Prologue
Melissa Samson pulled open the big brass door and walked into the school hallway. Her Jimmy Choo shoes clicked on the black and white linoleum. Melissa, also known as Mel, was vaguely aware of the stares she was getting from Lincoln High's Junior Class. The girls stared green with envy and the boys stared in looks of desire.
When she finally got to her locker on the first floor, she spun the dial and opened it. She put her books on the top shelf, and then turned towards her mirror. Melissa inspected her golden corkscrew curls that reached just below her shoulders, and her bright baby blue eyes. She sighed a happy sigh and started to put on her new lip-gloss.
"Babe, you look beautiful as always," A deep voice said from behind her. Melissa turned and gazed lovingly at her one-year boyfriend Ben.
"Hey, I missed you over break," She coed, "Why couldn't you come with my family and me to Hawaii again?" Ben sighed.
"Mel you know we've been over this," He said, "I had to work at my Uncle's coffee shop."
"Oh, I just forgot," Melissa said and then lightly kissed him on the lips.
"I have to go but I will see you at lunch," Ben said as he abruptly pulled away.
"Oh ok," Melissa said trying to hide her disappointment. She turned back to her locker and was just about to pull out her chemistry book when she heard a voice next to her.
"Hi, um Melissa Samson is it?" The girl that was standing next to Melissa said.
"Who doesn't know that?" Mel said as she tossed her blond curls. The girl was obviously clueless. Who dressed like that anyway? Melissa thought. She looked the girl up and down. She was wearing a brown tweed skirt; knee high socks and a sweater vest over a tee shirt. Almost exactly like her younger sister Julie would wear.
"Oh, well, the newspaper would like to know if you would do an editorial about fashion?" The girl calmly asked but it was clear that she was scared to death. She had a right to be.
"Tell them no. I do not do charity work," Melissa retorted as she grabbed her Chemistry book and flounced down the hall.
"But-," The girl started but Mel waved her off with one flick of her manicured hand.
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Lindsey Samson was sitting at her desk in homeroom when her little sister's best friend Elizabeth came running in.
"Lindsey! Lindsey!" She cried. Lindsey, dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans, looked up from her shoes.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"It didn't work," Elizabeth sighed coming over to her Lindsey's desk.
"Oh. Bummer," Lindsey said. She had absolutely no idea why Elizabeth was telling her this.
"So, I was thinking maybe you wanted to do an editorial about SATS instead of Fashion?" Elizabeth said confidently.
"Me? Oh. No. I-I couldn't," Lindsey stammered.
"Oh that's too bad," Elizabeth said and then mumbled a quick goodbye and headed out the door.
Lindsey looked up from her desk and found everyone staring at her. She blushed and quickly pretended she was obsessed with the laces on her sweatshirt. She cringed when she heard the comments that came next.
"Why would anyone be talking to her?"
"I thought she had no friends."
"She was an accidental birth." As much as she tried to hide it, the words sunk into Lindsey and she started to believe them. She shrunk deeper into her chair and willed the words to stop. And they did. Lindsey looked up in surprise but discovered they only stopped because Miss Centowski came into the room. Lindsey reached behind her head and grabbed her thick blond ponytail, pulling it back to her shoulder. So much for getting noticed. She thought. Lindsey looked around the room hoping to find her twin brother Mark but found that once again he was not in homeroom. Lindsey sighed and turned her attention to the front of the room. Miss Centowski called a few names before hers.
"Lindsey Samson?" Miss Centowski called.
"Here," Lindsey answered.
"Mark Samson?" Miss Centowski said. She waited for a response and Lindsey turned to the empty desk in front of her. Once again, Mark was in trouble.
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Mark Samson lounged on the brick wall outside the gym. He turned to one of his friends, Eric, and checked the watch on his hand.
"8:10" Mark said sighing. Only five more minutes before first period. Mark put his hands into his baggy jeans pocket. He knew he was in trouble again but decided to ignore that fact. He ran his right hand through his dyed jet black hair and pulled out a blond string of hair. How he loathed the family's gene of blond hair. Mark leaned his head back on the wall and drew in a long breath. He looked over his outfit one more time. Green and Black sneakers? Check. Baggy jeans? Check. Black tee shirt? Check. Everything was in place for school that day. From a distance, Mark heard the first bell ring and turned to Eric.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Let's go," Eric answered. Mark pushed open the gymnasium door and stepped inside. Mark and Eric made their way to the boys' locker room and quickly dressed as the other guys from first period gym started to trickle in.
"Dude! Where were you in homeroom? Miss Centowski marked you absent. Again!" Rick, Mark and Eric's best friend, said as he approached them next to the lockers.
"Oh, you know, hanging out," Mark answered like he didn't have a care in the world.
When the whistle blew, Mark jogged back to the locker room to change after gym class. He glanced at Danielle, the hottest girl in the school besides his sister Melissa, but looked quickly away. Sure, she was pretty, but she hated books unlike Mark. Secretly, he had a hidden Twilight book in his backpack and only read it when he was alone. Mark was not the guy everyone thought he was. He created an image.
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Julie Samson headed to her locker on the first floor of Lincoln High after her last class of the day, English Class. She pulled out her homework for the weekend, which consisted of three textbooks and two notebooks. She looked for her Twilight book but found that it was missing, just like some of her other books. Julie put everything into her blue and brown plaid backpack and grabbed her pink ipod. She shuffled through the songs until she found her favorite song and turned it up high so she didn't hear the comments she was getting from the freshmen class on her way to the bus. Normally she hated when she had to take the bus because her oldest sister Melissa had her convertible, Mark always disappeared and only because Lindsey didn't have her permit yet, she took the bus with Julie.
Julie opened the brass doors at the end of the hallway and looked at the long line of buses. She walked down the row until she got to bus number 23 and walked up the steps. She grabbed the third seat on the left side of the bus and sat down. Within a couple seconds after she sat down, Julie's sister Lindsey plopped down next to her and sighed. Julie, being the good sister that she is, asked her what was wrong but already knew what was coming.
"I don't have my license yet," Lindsey moaned.
"Don't be RUDE!" Julie told her.
"Julie! I never knew you had it in you!" Lindsey brightened. Julie smiled. Being praised by her sophomore sister was a great joy to her.
When the bus pulled up the corner on Lilly Lane, Julie and Lindsey hoped out and started walking towards their front door across the street. The wind blew a strand of hair out of Julie's blond braid and she tucked it behind her ear to secure it. Julie pulled out her key from her left pocket on her plaid skirt and opened the door. Of course, Melissa was already home but oddly enough, so was Mark. You could here Melissa talking on her cell phone when she was all the way upstairs, but you could also hear Mark's guitar playing from the attic they transformed into his private bedroom. Julie pushed aside any thoughts and tromped upstairs to do her homework. Although Julie didn't know it, something big was about to happen, that would change her life forever.
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This is a prologue to a novel I wrote. Please leave comments. This is only the prologue and I am working on the second Chapter.
