Here's a new story I plan on writing. Read the first chapter and tell me what you think.
The argument of not liking someone because they're different is irrelevant. At least to Spencer it is. Everybody is different. There's not one person who will be exactly the same as you. People like different things and dislike different things. People come in different shapes and sizes. Some people are tall some are short. Some people have blonde hair some have brown or black or maybe even red. Some people are rich and some are poor. Differences are not what should tear us apart if anything it should bring us together. Take the time to sit down and share your differences with others instead of arguing. You could learn a lot by talking to someone who's different than you. Who knows, maybe that will help you find your soul mate.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Spencer pulls her hands out from underneath the covers and reaches out to turn off her alarm. She does this without even opening her eyes. It takes her a few minutes to open her eyes. The time on her clock reads 6:15 AM. She yawns and stretches out her arms as she sits up in her bed. The sun outside is shining through her bedroom window.
Just like every morning, she jumps into the shower and washes her hair with her favorite coconut scented shampoo and conditioner. She finishes up in the shower then steps out and wraps a blue fluffy towel around her tiny body. Next, she walks back into her room and over to her closet. It seems like the hardest decision teens make every day is what to wear. She settles on a black tank top and covers that up with a white and gray blazer. She pulls out a pair of black pants and stockings from her top dresser drawer. For her shoes, she picked her white boots with the black laces.
Now, it's 7:10 and school starts at eight. It's second semester of junior year and Spencer's already taking hard level classes. She's taking Russian History, AP French, AP English, Physics, and pre-calc. Not to mention all the clubs she's in. She's on the decathlon team, the school's field hockey team, she plays tennis and softball, and she's running for student body president.
After she was done getting dressed, she took the stairs down to the kitchen. Her mother and father were sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee. Veronica, Spencer's mother, had a half eaten grapefruit on a small little plate along with a slice of her favorite cinnamon toast. Peter, Spencer's father, sat at the other end of the table with a half-eaten bowl of cereal.
"Good morning mom, dad," Spencer greeted.
Neither one of her parents said a word. They didn't even look up at her. For most of Spencer's life, she's been neglected by her parents. They never seem to notice her. The only time they do notice her is when she's in trouble. Spencer bowed her head and fixed herself a cup of coffee. Some footsteps thumped down the stairs and bounced into the kitchen.
"Morning dad, mom," Melissa greeted.
Melissa is Spencer's older sister. She's 24 and is currently working through law school. Veronica smiled up at Melissa.
"Good morning, dear."
Spencer leaned back against the counter watching the three of them engage in a conversation. Melissa is also the golden child in this family. Everything she does is just perfect to her parents. Melissa took all AP classes in high school, played all kinds of sports, was captain of a lot of clubs, and was student body president. The parents were thrilled. Spencer is doing all of that and her parents don't even care.
"How's law school going for you?" Veronica asked.
"Pretty good," Melissa said while sipping her coffee. "I hate to tell you that I got an 85 on my pre-test. I'm sorry."
"Oh, Melissa," Peter said.
Spencer felt a tight smile tugging on her lips. Melissa finally got an eighty in something. Spencer thought her parents would scold Melissa for not doing better. But, that's not what happened.
"That's okay, sweetie," Peter said.
"The important thing is that you tried your best," Veronica added.
Melissa faked a sad face, "I just hate that I disappointed you."
Veronica stood up and gave her a hug and said, "you could never disappoint us."
Spencer stood there feeling dumbstruck. If that was her who got the 85, her parents would have her deported.
"Spencer what are you still doing here!?" Peter snapped. "You have school to get to! If you're late again, I'm cutting you off from your worthless friends and you'll be grounded."
Spencer washed out her coffee cup then set it in the dish drainer. She picked up her school bag off the chair and walked out to her car.
A staticky song played from the clock radio sitting on the bedside table. It took Toby a while to hear it. He's lying flat on his stomach with his face buried in the tan pillow on his bed. A stream of slobber is leaking out from the corner of his mouth leaving a small little-wet spot on his pillow. It was the sound of his phone ringing that woke him up. He inhaled deeply and reached out blindly for his phone. He pressed the answer button without even looking and held his phone up to his ear.
