Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde

Regina, even though born in a small town of 666 people, will make herself known around the world one day. Now how will an average teen girl make it big in the world? She's not popular. Most consider her a super nerd. And her right eye is bright yellow. But trust me: she'll make it. She just has to figure herself out...

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1. Chapter 1

Beep Beep Beep

Sunlight streamed through my open window, and a light late summer breeze rolled through. I could smell the freshly baked bread coming from the bakery across the road. Graham's Bakery was the only bakery in town that started baking at five in the morning. It was a pain but it  woke you happy.

My alarm clock continued to blare out Bleep Bleep Bleep. And I knew it wouldn't stop unless I got out of bed. But my bed was so warm and comfortable! My bed was my best friend at the current moment. But best friends have to leave each other for a little while.

I rolled onto my back as the natural light flooded my eyes. It took a few seconds before my eyes adjusted. Once they did, I finally took a look at the alarm clock. It kept flashing 7:00 AM.

7:00? Why did I set the alarm clock for 7:00 in the morning?

"Regina! Wake up! It's time for you to get ready!" My mother yelled loud enough for the whole block to hear.

I sat up rubbing my eyes, "Ready for what?"

Even though I couldn't see her, I knew she was rolling her eyes, "For school! I thought you were suppose to be super smart! Just put the outfit you chose last night on and get your tired ass down here!"

My brain wanted to get up but the rest of my body didn't. Why should I leave my bed, best friend, for yet another new school?

Every year, my mother has me moved to a new town and a new school. It seems that as soon as I make friends, she announces that were moving to New York or Arkansas or wherever she found a nice house.

"Regina! Your breakfast is getting cold!" My mother would get really mad if I missed breakfast. She says I have a bad temper when I'm hungry. So she is constantly making sure I ate something. It seems odd, but that's what mothers do.

I yelled back down as loud as my lungs would allow me, "Alright, I'm up! I'm up!"

I made my way down the hall towards the bathroom, where I walked past what mother calls 'The Danger Room'. She says that the ceiling in there is falling down and the floor has no support underneath it. But I find that hard to believe. My mother is always sneaking into that room.

Maybe she is just looking at the damage. And I assume that she is talking to contractors while she is on the phone for hours at a time.

Our bathroom looks like the 1950s threw up all over it. The walls are a cross between a bright pink and a dull coral. Two hanging lights come down from the ceiling and sit right in front of our double mirror. The sink is surrounded by a funky looking marble table. And it is so tiny, a midget couldn't walk around.

I took a real hot, and really quick, shower. Next step was to brush my long brunette hair. You wouldn't know how fast it would get knotted. Clean around my ears. Then I brushed my teeth. When I cleaned my mouth out, I took a look at myself in the mirror.

My right eye is a bright yellow. You can still see my iris and pupil but it's all tinted yellow.

My mother told me when I was old enough to understand that I was in a car accident with my father. A drunk driver crossed the double yellow lines and hit us head on. My father held onto me so I wouldn't get hurt. He died holding me in his arms.

I don't remember my father that much. All I know is that he was a serious business man and wasn't home until late. The day he died, it was his first day off in three years. His stone sits in a little cemetery back in Pennsylvania.

And the big question is why is my eye tinted yellow after the accident. My mother said that the doctors told her that some sort of substance got in my eye and dyed it yellow.

A lot of kids made fun of me for my eye but I just ignored them. Eventually they stop, but the pain still lingers on. Even after we move to a whole other state.

My first day outfit was a light white sweater with rolled up jeans. And to top it off: high top converse shoes and braided pig tails. A little dorky but it was my favorite outfit.

I dislike wearing makeup. It is a pain to put on and take off everyday. And girls should be glad about their appearance. But I decided to put on light eye shadow and lip gloss.

The pink messenger bag I bought was sitting there, waiting for me. My binder was ready with five sharpened pencils and five new pens. Notebooks and loose leaf paper were ready for me to use on science, math, social studies, and reading.

I threw the bag over my left shoulder and headed down my old wooden staircase. My mother was eating her sunny side eggs while blabbing on the phone. When she noticed me she motioned for me to start eating.

My usual sausage and toast was waiting on a porcelain plate for me. I dropped my bag down and started scarfing down the food.

"Hold on for a sec. Regina, don't chug all your food down at once, you'll get a stomach ache!" My mother actually put her phone down for half a second.

I looked up at her with my cheeks looking like a chipmunk's. Mother tried to keep herself from giggling but she still burst out laughing. "Mom, I'm starving! And I need a lot of energy for yet another school."

She just shook her head and went back to quietly talking on the phone. To who? I still don't know.

I took another look at the counter clock and it finally said 7:30 AM! I had to get to school by 7:45. Then class would start at eight.

I picked my dishes up and threw them in the sink. I picked up my bag and started heading for the front door. My school was two blocks away and I didn't want to be late on the first day. Just then, I heard my mother running over.

"Wait up honey!"

I turned around, "I almost made it out the door!"

"Do you want me to drive you? You know, because... of-"

I took a deep breath, "No, I have to face this head on. You always make sure all the teachers keep a watch for me. Now that I'm older, I should be able to take care of myself."

Mother sighed and showed a weak smile, "Fine. I guess my little girl is all grown up now. But, you still aren't big enough for my kisses!"

She attacked me with hugs and kisses. Her hug was so tight, I thought I would pass out from a lack of oxygen. Then she drowned me in kisses. I tried to push her off, but a mother's love is too strong!

She finally stopped and took a step back to look at me, "I love you so much!"

I rolled my eyes, "I love you too!"

My mother turned back around and headed to the kitchen. She was on her phone before I knew it. I walked out the front door and closed it behind me.

It's a new school, a new year, a fresh start. Who knows? Maybe I'll be one of the popular kids this year.

I took a deep breath and smiled wide, then started my ten minute walk to my new high school.

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