Hey, my name is Brogan. I am 14 years old, and going to be a Freshman at Styler Academy. It was definitely not my idea to go there, but I guess it’s just for a year, unless I decide to go back next year. I have my belly button, nose, lip and ears pierced. I have hair that goes a little bit above the middle of my back, more like my shoulder blades. It is dyed black with a little streak of light blue in the front. I am 5’6 ½ feet tall, and I have bright green eyes. My style is more of a skater girl, skinny jeans or leggings, a nice pair of Jordan’s, flannel, and a grey beanie. I also got a new pair of Aviators for a going away present from my parents. I live in Nevada, and Styler Academy is in Boston. I’m flying there in a plane, so it won’t be that bad. They don’t care whether or not your roommate is a boy or a girl, but somebody already chose me as a roommate. I didn’t get to pick.
“Brogan, are you ready? Your flight leaves in half an hour.” My mom asked me.
“I guess so. Why do I have to go to a stupid boarding school, anyways?” I asked her. I really didn’t want to go.
“Because you’re a troublemaker. It’s not like we don’t want you, it’s just that you have been kicked out of how many schools in the past year?” She asked.
“Seven.” I muttered. “But that doesn’t mean anything. You don’t know the reason why I act out, do you?” I asked her. She just looked at me, studying my face.
“No I don’t, but I don’t have time to listen right now. Here.” She said, handing me a phone.
“Call me when you can. And remember, we love you. We want you to talk to us as much as possible.” She said while hugging me. My brother, Dakota, was just standing there awkwardly. He’s 16, so it’s not like it matters to him that I’m leaving.
“Later, dipwad.” Dakota said, giving me a hug. He hasn’t hugged me ever since my best friend died.
“I’m going to miss you the most.” I whispered into his ear.
“You too, little sis. Well, you better go, your plane is going to leave you.” He told me.
“Bye!” I yelled as I headed into the boarding area. I walked up to this lady who was taking tickets.
“Are you all alone?” The lady asked me.
“Obviously, are you going to take my ticket, or no?” I asked her. She just took my ticket, and I walked to the plane.
I had my carry on bag as I was sitting on the plane. I took out my headphones, and turned on some music. I was next to this guy who was around my age. I guess that he noticed that I was looking at him, because he looked at me.
“Hey, I’m Brogan.” I told him. I think he could be friend potential.
“I’m Ryan. Where you headed to?” He asked me.
“Boston.” I said.
“Why are you going to Boston?” I asked him.
“I have to go to Styler Academy. I love it there.” He said.
“I’m going there, too. How old are you?” I asked him.
“Cool, and I’m 16. You?” He asked.
“Oh.” Was the last thing he said until we landed.
I went to baggage claim, and grabbed my stuff. Most of it was shipped there yesterday, but all I had with me were my clothes, and a few of my electronics. I saw a sign with my name on it in pink swirly letters. Typical boarding school.
“I’m Brogan.” I said as I walked up to the man in the drivers suit.
“I’m your driver, Regenold. May I take your bags?” He asked me. So professional. I don’t like it.
“You don’t have to act like that. I can’t stand people who are proper like.” I told him. He looked relieved.
“Thank God. I hate talking like that. My name isn’t even Regenold. That’s what the school likes to call me. I’m Franklin.” He said, reaching for my hand to shake. I shook it, and handed him my things. We walked to a big white limo. Standing there was Ryan, and some other guys. Some looked younger than him by like a year, and some looked older. I was the only girl.
“I’m Brogan.” I said while walking up.
“You’re the new girl? Somebody saw your picture in the office, and said you were ugly. You are not at all ugly. But then again, I can never believe Tom.” He said. It was one of the older ones.
“And you are?” I asked him.
“Paul.” He said.
“Be careful, she’s a snappy one.” Said some little boy. He looked like he was in sixth or seventh grade.
“You don’t know me, little dude. And you don’t want to get on my bad side either.” I told him. He just backed away, along with the other boys.
“That’s what I thought.” I told them. I put my stuff in the back, and climbed in. The older one, the one that implied that I was hot, climbed in next to me and put his arm around me. He was deffinetly not bad looking. I leaned into him, and fell asleep.
“Hey, Brogan. Wake up. We’re here.” Paul said.
“I don’t want to get up. Can you carry me?” I asked him.
“Sure, put your head down a little bit. Just so you don’t hit your head.” He told me. I did as he said to do, and with that, he picked me up bridal style. I was not heavy, only like ninety five pounds, but I wasn’t light, either.
“So. Bright. Get. Me. Inside.” I said. Paul just laughed as he walked me in. I got some weird looks, but oh well.
“What dorm number are you?” He asked me.
“177 I think.” I told him.
“You're my brother’s roommate. Caleb can be a jerk sometimes, but people call him Mr. Perfect. I recommend that you don’t do that, unless you want to be in the hospital.” I was waiting for him to laugh, but I have the feeling that he wasn’t kidding.
He got me to my dorm room, and there was a couple of boys sitting around the room. The all looked at me when I got through the door. I was only wearing a pair of leggings, a tank top, and my Jordans. My blue and black hair was in a messy bun, and you could tell I had my belly button ring in.
“Hey, I’m Brogan. Your new roommate.” I said. I didn’t know which one I was talking to.
“Yeah, um…. Hey, Brogan. I’m Caleb, Paul’s brother. I have a feeling he told you that already, though.” He said.
“Yeah, he also said to not call you Mr. Perfect. Well, now that’s settled, where can I put my shoes?” I asked Caleb.
“How many do you have, three?” He asked.
“More like twenty nine. They’re all Jordans and Adidas, so It’s not like I really need room for them.” I said. His eyes widened at the word twenty nine.
“Oh, and I need room for my belly button, nose, lip and earrings. If that’s not a problem.” I told him. He shook his head.
“I don’t care. How old are you?” Caleb asked me. Geez, how many guys are going to ask me that today?
“14, I turn 15 in two days. Why do people keep asking me?” I asked the guys in the room. They were just looking at me like I was a supermodel.
“Just because I’m sharing a dorm room with somebody really hot.” He kept staring. Boys are nasty when it comes to girls. Give us just a little more respect than that. He was really cute, I have to admit that one, but he didn’t need to tell me that I am.
“No, I’m not.” I said stubbornly.
“Yea, you are.”
“Yea.” I said. “WAIT! No! I am not!” I yelled. Stupid reverse psychology.
I walked to my side of the room, and started to make my bed. With him around, I’m scared to go to sleep. So much for Mr. Perfect. Once I was all done with my unpacking, I went to go and take a shower. I grabbed all of my things, and headed into our bathroom. I turned on the water, and did my stuff. I don’t have school for the next couple of days, just so I can get situated. I got out, dried my hair, got into my pajama shorts (Which I might add are really short, so I’m not sure if I should wear them), and tank top. I brushed my hair back into a ponytail, and walked out of the bathroom.
“Dang, you clean up well. Literally.” One of the boys said.
“Cliff, shut up!” Caleb yelled, at what I assume is Cliff.
“Can you guys please be at least a little quiet so I can read?” I asked them. They just looked amazed. I know, I wouldn’t really pull off the nerd look, but I do. I grabbed my glasses, and started reading. My night just got worse from there on out. I have to room with Mr. Freaking Perfect.