Chronicling

Greenville

DARK SECRETS

A NOVEL BY RYAN CASSADY

SURVING IS ONE THING. BUT HIGHSCHOOL IS ANOTHER THING.

Chronicling Greenville: Dark Secrets

PREFACE

I picked up my pen and started scribbling this out. First the note was cutesy and loveable, by the second paragraph though I was gothic and mean. I scribbled and ripped the note from the pad of paper I was writing on, and in need of some love. The very first time I let my eyes see his, it was true love, but I didn't know that true love was the only thing letting me down right now. No, it wasn't the drama or the unsatisfied friends, the failing grades, no; it was the true love that obliviously was not true. False love is the new term for hating the thing that loves you. False love.

I looked at the window the breeze was a pleasant brisk type air. I puffed and realized Emma would be home any minute. I shoved my notebook aside, and turned on the television. And as I predicted she shoved through the door, her brown curly hair letting loose after a quiet afternoon with her family. "That was torture." She said pulling her head back into a pony tail. "Eh, what happened." I asked looking at her eyes. "We ate at my dad's favorite bar, do you know how crucial that is?" she said looking at me. I was a 4.0 average student, she was also a 4.0 student, but there was one different, she was pretty.

She sniffled heavily and turned off the television. "What happened to you?" she said smiling. I gravesites this moment to escape but who can escape the clutches of high school? "Eh, none of your business." I said quietly avoiding the painful eyes of a tortured high schooler from her parents. "I know you better than that, share, please." She said giving me the crude puppy dog face. I hated that, but, I do give it some credit, was easier way to say I want a credit card with that face on.

"Exactly, you know my pain to good that if I told you, I think you would think I was lying." I said staring at the black television. "What ever you don't want to share I will, Keith Carson asked me out", my eyes dropped at the name. The boy I loved the most was dating the girl I loved the most, that's the moment I knew high school was hell.

Contents

I hear a feminine voice upstairs

My mom goes crazy on the merchandise

I aboard the high school of my life

Getting settled in a hotel room

I Meet the whole school in an hour

I meet my amazing roommate

We were busted by our councilor

Goth girl was waving hi to me

I Scream on Halloween night

I get three new messages on my email

I Share the good and bad news

The God and Godess of Greenville

Asking out the boy that's ignored me

Me and my friend have a stupid fight

The boy that loves me will do anything

I meet the evil witch of Greenville personally

I can't tolerate another second of Greenville

This new boy comes and is beautiful

The Goth girl is seemingly confessing herself

I solemnly swore that I love Keith Carson

We get busted for keeping our lights on

The mystery is coming closer to an end

The dream I had comes true forever

Epilogue: Girl from Began I hate comes to Greenville

By Ryan Cassady

CHAPTER 1

Sincerely the Darkest Girl Alive

The first time many kids have their first punishment is in elementary school, not for me of course, I was miss perfect, who got amazing grades and purified the way school played its part. Yeah now I completely wish I had that erased, my parents couldn't afford the pretty pep school down the block like they hoped for. It was called "Began Hall Private High school" I always saw the pretty tan blonde bitches come out from that school. They never once noticed me, and the thing which gets me the maddest is they only take in people who are pretty.

Which of course leaves me down in the dust, my parents always compelled the stress level with money, but the thing they didn't have to worry about was me. I made dinner for them, while they both worked and payed the bills. I helped my dad at his work when he needed some neatness structure; I was of course good in that department. I never once had a friend, except for Mari who left in first grade. I think we got along fine, but who knows, that has passed.

I pulled my hair back in a pony tail today was the last day of heaven till I went to my personal hell, Greenville High school. Greenville was the school the parents sended their kids if they were either nasty or crude, or couldn't afford Began Hall. Which was me of course? The school was actually pretty good looking on the outside considering the fact that it was a away school. It had a long layer of red bricks and a beautiful entrance. It was bigger than Began because it was an away school. Began had glass doors and was more, let's just say, modern.

Greenville was definitely going to change me and I'm hoping in a good way, but I do have a pretty bad feeling about this. I struggled to not hypervenalte but it was coming on. The only time I went to that scary high school was for testing this year and I only saw one person in the

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hall's in the morning as I walked by to the right room. She had light blonde hair and smelled of flowers she had hair down to her neck and had stumpy glasses. She was pretty in a different way the girls at Began were. She had soft pale white skin that was like a magnet.

