My very first fanfiction! It takes place in the summer before Monica and Rachel enter college. Enjoy! Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own friends/characters/actor.

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Never-ending Maze

Chapter 1

Unfortunate Events

"...are you OK?" A concerned teen crouched down on hands and knees, observing the scene in front of her. Obvious to the fact that the ground was'nt as hygienic as she considered it to be after reading: 'The Importance and Judgement of Sanitation.' Nearly seven months have passed since Christmas, she remembered it like it was yesterday.

FLASHBACK

"Please, please, please can I go first?!" pleaded a very whiny teenage girl, very eager to open the 7x4 package she held in front of her. Christmas was her favourite time of year and she knew the traditional Geller family Holiday very well. She made a metal note to secretly give her eggnog to Old Yeller. Surprisingly eggnog was the only thing she hated consuming, and she thought that if her family knew, the results would be endless tantalizing and cruel jokes. "Wow! Monica doesn't like eggnog, but she likes melted cheese on ham! That's a shocker!" She can hear Ross exclaim. No, she would deny her conscience. Refuse to let her family find out about her mom's general cooking. But that all changed three years ago, when her compulsive selfishness trait got the better of her. She never meant to utter that she hated her cooking. Even though she knew perfectly well that her cooking was better than her mothers. And Judy never meant to utter four horrible words- "You were a mistake!"- That left the room deathly quiet. For a split second everyone forgot how to breathe, Jack looked ready to run after his daughter and Judy stayed rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. But Monica eventually got over it. She didn't want to think about the past when the present opened up to her. Revealing a Christmas tree, a teenage boy sitting patiently near it, and two parents pondering over the question. Normally the eldest would open their presents first and so on in descending order.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle at his perky daughter. When it comes to Christmas, he thought, she's gets so hyped up. Monica's impatience was growing; her fingers were already digging into the package like tiny drills. "Alright my little Harmonica! But just this year..." Soon enough pieces of wrapper's were flying left and right, clawing and snipping it so fast as if it was a competition. Finally after the floor was partly littered, Monica beamed at her present. She wasn't really fond of reading anything except if it's related to cooking and cleaning. It was a book entitled 'The Importance and Judgement of Sanitation.' She opened the book and on the left side read "Merry Christmas my little Harmonica!" From Jack. She rolled her eyes saying "Dad, I hate to break it to you but I am not your little harmonica anymore."

Indeed it was true, she had already entered Grade 12 and all Jack could do was nod at reality. She couldn't wait till College, the thought of it trilled her and she had to make sure her best friend would be there too.

END OF FLASHBACK

Ross E. Geller rolled down the hill at high speed, smiling to himself, knowing full well that his opponent was still behind him. He reached the bottom of the hill and skidded to a halt. "Ha! Chandler I won! And you thought I was..." BEEP! Came a sound from behind. He turned around in time to see an out-of-control-car heading in his direction...

Ross jumped out of the way just in time. His heart racing when he thought his life was over. Then he looked back up the hill wondering where Chandler was. Oh No Chandler! What if that crazy car hit him?! He skated back up the hill as fast as could, praying that his best friend was alright. Finally he reached the top of the hill all sweaty and fighting for breath. But no relieve came to him as he saw what looked like his best friend, lying motionless on the ground...