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And before I even start the story I want to tell you all to not do drugs! They are very bad for you and you will go to jail if you get caught with them!

Summary

Trixie Knight's life had been total utter shyte for a good while now. It was always 'Trixie do this' and 'Trixie do that' or 'Trixie open me another beer before I beat the shit out of you.'… Yep, life sucked. She probably would have committed suicide a loooong ass time ago had it not been for three girls who were not only her best friends, but her sisters as well. What's in store for these four rock 'n' roll queens from southern Ohio as they are pulled into a big ol place filled with future fame and open opportunities. Secrets are revealed, families are reunited, and teenage drama is at an all time high! Will four certain boys help them crawl out of the deep hole they fell in, or will they slip down to rock bottom together?

And a special thanks to BreakFree, MissJamie7, and Panda Crayon for creating Janessa, Spencer, and Adeline for this story!


Friday night Rummy… it was a favorite past-time for us. Sitting around the poker table in AJ's basement, passing around a blunt, and knocking back a few beers with the sound of Black Sabbath playing in the background. Life wasn't good, not in the slightest. But when we sat around that green table together and played the night away…that was our little piece of heaven. I don't know where I'd be today if I didn't have my friends…scratch that…I don't know where I'd be today if I didn't have my sisters. I looked up from my cards and glanced around the table, first there was Spencer. I met her in first grade when she moved here to Ohio from Toronto Canada, we became instant friends. She was the new kid, I knew what it was like being the newbie having just moved from Minnesota myself a few months prior. Her father Caleb Storm was a nice man, he used to always take Janessa, Spencer, her older sister Sadie, and I to the pizzeria every Saturday evening all throughout elementary school. Then when we hit middle school shit went downhill for us. In eighth grade Caleb and Spencer's mother divorced, Spence took it really hard. She lived for music, if she wasn't strumming a guitar she was writing new songs in a brown leather bound journal. Last time I tried touching that journal she almost broke my pinky finger, it's been nearly three years and to this day I still refuse to touch it, especially after what happened to Timothy Brown.

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Spencer was studying her cards carefully, her eyes squinted. She was higher than a Georgia pine right now, but apparently she wasn't high enough because as she reached across the table to throw away a card she grabbed the blunt from me and began to toke away. Just when I think her lungs are on the verge of exploding if she kept inhaling, she began blowing smoke rings. She was always trying to beat the smoke ring record, which Janessa held at a grand fifty seven rings in one toking session. I counted them as she blew them out…twelve…twenty eight…thirty four…just as I counted ring number forty nine she began to cough, all the smoke left in her lungs escaped her mouth in one big cloud.

"Shit..." She cursed to herself and picked up her bottle of Bud light.

Janessa laughed at Spencer's failed attempt. "That was a good try, but not good enough looser." She joked, taking her cigarette from her mouth and taking a hit of the blunt before she passed it over to Adeline and took a drag from her cigarette.

"Nessie puffs like a girl!" Adeline announced loudly with a laugh.

Adeline was what we liked to call 'The joy and laughter' of the group. She was a very bubbly person, and you could dare her to do anything, and shed do it. Like that time at the football game two weeks ago when Johnny jokingly dared her to streak across the football field in her bra and underwear during the game, Adeline agreed to do it only if I did it with her. You bet your ass I stripped down and streaked across the field with her. You wouldn't expect a rich kid like Adeline to be such a free spirited and fun loving person, but she was. We met her in eighth grade when she first moved here from up north, close to Lake Erie in a small town called Canton. When she arrived to Madison everybody knew her right off the bat, how could you not when her mother was a world known fashion designer known for her line 'Addy Emeralds' named after daughter Adeline Emeralds. She was loaded with money and everyone knew it, the Barbies automatically tried to pull her into their bleach blonde and snotty ways. But Adeline put those bimbos in check really quick. She stayed to herself mostly, didn't really talk to anyone much at all. Janessa, Spence, and I properly met her about a month after her arrival in afterschool detention one random afternoon. Since then she has been the fourth amigo to our little group…

Janessa laughed and pushed her reading glasses up into her hair. "Yeah? Nessie will also kick yo ass." She drawled lazily with a half smile, looking up from her tattered old notebook that was sitting on the edge of the table.

