Laurel pulled up the school building on her street bike. She flipped back her helmets visor and slightly narrowed her bright teal eyes. "Another city, Another school." She mumbled under her breath. "Great just what I need, to be the "new kid" for the 4th time this year."
Laurel's father was a officer in the navy, which meant she and her family didn't stay in one place for too long because he was always being reloacted to where the navy needed him. In short - Laurel Avalon was your adverage navy brat. Ever since she was 2 her family had been uprooting and moving. She had been to Ireland, Scotland, several cites in America, Paris, Spain, West Germany ( lol i'm guessing this takes place in about the 60's-70's ), Canada, and now... England.
Laurel killed the engine and pulled off her helmet. Her shoulder length wavy brown hair fell down and she stood up, tucking the helmet under her arm. "Better get this over with."