Chapter one –
Unlike the last few months the last three days had broken out of the tedious routine my days had grown tired and used to. My day took the same route as every other one that was until I had to show the new girl… Briara, where her locker was. Briara was cheerful and happy, dressed in an array of exotic bright colours that not only made me want to vomit but shield my eyes, her outfit an extreme contrast to my alternate altered clothing. My plain black vest top, freshly ripped into a V-neck with added buttons and a tie, matched only with skinny jeans in a dark grey. My dress style matched my hair, black with crimson highlights, Briara’s perfect blonde hair seemed to send alarm bells off in my head. Two words came to mind, FUTURE CHEERLEADER.
A cheerleader my worst enemies, they judge and degrade. I don’t mean to judge myself but the last blonde in colourful clothing I got asked to show around is now bottom left on the pyramid, the blonde before that centre right – I think they give me the blondes just because they want to annoy me – and the first blonde I ever showed around Clarisse, Queen Bitch, head cheerleader and class president.
Anyway I caught Briara eyeing up Ash, the hottest, cutest, kindest, sweetest guy in the entire school. Ash’s real name is Robin but he told me when we were young to call him Ash always Ash, so I always have. Clarisse, Vanessa, Crystal, Rochelle, Louise and now Briara all want him; of course if he ever starts dating Clarisse will get dibs. I once had a crush but that fire burnt out a long time ago, the day I went from normal to Goth. See my childhood wasn’t crap but it wasn’t amazing, people said I always smiled but after my Nan passed I couldn’t find it in me to smile and be happy, the light had gone. I went from bottom right on the pyramid to a fist fight with a wrestler chick. I wouldn’t want to be that girl again and I don’t want my Nan back, as much as I miss her it was her time and I’m grateful for her last act of love towards me, to help me see clearly.
Just as predicted in that one day Briara had ended Katia’s pyramid life and got her place on the pyramid. The pyramid isn’t just out on the field or in the gym; the pyramid is the order of status; Clarisse at the top doing flips and tricks and landing safely every time, followed by Rochelle and Louise, then Vanessa, Crystal and Briara, then the spotters and catchers with those who do unimportant small tricks around them. They always work in the groups and you never, catch Clarisse without at least two other “Attitude Cats”.
It was a headache to even know this school; I am truthfully pretty sure my teachers hate me they don’t always do it openly but I know somehow I get on their nerves. I count it as a talent I can make most people hate me within two seconds – and that’s when I’m not trying – I never want people around me any more. I have a best friend but she had to move, she’s now 3 States away.
I spent the rest of my day getting into fights, breaking jaws, giving black eyes and in detention. My biggest achievement was Clarisse, she came up to me the entire squad behind her but leaving enough room for passers-by to watch and told me to stop being a freak then pushed me into a locker. Now lately my temper has had me acting up more, I asked her to take her hand off me… she didn’t so I broke that perfect pretty little nose of hers, then grabbed a flip knife and chopped random pieces of her hair off. I then walked away and so everyone including me knows she will have her revenge on me.
I know if I watch my back I will survive, no one else would watch it. I had 3 periods left after that, Trig, chemistry and English Lit. Unlike most people these 3 lessons were “ma thing”, trig is easy sin- opp/hyp cos- adj/hyp tan-opp/adj, basic trig. Chemistry is the periodic table simple, hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon… electronic structure protons, neutrons, easy. English lit, analysing work, quotes key words, information. For some reason I sit next to Ash in all these classes, not like we talk, a quick “hey” or discussing the work but we never really talk. I am one of the few people who know about his home life because our parents are friends. I know he escaped going into foster, he has anger issues and has a violent streak in him. Born and raised in Philly he had to look after himself when he was out; he was near the top of the food chain and rarely lost a fight if ever. He has knife skills and owns a gun. I know more about him than any other in this school. He once opened up to me told me, he wasn’t proud of what he had done but he had survived and he didn’t tend to regret any of it. I was always who he came to, then people were all over him, trying to beat stuff out of me, so he stopped.
After finishing the day I returned home to find someone had broken into my house. I felt angry; nothing was taken from anywhere, nowhere ransacked except my room! What would I have to hide in my room, a whole house and my room, I just didn’t understand. It made no sense to me, if you are going to break in at least take the laptop or IPod but no just make it a mess I was undoubtedly going to be blamed for. For God sake if this was that little bitches’ way of revenge she was DEAD no way would she get away with it.
