It was a regular day in West Hollywood at West Hollywood high school.  The seniors were excited because they had only one more semester until graduation, especially the most popular group in school. They called themselves the GT Ryders.  Everyone in high school wanted to be one.  They were adored around the school because they were nice popular kids. They were nice to everyone.  Everyone in school, boys and girls, adored and wanted to be with one of the leaders.  Her name was Bette Porter.  Bette Porter was the high school heartthrob all the way around.  She was voted most beautiful girl in the school.  Bette stood about 5’7.  She was mixed. She had big beautiful brown eyes and shiny long curly brown hair.  She had beautiful kissable pink lips and pearly white teeth.  She also had an amazing body that made everybody who looked go weak at the knees.

          The GT Ryders only had one flaw, the whole point of their name.  They were street racers.  They raced every Friday and Saturday.  They almost always won their races which made them very wealthy.  If they won all the races for that week then together they made around 50 grand.  But being teenagers and just turning 18 they were very loose with their money.  All five of them, Bette included drove Mustangs.  Bette drove a black one.  She liked black and dark colors.

          Bette never tried to be cool she just was.  She never really tried to make good grades she just did.  She could have anybody in the school that she wanted she just didn’t like anybody like that.  She really didn’t have a relationship with her parents.  She lived with them, but they were always at work or gone or leaving, but Bette didn’t mind, she pretty much kept to herself anyway.  She didn’t see how everyone found her beautiful, because she found herself flawed.  She hated that she street raced, but didn’t want to stop because it made her feel powerful and it gave her an escape.  It was just second nature to her because she loved to drive.  Driving helped her clear her head.  So did drawing and writing poems.  All anybody ever saw was the outside of Bette. The exterior.  But each and everyday there was an increased yearning in Bette’s heart to be loved.  She was hoping for a change of pace in her life, something that made her life take a drastic turn for the better.