The testing questions were fairly simple to me, but other people in the group seemed to have trouble. All the girls were looking at this boy with dark blonde hair with pretty green eyes. I was in front of him so I rarely looked behind me. There was a cute little girl sitting next to me who had light brown hair and was fairly cute, I knew if I went their she would be popular. There was a boy with the same roundness of cheeks little boys have but he was cute, and I felt happy around him like an aurora. Then there was the obvious cutest girl in the room, she had flowing red hair and had to much make up on, I see she had a coach purse and some Prada shoes. She smelled decent but the perfume was too strong.

Other than that, my expectations were the ones I grew on. The rest of the class looked fairly normal and nervous; I think half of the class was biting their nails. I felt a little warmly smart, except for the light brown haired girl beside me, she looked smart also. The teacher had stump grey hair and had brilliant facial expressions that were welcoming. He was sipping some coffee and reading the newspaper. He had his feet on a stool that comforted his legs and feet. I breathed gently went I finished the easy test. The girl beside me finished soon after and grinned at me. There was an apple on the desk I brang for the teacher. My name is Aome which meant apple so I thought it was appropriate.

I thought hesitantly as the teacher waited for the last tests. The guy behind me looked half way finished, which made me flinch. The girl that had red hair had a few more questions; I could tell most of them were wrong though. I listened to my heart and that's when I knew it. Aome sounds too, rich and snobby and that's defiantly not the reputation some girl wants freshman year. I quickly thought of pretty but public names.

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Arianna. Arianna was my grandmother's name and I always thought it sounded like an angel's name, so I was going to use that name.

I awoke from my daze as I heard a faint calling from my door. I slipped into the shower and was out of their conserving water. My dog Jinnee skimmed the hallways as I walked pass her. She looked happy and sad at the same moment. Sometimes I would die to switch places with her, other time's I'd hate her life. I ran down the wooden steps to the foyer. The chandelier was a bright gold foundation with pretty glass light bulbs. My house was medium sized, the second smallest on the block. I heard the tingling bell from Began as class began. It was the first day for them, Greenville started tomorrow. I breathed slowly looking out the window. I could see most of the people I grew up with laughing and talking, excited for the first day of high school.

"Aome?" my mom said. My mom is half Asian and Persian. My dad is Irish and a little Mexican. "What?" I said looking at her warm blue eyes. "Oh dear, what's wrong?" she asked looking down at the tile floor. I hadn't realized it but I was crying. "Please, don't say anything." I said begging her in a way. "Aome…are you sad because the private school jerks are going to school?" she asked confused. Her eye's flew rapidly to the window, but her gaze somehow stayed on me. "I'm changing my name this year to Arianna mom, and yes…but you knew that." I said shuddering.

"Arianna, it's just, dad got laid off, and well, my job as a veterinarian doesn't seem to catch the money flow Jo." She said hesitantly. "Mom, please just don't worry about me, for once I would like to be left alone." I said getting a little annoyed. "Okay dear, what would you like for breakfast?" she asked. I did not feel like responding a full uttered answer, so I flung the first thing that came to mind. "Nothing…" I yelled. She raised her right arm in the air and waved an approving farewell.

I smelled the sizzling bacon on the stove which got me a little hungry. I was deleting the contacts on my phone I never used before. I knew it would be good for future prank calling, but want I perfect, and never did anything to violate the law? Some teenagers die to become perfect, others die to make stupid mistakes like real teenagers. Like get pregnant or use birth control pills. I spun the globe next to my bed around and turned on my laptop.

I went to my email, and as usual, my grandpa sended out some silly video old people would find amusing. I thought it was stupid and not interesting. I yawned after it and rolled my eyes. I played some little games on a website and then started my original journal of Greenville which my mom thought would be good for me, apparently, writing was a little entertaining when you are bored stiff.

Dear Journal entry #1,

So today is the day before my parents send me off to some stupid high school for middle age delinquents, yeah me. I never would of thought I would end up there. Ugh. Just like I never went to Disney world when I was younger…like my parents promised. I saw some of the beauty bitches outside my stubby window. I never thought I would get jealous in the world, hey, that's broken now. Anyways, my mom thinks this dumb journal will help me fight the tears of Greenville, which of course will happen. She has this fairy tale in her head for me, but she's to smog to share it which gets me annoyed. I saw some figures that I remembered from my old school, I think I saw Cherie my only friend that might remember me in future reference, she moved and talked to some people that I didn't no. I wished I could switch places with anyone that has a friend. Because I don't want to be the smart girl with no name on the left always, I want to have a title like "The popular girl, or the Mean girl" something entertaining like that. Mom is sad for me and dad is at the health club wasting more of our precious little money we have left. I hope I'm helping the family by going here, it doesn't seem like dad's helping at all, and he's always away. I really just want that happily ever after. I think I will have at least one friend here, maybe a boyfriend if I'm very lucky. Anyways journal you may get beaten up by the end of May but you will be my journal for the rest of the year.