Unlike the last few months the last three days had broken out of the tedious routine my days had grown tired and used to. My day took the same route as every other one that was until I had to show the new girl… Briara, where her locker was. Briara was cheerful and happy, dressed in an array of exotic bright colours that not only made me want to vomit but shield my eyes, her outfit an extreme contrast to my alternate altered clothing. My plain black vest top, freshly ripped into a V-neck with added buttons and a tie, matched only with skinny jeans in a dark grey. My dress style matched my hair, black with crimson highlights, Briara’s perfect blonde hair seemed to send alarm bells off in my head. Two words came to mind, FUTURE CHEERLEADER.
A cheerleader my worst enemies, they judge and degrade. I don’t mean to judge myself but the last blonde in colourful clothing I got asked to show around is now bottom left on the pyramid, the blonde before that centre right – I think they give me the blondes just because they want to annoy me – and the first blonde I ever showed around Clarisse, Queen Bitch, head cheerleader and class president.
Anyway I caught Briara eyeing up Ash, the hottest, cutest, kindest, sweetest guy in the entire school. Ash’s real name is Robin but he told me when we were young to call him Ash always Ash, so I always have. Clarisse, Vanessa, Crystal, Rochelle, Louise and now Briara all want him; of course if he ever starts dating Clarisse will get dibs. I once had a crush but that fire burnt out a long time ago, the day I went from normal to Goth. See my childhood wasn’t crap but it wasn’t amazing, people said I always smiled but after my Nan passed I couldn’t find it in me to smile and be happy, the light had gone. I went from bottom right on the pyramid to a fist fight with a wrestler chick. I wouldn’t want to be that girl again and I don’t want my Nan back, as much as I miss her it was her time and I’m grateful for her last act of love towards me, to help me see clearly.
Just as predicted in that one day Briara had ended Katia’s pyramid life and got her place on the pyramid. The pyramid isn’t just out on the field or in the gym; the pyramid is the order of status; Clarisse at the top doing flips and tricks and landing safely every time, followed by Rochelle and Louise, then Vanessa, Crystal and Briara, then the spotters and catchers with those who do unimportant small tricks around them. They always work in the groups and you never, catch Clarisse without at least two other “Attitude Cats”.
It was a headache to even know this school; I am truthfully pretty sure my teachers hate me they don’t always do it openly but I know somehow I get on their nerves. I count it as a talent I can make most people hate me within two seconds – and that’s when I’m not trying – I never want people around me any more. I have a best friend but she had to move, she’s now 3 States away.
I spent the rest of my day getting into fights, breaking jaws, giving black eyes and in detention. My biggest achievement was Clarisse, she came up to me the entire squad behind her but leaving enough room for passers-by to watch and told me to stop being a freak then pushed me into a locker. Now lately my temper has had me acting up more, I asked her to take her hand off me… she didn’t so I broke that perfect pretty little nose of hers, then grabbed a flip knife and chopped random pieces of her hair off. I then walked away and so everyone including me knows she will have her revenge on me.
I know if I watch my back I will survive, no one else would watch it. I had 3 periods left after that, Trig, chemistry and English Lit. Unlike most people these 3 lessons were “ma thing”, trig is easy sin- opp/hyp cos- adj/hyp tan-opp/adj, basic trig. Chemistry is the periodic table simple, hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon… electronic structure protons, neutrons, easy. English lit, analysing work, quotes key words, information. For some reason I sit next to Ash in all these classes, not like we talk, a quick “hey” or discussing the work but we never really talk. I am one of the few people who know about his home life because our parents are friends. I know he escaped going into foster, he has anger issues and has a violent streak in him. Born and raised in Philly he had to look after himself when he was out; he was near the top of the food chain and rarely lost a fight if ever. He has knife skills and owns a gun. I know more about him than any other in this school. He once opened up to me told me, he wasn’t proud of what he had done but he had survived and he didn’t tend to regret any of it. I was always who he came to, then people were all over him, trying to beat stuff out of me, so he stopped.
After finishing the day I returned home to find someone had broken into my house. I felt angry; nothing was taken from anywhere, nowhere ransacked except my room! What would I have to hide in my room, a whole house and my room, I just didn’t understand. It made no sense to me, if you are going to break in at least take the laptop or IPod but no just make it a mess I was undoubtedly going to be blamed for. For God sake if this was that little bitches’ way of revenge she was DEAD no way would she get away with it.
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make more of this book or not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i said happily.Mother was cooking eggs and toast while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and toast in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who you were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your heart out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
You know nothing!
Yet you pretend you do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
You told me once
I told you twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
Or remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left or right?
Up or down?
Wrong or right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your heart out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
You know nothing!
Yet you pretend you do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
You told me once
I told you twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
Or remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left or right?
Up or down?
Wrong or right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer