The Misfits
[Paxton Chase's P.O.V.]
Prologue: [Paxton's Voice]
"Hello, my name is Paxton Elizabeth Chase. I'm Seventeen years old and I'm here to give comments on what you are about to read. This is all a true story of events that have happened in my life, shortly after my seventeenth birthday. But before I start I should explain a few people in my life that I've recently met or about to meet as I tell this story. So First off I'd like to introduce you to Mathew Connors."
[Flash Back 1] [Paxton's 17 year old voice Narrating]
I look in the mirror, my ringlet grey hair hangs just below my shoulders. I just turned ten and it's my first day at a new school. My father had decided to get a change of scenery in our lives. Apparently different hospitals all around the United States wanted him. And on the outskirts of New York City was the biggest offer. So he packed us up and now here we are.
I was dreading going to the new school already, I knew no one in this area. And by now there were bound to be the cliques that everybody loves in school. Even if we were only in fifth grade. Our personalities would have gotten along with others and groups from. And thanks to dad, now I had to deal with being an outcast.
So my bright green eyes scanned over what I was wearing the first day of school. On the bright side and the dark side, this school had a uniform.
Anyway I am so getting side tracked.
My dad dropped me off at the school almost ten minutes before I was supposed to be there, because he wanted to be early for work and didn't want to make two trips. So he waited until the last minute to bring me to school. I had walked into the building and all the students that saw me just kept staring at me. I honestly didn't know what there problem was and I walked to the main office.
An elderly woman behind the desk looked at me, she didn't notice nor do I think she cared really why I was they. But because it was her job she said in a half hearted voice. "Can I help you?"
I smiled softly to the woman and said, "My name is Paxton Elizabeth Connors, it's my first day at school here. And I was told to come to the main office to get my schedule."
"Oh so you're the new rich brat," she mumbled so I could barely make out her words and handed me a stack of paper work. "These must be turned in before the end of the week, and if we don't receive them you'll have detention every day until you do return them." Then the woman went back to her paper work.
I looked at the top of the stack of papers, that I was sure weighed at least five pounds and saw my schedule, that said I had a study hall my first period, thank god, and my locker number and combination.
I walked out the door in such a rush that I didn't notice the boy with black shaggy hair to his shoulders until it was too late. The stack of papers that were in her hands were pretty much all across the hallway. Paxton groaned in dismay as she bent down and started collecting the paper work. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying any attention. Are you ok?" She asked.
"I'm fine." The boy said as he bent down and started to collect her papers as well. "I'm Mathew Connors." He said as he collected the last paper up off the ground.
"I'm Paxton Chase. And thank you for your help. You know you didn't need to." She said as she took the papers from the boy. She smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
[End Flashback 1]
"And another important person in my life, that I met almost a year ago to this day."
[Flashback 2]
That night I looked in the mirror, my how the years have changed. My once long hair that used to be in ringlets, laid flat against my back. My eyes were almost lime in color tonight with the black eyeliner and mascara I wore, that made them turn a little bit darker. I looked at my semi tanned skin in the mirror and smiled how the summer had finally come. No longer did I look like a ghost but an average sixteen year old. I pulled up the zipper on my leather hooker boots that covered all the way to just under my knee. The rest of my outfit consisted of a red and black plaid tank top with a rhinestone embroidered skull on the right hip. And a black ruffled mini shirt that had chains hanging off of it.
When I was finished getting ready I opened up my window and climbed out. The tree next to the archway of the front door was at a short enough distance away from the house, that I climbed onto one of the limbs and then scooted my way down the tree. When I got to the ground I fixed my skirt and snuck off into the night. My father never checked on me before he went to bed, nor did he after. I was sixteen and in his eyes, whatever I did was my own doing.
I walked the less then half a mile to the playground that had a couple swing sets, a few slide, teeter-taughters and different things that kids played on. The park was well kept up and no one really checked on it at night, randomly a few times a week a car would drive by and someone would shine a flashlight peering into the dark abyss for someone breaking the curfew. But normally no one spotted anyone, and I've never seen any other kids out this time of night. Their parents must of taught them right. My dad on the other hand, frankly didn't care. He blamed me for my mothers death since I could walk, and since then he didn't baby me or spoil me. I had a lot of clothes, but that was because he gave me money to go shopping. Pretty much he had to so he did.
I walked up to one of the swings and sat down. Me sneaking out was really the only time I got to be by myself. Since I first moved here and met Mathew. He has stuck around me ever since. And if anyone did try to say hi to me or talk to me. Mathew would scare them off. So this was my only time alone. And I enjoyed every minute of it.
After a while of me staring up at the moon, I heard the sound of a twig breaking somewhere in the darkness behind me. "Hello?" I asked as I peered behind me, but with the almost lack of moon light I saw nothing. So I turned back around.
When I did they was a boy that looked maybe two years older then me standing directly in front of me. "Hi" The boy said in an almost whisper. I was startled and I lost balance for a moment and almost hit the ground until I caught myself or at least that is what I thought.
When the boy helped my up to my feet, I knew I thought wrong. "Thanks, sorry you startled me. I'm never normally that clumsy." I half heartedly lied. Why was it when ever I met someone I was always either falling or dropping things in my hands. "Do I know you from the school? You look familiar. I'm Paxton and you are?" I asked recognizing him from somewhere.
"No I am afraid not my dear, I don't go to your school." He said calmly. "My name is Tristan, it's a pleasure." He said and I felt my heart almost skip a beat. Then again it kind of sounded planned out. Like he meant for me to ask his name, and how he was going to reply.
[End Flashback 2]
