Chapter One

"Alright class, it's time for Creative Writing," Miss. Collins stated with that bright, never ending smile on her face as she paced back and forth in front of her group of students in the Palm Woods school. "Before we get started, I just want you to take out a sheet of paper and start to free-write, don't think about anything, just put your pen to paper and write."

Carlos Garcia sighed heavily and slid down in his seat as he grabbed his pen and started to twirl it around his fingers, longing for the bell in the room to ring. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy school, it was a good way to socialize with his friends, he just hated having to learn and to study. To him, the facts that he learned in school were useless and he was sure that he was just going to get all of it knocked out of his head from the constant beatings on the hockey rink anyway.

Carlos let out another sigh and looked around the room. Around him, his classmates were hunched over their desks, writing. Well, most of them were. As Carlos looked around he noticed that James Diamond was constantly picking at his hair, pulling on the strands, waiting for his hair to fall into his eyes in a certain way. Logan Mitchell was dutifully writing on a sheet of paper, smiling widely, always the teacher's pet. And Kendall Knight was writing, but every now and then he would look up and exchange smiles with his girlfriend, Jo Taylor.

He's probably writing another corny love letter to her. Carlos thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. I bet he'll get our opinion on it later. He added as an afterthought.

It always happened, since Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and James were best friends, Kendall always bounced his ideas for dates or love-letters off of his friends, so they were, in any sense, directly in the middle of Kendall's and Jo's relationship. Every dramatic twist and turn, they were right there.

Carlos twisted his mouth to the side as he looked at his empty sheet of paper. He looked up and Miss. Collins and then looked down. With yet another sigh, he lifted his pen and pressed it to the paper, wanting to get something done.

As soon as he started to write, the words flew out of him.

I feel alone,
So empty,
No one to talk to,
To one to laugh with.
They don't talk to me as much.
Have I just became a lost memory to them?
Aren't we friends?
The best of friends-

Carlos suddenly sat up straight, his brown eyes shooting back and forth as he read and re-read what he had just written. Without thinking about it, he snatched the sheet of paper up off of his desk and crumpled it up into a ball…

Why did I write that? Carlos crossed his arms onto the desk and rested his forehead against his arms.

A/N: I told you guys that I would be taking a little break before I started this, but now it's here! I hope you liked the prologue/first chapter; I'm still keeping my promise that the first actual chapter will be about 3000 words.

Cheers,

-Riles