The Girl With Green Eyes...

Lyra pulled the black leather pants over her curvy body slowly. She watched herself in the mirror glancing at her body with a million negativities running through her mind.

She snickered. "I'm thinking like one of those rich girls."

Silently she slipped a tight white tang-top over her head. Glancing back at the clock on her bedroom wall she cursed and snatched her leather jacket from the chair beside her desk. Lyra would have enjoyed school... If she was treated like a normal, sane person which according to the idiots at school she certainly was not.

Lyra passed her sleeping mother on the way out. Her skin was pale and she looked like a young woman again... naiive and innocent, but her mother was anything but. Lyra knew behind those closed eyelids were shot vessels. Her eyes fell on the empty bottles beside her mother's feet.

Lyra rolled her eyes, swung her backpack over her shoulder, and grabbed her helmet. Excitement pulsed through her veins. She had just bought herself a new motorcyle and she bet no one at school would recognize her until she got off the bike.

Lyra was a dangerous driver... Especially on a motorcycle. She sped like she was running for her life and when she arrived at school all eyes watched her. With a smile no one could see she slid off the bike. It would be the perfect movie scene if her life was a story.

"Who the hell is that?" She heard someone ask.

Before anyone said anything else she pulled the helmet from her head and straightened her wild hair.

Immediately the excitement died down and there were a few mutters of "It's only her."

Lyra smiled and turned away from the curious eyes. She didn't have to answer to anyone but herself.

Still smiling she opened her leather jacket and ran her fingers through her hair. Today was going to be hell. Lyra couldn't wait.

* * * * *

Michelle held her books against her chest self-conciously. She had just moved into town not a week before.

She was a pretty little thing with sandy brown hair and piercing green eyes. She had a soft face and a perfectly straight nose. Michelle had always been a shy girl and looking around she felt her face flush. Everyone was looking at her.

"The new girl," Michelle thought dimley, "That's me."

Michelle looked back at the parking lot long enough to watch a girl on a motorcycle speed into a spot. She moved with the fluid grace of a girl who knew her bike.

Michelle smiled at such a confidence and wished desperately she had just an ounce of it. She also wondered what it was like to ride a motorcyle... Quickly she shook her head to clear it. She was not that type of girl.

Michelle turned back to the doors with worry pulsing through her.

"Hello," a red-haired girl said, "You must be Michelle Anderson. I'm Alexandra."

Her smile was welcoming but Michelle had a gut feeling that didn't feel right in her stomach. Regardless, Michelle smiled back.

"Yes," She said smoothly, "I must admit I'm a bit intimidated by the looks of things. My high school back home was not so big."

Alexandra pushed her red hair behind her shoulder and dug through her designer purse. "Well, that's why I came prepared for this sort of thing. I won't have nearly enough time to show you around so here's a map."

Michelle took the map with a moment of slight hesitation and then smiled although she felt like frowning. "Thank you."

Alexandra played with her curls and sighed, "Don't mention it. Ta Ta now!"

She walked away, her hips swaying with such attitude Michelle thought she must have practiced that for years before she got it right. It was the air of her manner that worried Michelle though... She was clearly used to getting her way, used to being number one.

Michelle's eyes fell on the girl from the motorcycle. Her black hair fell down her back in beautiful natural waves contrasting with her leather jacket. Michelle noted that she had the face of someone who's seen the world and not told the tale. She had the look of someone with a secret. It was in her blue eyes. Her nose was small but seemingly perfect above soft sensual lips.

Michelle turned away as those piercing blue eyes met her green ones.

Lyra watched the new girl with keen interest. She wondered if this new girl was like the rest of them: spoiled pests who lived to ruin the lives of others. A smile played at Lyra's lips and she walked down the hallway with the air of someone who knows what they want... and what they're doing.

* * * * *

Michelle sat in English class and played with her hair. She could not stop fidgiting... The look in that girl's eyes had captured Michelle's attention. She wondered who the girl was and what she had been so amused about. Michelle recognized the smile. It was a sign of trouble and Michelle found herself oddly curious.

"You're Michelle right?" The voice snapped Michelle out of her thoughts and she looked up at the male face above hers.

"Y-Yes," She said after a moment, "I'm sorry.Yes, I'm Michelle."

"Well do you want to be my partner for the project?"

Michelle wanted to ask about the project... She did not know they had been assigned one but she just accepted with a smile and a nod.

Eventually she caught on about the project but her thoughts kept going back to the girl with the blue eyes... She glanced over at her now. She was apart from the others and she appeared to be working alone.

"Who is that?" Michelle asked after mustering up the courage. She gestured at the girl with the blue eyes.

The boy whose name she learned to be Joe answered harsly, "She's an outcast and there are many rumors circulating about her... They say she killed the girl."

Michelle wanted to ask what girl but she could see from his expression she would get no more on it.

The question that had been running through her mind all day finally surfaced, "What's her name?"

"Lyra."