My Troublemaker Girl

Jakarta, 12th January 2019 07.30 a.m “Have a good day!” says a man as a girl steps out of a youth coaching prison. Her waist-length hair is tied with a ponytail and there’s a choker around her neck. She tightens her emerald green bomber jacket and looks at the road blankly. She takes a deep breath, a deep breath of fresh air that she hasn’t felt for a long time. “Finally, I’m free,” she mumbles slowly. Her sparkling brown eyes sweep across the courtyard of the prison, looking for her parents. While she is looking for her parents, a middle-aged man walks towards her and pats her back. It is Mr. Andy, her coach in the youth coaching prison. “Aren’t you going home today, Sierra?” Sierra smiles, “My parents haven’t fetched me yet.” “Oh, I see. Too bad I can’t accompany you, I still have work inside,” says Mr. Andy. “It’s fine, Sir. Don’t miss me, I will come here often to see you!” Sierra says cheerfully. “Your wish! I hope I don’t see you often! Precisely, I hope I will never see you again!” Mr. Andy grumbles. After Mr. Andy goes in, Sierra sits on the bench with one leg piling at the other. Not an appropriate way for a girl to sit in public. With a pair of earphones, she hums to her music until a bunch of thug-looking men walk towards her while excitedly shouting her name. She takes a glance, and immediately curses. She doesn’t like what is happening right now. She grabs her bag and runs as fast as she can. “Get her!” shouts one of them. As he shouts, all of his men run towards Sierra. “Sierra! Stop right there!” he shouts again. Sierra, while still running, looks back and sticks out her tongue, as if saying “Good luck catching me!” *************** 07.45 The young man rolls his eyes as a bunch of girls stare at him weirdly. He’s so sick of being stared and pointed at, even in a good way. He takes off the sunglasses that he has been wearing all day and swipes his smooth black hair slowly with his firm fingers, making the girls even more hysterical. “I swear if I got a dollar for every stare, I would beat Bill Gates” he grumbles and walks into the airport's parking lot. In the parking lot, he smiles as his eyes see his glossy, beautiful, red car. The only nuisance was a chauffeur, with a nervous face. “Sir Alex, can we not keep doing this? Mrs. Savannah will kill me if she knows you left without her.” Sadly Alex doesn’t give a damn about that poor chauffeur, still sticking his hand out, asking for the car keys. Left with no choice, the poor chauffeur hands him the car keys and steps back. “Calm down, I’ll settle this. Goodbye, Rahul.” As he says this, Alex steps on the gas pedal and leaves Rahul, standing there. ******* 08.00 Alex enjoys the strong winds blowing through the open roof of his car. His chest is filled with fresh warm air, which he hasn’t felt for a quite a long time. Suddenly his eyes catch a beautiful view on the side of the road, making Alex decide to stop the car and pull over. Only a few seconds later he stops the car and an unknown girl jumps into the passenger seat next to him and looks back. Her face looks so pale, with sweat running down her face. “Miss, you okay?” asks Alex. “Can you start the car? Please!”She ignores Alex’s question, replacing it with another question. “Pardon?” “Hurry up!” she says and she begins to panic. “Who are you?!” “Well, I don’t have time to explain my identity. Move!” she shouts, taking Alex’s seat--the driver seat-- and starts the car. Alex is pushed into no choice but to step back and sit in the passenger seat. He has completely no idea who the hell this young lady is who has brutally taken over his car. “What are you trying to do?! Are you trying to rob me?!” He is beyond confused. He should be angry, but he’s too confused to be angry. The question mark in his head goes away as this young lady looks back and shouts so many bad words to the bunch of guys in the car behind. “So she was being chased. I can’t believed I actually got involved with this kind of drama in my first day, ”Alex grumbles to himself. “Haha! Good luck catching me!” this lady giggles with satisfaction. “Can you focus on driving, Ms. Car Stealer?!”Alex shouts in a panic as they nearly crash. “I’m Sierra. And I’m not stealing your car, I’m just borrowing it.” “Wow, what a nice way to borrow a car, Ms. Car Stealer!” “My name is Sierra,” she repeats. “Too bad, I don’t care! Can you pull over right now?!”asks Alex, as those bunch of guys already disappear from their sight. Sierra sighs and stops the car on the edge of the road. She gets out, slams the car door and stares at Alex with a death glare. “Well, too bad.”Sierra mumbles. Alex replies with raising one of his eyebrows, as if saying ‘What?’ to Sierra’s death glare. “What a nice car, owned by a stuck-up person like you. Guess life isn’t fair.” As she says that, Sierra leaves Alex alone inside his car, with a shocked face. Never, even once in his life, was Alex called stuck-up, especially not by a girl that can’t even borrow things properly from another human being!