Into Your Own

Ch. 1: Getting to Know You
Lisa Chambell flicked her corn colored hair over her shoulder in a timeless fashion that was only used for two reasons: to attract attention of the opposite sex or to make a stand of defiance of against the antagonist. In this case it was being used as the later since we were in an all girls locker room, and Miss Chambell was decidedly heterosexual, shame. Somehow Lisa managed to look domineering in her Hello Kitty print bra, matching thong, and bare feet which were spread wide as if for battle. Her palms were fisted at her sides. Even through her angry stance her breeding came through and she managed to look down her nose at the fully clothed Michelle Hampshire who happened to have a good five inches on Lisa's diminutive 5 feet four inches.
Usually Michelle and Lisa were the best of friends, mostly because they were the most beautiful girls in school, not to mention the richest. Michelle was tall and dark, a willowy beauty like a model. While Lisa was the exact opposite; a classical blond beauty that could not be denied. Lisa was like warm apple pie were Michelle was a cold sorbet, not sweet but tart and good if you want tot loose a few pounds, but never with the warmth of the pie. They were like minded in most thing: the football players were very cute this year and pink was the most fashionable color. The thing the really disagreed with was how to treat us regulars. Michelle was of the mind that hey were superior and could therefore walk all over the student body as well as most of the adult in town. Lisa was of a kinder disposition and was nice to everyone. It had been her unspoken job since first grade to protect the general populous from Michelle and her tantrums.
At the moment there was a freshman cowering on the floor next to Lisa while she stared Michelle down with her eyes. No one really knew what the kid had done, may be she had knocked in Michelle or had just had the bad manners to have a locker next to Michelle's.
"Don't you think you should be getting dresses Michelle?" Lisa said with a little raise of her eyebrows.
"Sure Lisa." Michelle turned back to her locker and with a raised eyebrow of her own to look aloof as she asked, "Hello Kitty? Isn't that a bit childish for a senior?"
Lisa looked a little unsure and childish before she answered, "Yeah well ... they're Brad's fav and he missed me a lot while I was gone over the summer." She plucked at her bra and I hoped for the flimsy thing to fall off, but unfortunately it didn't. Michelle laughed bringing me back to my scenes and that now that the drama was over everyone had returned to changing and I was the last on looking at Michelle and Lisa. I sighed over the loss of have turn my back on the beautiful sight of Lisa in only her drawers. I instantly regretted trading those shapely hips and lightly tanned skinned for the dull green of my locker. I comforted my self with the thought of seeing that body again tomorrow as I had for the past month of school, not that I would ever go for her. Lisa Chambell was definitely a beautiful girl, but I knew were not to touch especially in a small conservative town.
Having know Lisa for about a decade I like everyone else in town knew exactly who and what she was. There were two big families in the town of Valleycrest the Chambells and the Hampshires. They had become the upper crust of society in Valleycrest. They had started out as competing farmers when the town was founded, but as their wealth grew along with the town they competed in everything from wheat to toothpaste. When other rich people started moving to town the two families had combined together to be the supper rich because their families had been here the longest. Since then the two families had been inbreed so much that they were basically family not that it stopped Brad Hampshire (Michelle's twin) from dating Lisa Chambell. It was fully expected for them to get married and have babies within three years. There were of course other member of the family in the town. You really couldn't go very far to run into some indirect descent of one of the families, but Michelle's and Lisa's fathers had all the money. The two father's were also very involved in the town; they took turns being mayor. And although technically they were no longer the richest families they had the most standing, property and if you would listen to them, had been there since the beginning of time.
My Family was actually a new addition to the town having only been there ten years. They had been brought here express when the town had grown to a good enough size to have its own TV station. Mr. Hampshire had decided that if they were to have a station they would most definitely need a weatherman. So he had searched and found my father who was 36 with a eight year old and just coming out of graduate school. Mr. Hampshire had offered him a good job to move to Valleycrest and be their weatherman. My dad had obviously accepted even though he was a very good scientist and could have done something much more high pace, but he had me to think about and thought moving to a town in Missouri would be good for me as I had basically been raised in colleges most of my life due to the fact that my mom had left us when I was two and Dad didn't have the money to provide us with a house or apartment off campus. And Dad said this also gave him more time to work on his "research." Although what he's researching in the middle of Missouri I don't know. But as the years have passed Dad has been increasingly seen as a "strange one." Which might be because he's constantly setting up weather contraptions around town or that he's always looking at the sky and therefore falling on his face.
But I can't really give him a hard time because I'm seen as a sort of weirdo myself. It isn't exactly that I'm odd just that I don't fit into any of the predestined strikers these kids have. It's been like that from the start as an eight year old I was two things, antisocial and political. Having lived on campus most of my life I had never really had to interact with kids my own age due to on campus baby sitting and school for professors and graduate students like my dad. So I had never really had a problem fitting in there because we all came from similar backgrounds and had read all the same things, but these kids were different. They like to play and run around, only a few of them had ever gotten As regularly. So when I first met them all I had to say was, "Did you watch CNN last night?" The other's had no response to this, and when they went to play ball at recess I was not invited along which was fine by me; I would have rather read anyway having never played "ball" before and not quite knowing what it was. Little did I know that this was the way they made friends and to be accepted I would have to play, but I was blissfully ignorant and the next week when the test were passed back my class found a place to place me: geek. There were a few others James and Valory, but they were still vainly trying to make it into the A group. The class as whole felt better about my being finally classified. That first year was pretty lonely but James eventually warmed up to me and brought Valory around. Truthfully, I made better friends with teacher than with the kids. But I didn't stay in the geek bracket very well because in fifth grad when Brad had finally tried to bully me I punched him full in the face and kicked his shins out from under him and watched him cry for his mommy. When Jimmy asked me how I did that I answered that my dad was black belt and had taught me a few tricks to protect myself. I smiled at him and that recess I taught him my tricks too. I was also never as wimpy and longing as the other geeks and I also didn't appraise my self by my brain. For me it was just something that was to be taken for granted kind of like the Hampshires/Chambells with their money, and it was that more than anything that gave me the title of being the smarted person in my class even though Jimmy and this girl Monica had the highest scores, but it all just came easily to me. It also helped of course that I looked the part of a geek with mouse brown hair that was of course cut in bangs and only reached my jaw bone in short layers. I also had freckles and had been on the cubby side as a kid, but now I had thinned out and had a good body even if it was on the slight side. I was only 5'5 and only had a size 32 inch waist. I also wore baggy clothes which did nothing but hide my figure; not because I was a lesbian but because I really didn't care and only having a father I had never really learned to put on make-up and the such. Hence keeping my hair short for convince none of that awkward curling styling stuff. So it was my mousy appearance and my smarts that first attracted Lisa to me, not that she will ever admit that it was attraction. As she would say she needed my help in the scholarly departments and I needed hers in the womanly ones.