"Hello?"
No, answer. Toby groaned and hung up his phone. He took another deep breath and lifted his head off the pillow. He used his right hand to wipe the drool off the corner of his mouth. The second he sat up, he felt a splitting headache. It felt like somebody hit him over the head with a gun. Using all of his energy, he got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. When he took a look in the mirror, the ring around his left eye is still slightly black and blue. He shook his head as he started to peel himself out of his clothes from the other night.
The water from his shower was a little cold. Seems like his father didn't even bother to leave him some hot water. After he got out of the shower, he changed into a plain white shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of basketball shorts and leather pants. He strapped on his riding boots then walked back into the bathroom. His light brown hair is kind of a mess. It's all tousled in different directions. He used his favorite black comb to smooth all his hair in one direction making some of his hair hang out over his eyes. This is why he keeps his hair kind of long. It's to block the many black eyes that he gets.
He doesn't have a car to drive, so he takes his motorcycle. Even when it's raining, he'll take his motorcycle. If it's raining too hard for him to ride, he would be forced to walk. His father never bothers with the time to give him a ride. Kicking his feet up, he starts up his motorcycle and cruises down the road. The ride to school only takes him five minutes. Fifteen if he stops for coffee along the way. When he gets to school, he pulls up in his usual parking spot. It's the third row back, second space. He takes off his helmet and locks it under his seat.
School is rough on Toby. The classes he's taking seem to be too hard for him. He's taking Ap English, Chemistry, Algebra 2, government, and AP French. Toby has no idea why he's taking AP French. He doesn't really understand it and he barely passed French last year. He's a senior in high school and that's still a lot to handle. The classes aren't the only thing that's hard on him. Everyone in school is hard on him. The other students, the teachers, even the principal doesn't like him. If Toby would win any award at school, it would probably be the most hated person in town.
Toby was walking peacefully down the hall when his foot got caught on something making him fly forward having his chin meet roughly with the tile floor. The halls echoed with laughter. This isn't the first time he's been tripped while walking down the hallway. Actually, this kind of stuff happens everyday. People will trip him, slam his head into lockers, pull pranks on him, beat him, curse him, yell at him. People will just make him feel absolutely horrible. He doesn't know why, but he some how became the school's punching bag.
By using his elbows, he managed to push himself up. Everyone was still laughing at him when he stood up. He turned his head ready to glare at whoever just tripped him. That was until he came face to face with a brown-haired girl cupping a hand over her gaping mouth. She looked at him with apologetic eyes. Toby knows who this girl is. It's Spencer Hastings. The smartest girl in school. Maybe even the smartest student. That's also the girl he's had a crush on since the tenth grade. Spencer removed her shaky hand from over her mouth.
"I'm...I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and I..."
She was cut off by Andrew Campbell coming up and pushing her to the side. He glared at Toby.
"Get lost loser and watch where you're going you clumsy loser," he sneered.
Andrews crew circled around him. Alison, Noel, Emily, Hanna, Aria, Caleb, and Sean are all in Andrews crew. It's actually Alison's posse. Alison and Andrew are the meanest people in school. They have everyone following along with whatever they say or want. If Andrew and Alison didn't like you, nobody did.
"It was my fault," Spencer said.
"Save it sweetie," Alison said. "You don't have to make excuses for him."
"Apologies to Spencer right now," Andrew hissed.
"That's really not necessary," Spencer said. "I should be apologizing to him."
"Shut up Spencer," Alison snapped. She turned to Toby and said, "she's waiting for your apology."
"Do it now," Hanna snapped. "Do it right now before I rip your head off!"
Toby sighed and turned to Spencer.
"I'm sorry."
Spencer opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get a word out her friends were ushering her down the hall. Alison glared at him when she walked by and Andrew shouldered him into the wall, then carried on down the hall with them. Toby stood back and flared through his nose. If there's anything he hates in this world, it's Alison and her posse.
The first chapter was to introduce the characters and give a little idea on what their lives are like. Let me know what you thought and if I should continue.