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Golden
Chapter 1
Ashley's POV:
19-5-35
I spin the tiny knob right and then left then right again and pull on the handle. Doesn't even budge a bit. Ugh! Forget this! I kick the locker and run to the Science Lab.
"Settle down, class!" Mrs. Morin says and waits for silence. "First, we are going to switch into our permanent seats today."
Yes! No more Dandruff Diego! Ok but seriously, that kid needs a haircut. And I'm not even kidding. When he scratches his head, an avalanche of dandruff falls around him. And people around him.
And that's where I come in.
Well not anymore. Thank you Mrs. Morin!
"Ok first row will be Andrew, Spencer, Ashley, Tyler, Madison, and Katie." Mrs. Morin says, pointing from left to right.
I sat down at my seat and sighed, expecting to be seated in between two guys. Did I mention I'm done with guys?
But instead, I find myself sandwiched between two girls. A girl with almost black dark brown hair and a beautiful blonde with long golden hair. The blond girl looked over at me and smiled, which made her soft blue eyes twinkle and her face light up.
Oh my God I think my heart just stopped beating. I gave her what I hoped to be a decent smile back.
The thought of sitting here for the whole year made me smile for the rest of the day, which is so not normal, especially for me.
"I'm home!" I shout into our new mansion that my 'mother' had just bought.
"Good. Now you can help with the boxes." Christine says coldly and leaves the mansion, probably to go to her new man candy of the week.
My mother's a bitch. But what else is new?
I swear if we have to move one more time, I will secede from her. Kyla's the only person that made me stay all those other times. But if we do this time, I'm taking her ass with me. We just moved here to Ohio from Los Angeles a couple of months ago but we still hadn't unpacked fully yet. What can I say? I guess we're just really lazy.
Sighing, I drag some of the boxes into my new room. I don't understand why my mom can't just pay people to do that for us, I mean we have the money to, but I guess it's just because she doesn't give a crap about me and Kyla.
"Hey Ky." I said, opening her door and flopping on her bed.
"Hey Ash, how was your day?" Kyla asked putting a poster up on the bare wall, her long curly locks falling around her face.
"Eh. Could have been better. How was yours?"
"It was great! Aiden and I are going to Ego on Friday." Ahh… Aiden. Aiden was the perfect boyfriend for Kyla, tall, handsome, star of the basketball team; you know all the usual poser child stuff. He and Kyla are my only two friends here so far. Being gay doesn't exactly make you the most popular person in high school.
"That's great Ky." I said trying to be enthusiastic and failing. "Well I'm going to try unpacking some stuff." I headed to my huge room which was bare except for the necessary things that I needed; my bed, guitar, radio, iPod, and drums. I walk over to my drum set and tried to play something.
It doesn't sound right. It sounds normal. And that's what was wrong with it.
Ever since one of my favorite drumsticks got stolen, it just sounds exactly like the way it does right now. I know that makes me sound like a complete weirdo to mourn the lost of a drumstick but it happened like this.
One of the first nights we moved here, my mother decided to have a party. We didn't really know anyone so she just invited everyone in the neighborhood. That's when Kyla first met Aiden but that's not the point. Anyway, my mom made Kyla and me give tours to the little kids and apparently, one of them was a big fan of my dad, Raife Davies. At the end of the party, I was exhausted and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I went back into my room, I discovered that only one drumstick was there. And boy, was I mad. It wasn't just some random drumstick you can get anywhere, my dad gave them to me when I was just a little kid. And along with his black vest, that's all I have left of him now. If I ever find the kid who took it, I'm going to—
"Ahhhhh!" My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden muffled scream coming from Kyla's room. I barge in her room, only to find Kyla on the floor laughing.
"Um… Kyla are you ok?"
"Yeah I just uh… fell when I was hanging up my shirt." She said, holding up a pink shirt that said, 'Strangers have the best candy'.
"Well ok… If you need anything I'll be in my room." I said, quickly getting out of her room. I swear, Kyla is one weird chick. You can never leave her alone for more than an hour.
So anyways, why did I tell you the random drumstick story?
I really don't know.
Maybe there was a twisted moral to it.
Maybe I was really bored.
Or maybe I just need to get a life.
It could be a mix of all three.
Yeah I'll go with that.
A/N: Hey guys. What's up? I promised you another story soon so here it is. Anyway like all my other stories this one has lots of events that are based on my life. Sorry this chapter is short and kind of weird, but im just getting started and I promise it's going to get more interesting. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to watch the AMA's (American Music Awards). Haha well review please. Tell me if you liked it and want me to continue or want me to burn it (if that's possible) and never touch a keyboard again. Pretty please? Thanks! :]
