would care. No one would know. I could just disappear and be free. No one could tell me I had to go on some stupid trip with the guys in the year above, the guys in my year and the two other girls going. Thankfully one was my best friend Valentina, or as she was known to me and my other best friends, Val. I didn't want to have to leave sunny California to have to go on a four day trip to wet and windy England. We were going to "be left to it" as my school had put it. It was basically a mandatory holiday but we had no choice in where we were going. I really didn't see the point myself.

    My thoughts turn back to the water lapping around my legs and I consider stripping to my underwear and going for a swim but a voice behind me stops me in my tracks. I’ve heard that voice so many times and it’s just as annoying as it usually is.

    "Skiving too, huh?"

    My head snaps round and it's Indy Matthews, the  bad boy from my year. Just who I thought. I glare at him. Indy and I used to go to parties together. We used to hang around with each other and were the best of friends. I was even going to confess that I fancied him at one point but then the accident happened. Now we are sworn enemies. I turn back around and I start to walk out of the water, planning on just grabbing my shoes and going home.

    "Oy, Lacey. I didn't mean to hurt you. But you have to understand that I didn't do anything..."

   And part of me wants to believe him. Yet I ignore him as I was hurt so much back then.  I used to spray die my hair black everyday, putting blue streaks into it and I put on dark eye make up and wear my hiking clothes. I did it to give the impression that I was a dowdy goth so that if people wanted to know me, they;d want to know me for my personality and not my appearance. Then, I could tell whether they were genuine people or not. I couldn't deal with another heartbreak; I was an emotional wreck. That accident broke the head cheerleader.

   Now I've gone back to my old style and I let my long blonde hair shine like a beacon that I'm so very proud of and I wear Superdry, Hollister and other 'stylish' designer brands. I wear very little make up and I've regained a lot of my confidence. No thanks to Indy.

   "Lacey, come here."

   I ignore him but he just runs up to me.

   "We need to talk about this. I can't stand it when you look so beautiful today." He then stumbles over his words and I refuse to look at him. "N-not that you don't normally!"

   "I need to get home." I mumble.

   "Oh right, well see you around. I will be talking to you on the England trip."

   Oh great, I'm about to get my heart broken again...

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