A/N: Some information to the story:
1) I'm french so I don't speak english that goof
2) I got the idea while watching ,Suburgatory'
3) This is my first try to write a fiction, so remember that please
4) The french mark system: 20-16 means ,A'
12-13 means ,C'
Just to make sure you understand that
5) Have fun reading :)
Intro
Paris. La ville de l'amour. I've been living there since I was born 15 years ago. And I love it! It's a big, famous and beautiful city! You know what they say about New York? ,,You don't make it there, you don't make it anywhere". Well, that's what I think about Paris.
My life was just perfect there. I went to a good school with all my friends (I didn't have 200 friends like the guys in these teen movies, I only had about 15, but they were all great friends). I've never been one of the smart kids who sit in the first row, listen to the teacher and get a 16 or 17. I'm the kind of student who sits in the last row, doesn't really pay attention but still gets a 12 or 13. That's the way I liked it, I mean I don't have anything against smart kids, but it's not my thing.
Also, you shouldn't think it's such a ,,Teen-Movie-School". We didn't make 20 parties in a month, actually we never had one. We didn't drink alcohol or took drugs because…well we never felt like it. You might think my life is kind of boring, but I don't think that. Like I said, I loved it.
But, one evening, I made the biggest mistake of my life…I'm so stupid, I could have killed myself for being that dumb! My best friend Chris came over, and he asked me if I wanted to try one of his cigarettes. Well, I can't really explain what happened…but in the end, the house was on fire. My father was so angry, he packed our things, took my brother and me and we moved to a small town in North-America called Heaven's Gate. The internet said it's one of the most quiet towns, at least that's what dad told us. I had to leave all my friends, my perfect old life, and Paris that's where I am now. In a boring, small town! By the way…what an ironic name, don't you think? This town is called Heaven's Gate although it's my personal hell.
"That's it! Our new house! Dean, please be so nice and don't burn it down" My father, John, said as me and my little brother Sam got out of the taxi that brought us from the San Francisco International Airport to our new house in Heaven's Gate.
"I'll do my best" I said, looking at the new house. It was big, bigger than our house in Paris, but still, I didn't like it. It was yellow, with a red roof. "Mon Dieu" I thought while watching Sam running happily to the new house.
"I'll get the biggest room" He shouted to me. He could have it, I didn't really care, I wanted to get out of this town as fast as possible anyway.
I wanted to look around, but decided to go into the house instead. The next day was my first day on the new high school. I didn't want to go there looking tired, the new kids are always considered as freaks anyway. Lucky me. I looked for my room, and when I found it, I locked the door because I wanted to be left alone now. I heard my family talking in the kitchen, but I didn't exactly understand what they're talking about. I saw the bed in the corner of the room and jumped on it. It wasn't really comfortable, but well, I had to live with it. I felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket, which means I received an SMS. From Chris, of course.
From: Chris
To: Dean
How's the new town?
From: Dean
To: Chris
My personal hell