Last but not least Janessa Mitchell, my partner in crime. She was the first friend I made when I got to this town nearly ten years ago. It was halfway through the first grade when I moved here from Rochester Minnesota, I remember sitting in the backseat of my dad's car crying like a baby for the whole six hundred and thirty nine miles. Janessa was the trouble child in our first grade class, she was always getting sent to the principles office and her pull card was always on red. On my first day of school at Madison Elementary I was sitting on the swings at recess, Janessa came up and shoved a boy off of the swing next to me, since that moment she and I had been glued at the hip. She is always writing in her tattered five subject notebook, im not totally sure what she writes down in the thing, she says shes writing a novel everytime I ask. Ive asked her to let me read what she has so far, but she always tells me i'll be able to read it after she has it published. She was my guitar strumming buddy, it was common to see the both of us shredding and plucking chords together. In 8th grade, we tore up the talent show with our performance of Joan Jetts 'Bad Reputation'. I swear Janessa could be the next Joan Jett from the way she rocks out. If they ever made a movie about Joan, Janessa better take her crazy awesome acting skills and go audition. She'd make a killing out in Hollywood with her musical, and theatrical talent. 'Hollywood, pffft chyeah…that'll be the day' she said when I brought it up to her before.

"Here Trix, its your go." Adeline said handing the remainder of the doobie out to me.

And who was I? Im Trisha Knight, but you call me Trisha and ill knock your face backwards…I go by Trixie, I got that nickname in kindergarten before I left Minnesota from my best friend, well actually…he was my brothers best friend, but all my brothers best friends where my best friends too…I sighed sadly with the thought of my bubby, it has been ten years since I last seen him. Not a day goes by that I don't miss Kendall, I can barely remember his face…I didn't even have a picture, it barely seemed like he even existed anymore…I looked down, there on the inside of my wrist was a star tattoo with the letter K in it, right next to it where the words 'My Shining Star'. Because that's what Kendall was, he was my shining star. When I would feel down in the dumps I would remember and hear his tiny high pitched six year old voice tell me 'Now listen here Tish, if you keep being sad I will have Carlos and Logie hold you down while James and I will tickle you until you get happy again.' That alone always put a real smile on my face, nothing could do that.

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I grabbed the now tiny blunt and finished the inch that was left of it in one long drag. I looked at the two cards left in my hand and then checked around the table, I picked one off the deck and smirked. They were going to hate me…

"I play an Ace on Spence, this King on AJ, and show me what you're caught with." I said victoriously as I threw the last card into the discard line.

Adeline began counting up all the points left in her hand. "Mother fuck! Minus thirty five for Adeline, so im twenty five to the good." She added up on her fingers and wrote down her score.

"Dammit! I had three face cards and two tens." Spencer grumbled, now fifty plus more points in the negatives.

"Nessie?" Adeline asked, grabbing my pack of Marlboro and lighting one up.

Janessa picked up her beer and finished it off, she slowly dragged the back of her hand across her lips. "Seventy to the..hick.. good." She answered, covering her mouth with her knuckles as she burped.

I grabbed the notepad from AJ and wrote my own score, when I added it all up a huge grin lit up on my face. "Trixie wins with one-thousand-eight hundred- and five points, aint dat about a bitch!" I laughed when they started throwing their cards at me.

"BOO!" Janessa bellowed.

"Suck it Trixie!" Spence shot, throwing her handful of cashews in my face.

Adeline gasped. "But you're NEVER supposed to put it in the mouth!" She said it as if she where completely outraged.

"White Chicks, really AJ?" I laughed, feeling my own high kicking in.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Twas a funny movie mon." She said in a deep Jamaican accent before falling into a fit of giggles. She got up out of her seat and ran towards the stairs.

"Grab the booze! Movie Theater, NOW!" She shouted over her shoulder as she continued up the stairs and out of the basement.

We jumped up and started gathering shit up. Spence was following behind Adeline with a twenty four case of beer in her arms, Janessa was going through the refrigerator, her arms were full with large bottles of malt liquor and whiskey. I started throwing my dope back into my tin, never know when you need to roll up a joint right? We raced up the stairs and all through Adelines big ass awesomely huge and very expensive house until we reached the media room….The rest of our night consisted of a bottle of Jack Daniels, a video camera, and our high minded and drunken asses pretending to be ghost hunters in search of evil demonic entities all throughout AJs dark and scary four story house. Yes, life was shit. But I didn't live for the shit, I lived for the little moments like those with my girls.


Okay so heres chapter one! It really isn't a chapter, more like just a starter chapter introducing the four girls, laying down some background information, maybe a little foreshadowing ;) This story idea has been in my head for a good couple months know and I really wanted to start writing it. Lemme know what you think in a review, should I continue this?