You're Writer,

Arianna Plataea

I printed the page and stapled it into the first page of the journal mom bought. I closed it and decided to decorate the open side of the notebook I decorated it with sparkly glue and cute pink and yellow ribbons. My cousin Taylor bought these for me, she is always supportive of me, she is sort of the opposite of me, but she still enjoys my presence. I remember one time I got her in trouble by accidently braking her air hockey table when I was nine. I felt utterly bad but I had a reputation that couldn't be ruined. I heard the garage door open and I knew it was my dad returning for the health club because my mom was chatting on the phone with one of her great aunts about a kidney donation.

I heard the call of my dad stepping into the home; he had nice new shoes on that might have coasted over a hundred dollars. I heard some faint yelling going on downstairs that were about the shoes. I rolled my eyes. We weren't broke yet, my mom still had a job, but I guess she thinks that were not getting as much money and we can't go spending it like we use to. I wanted to help my dad get out of the discussion but no luck happened. Actually it just got worse like usual when I came into the fight or help prevent it. I kept telling my mom to calm down, but she was obviously flabbergasted by the new white puma shoes that magically got onto my dad's feat. I went into the basement to watch my recorded new "Devils Lake" which was a dramatic show about the tragedy of a few fishermen at Devils Lake.

After I watched some of the episode I hadn't watched in forever, I decided I needed a break from electronics and took out a book to read called "Curving High School" which was obviously my dad's graduating classes' year book. I hadn't realized till now that my dad was actually pretty popular. He had over a hundred signatures and forty six messages. Most of the signatures were guys and most of the notes were the girls. I looked and finally saw a note from my mom it was definitely the best note on the page since they were dating, she took up most of the room, but there was still room for the cheerleaders on it. The note read.

Dear Kenny,

I love you so much…ever since I met you my heart has been filled with love and status. I know I'm not pretty like those cheerleaders with big boobs, no offence, but I love that you close me instead. It makes me delighted and happy in my stomach. I remember the first time I saw your eyes, how they lit like the colors of the rainbow. And to my surprise after that class, there was a rainbow outside. I remember drawing hearts and bow and arrows after that class we both finally met. It was nice and beautiful, I felt like I could have that moment be the moment I paused for the rest of my life. Forever and always I will love you.

Love,

Caroline Karen x3

The note was cute and cuddly and nothing I would put now of days, it was almost too happy and pleasant for me to handle. I took out my year book and put theirs away and tried to look for my longest note, it was from a kid who knew me from choir I joined in third grade, I think I might have had feelings for him but based on the note he greatly did not have feelings for me. The note read:

Dear Aome,

Why didn't you do choir the rest of the year's you could have, it would have been fun with you in it. Well, you should do choir at Began; I'm going their…do you know anyone who's going to Greenville. I heard that Angela is but I'm not sure. Okay have a good summer, see you at Began…bye!

Your friend

Mike King

The note was fairly longer that the notes from the peppy girls and guys… they mostly wrote about Began and where they're going for summer vacation. I looked at the faint clock…it was just about the time Began was letting out their students. And speak of the devil the bells chimed. It was pretty loud but not as loud as the morning bells. I raced up to my room and shut the door loudly behind me. The fight had died down a lot they were both sitting on the couch with disapproving grins. My dad was still looking for a job but I doubt he was trying hard. My mom took night shifts over at the emergency room for pets, and during the day took physicals for the pets.

She never liked pet's growing up until she got a dog named Clutch she lived on a farm growing up and then moved to where we are now. They had six dogs Percy, Jackson, Opal, Groove, Coke, and Clutch. She got Coke last but Clutch seemed like the youngest when ever where ever. He was an obedient dog and knew how to scam. But the reason why mom liked him the best was because of his attitude. He made funny sounds when he thought something was funny, and when he cried my mom said she always heard him whistling perfectly.

Percy was the dog that was the favorite out of the family. He had spunky red ears and a brown body. He was liked out of all the family because he was the dog that got up in the morning and fetched the newspaper.

Jackson was the little puppy who watched over the big dogs like a protector. He was afraid of smaller puppies but not bigger dogs. He only liked Clutch and Coke and was afraid of Groove.

Opal was the mother dog who seemed to like to lick her children…she gave birth to all of them except Groove. She died due to severer blood damage when she fell off of the barn roof top.

Groove was the smallest dog in the family and always danced and was very hyper. He didn't like any of the dogs except Percy because they both liked to go placed together, even though Groove died at a very young age due to a brain tumor he was favored by many.

Coke was the dog who had the big bite. He was a nasty dog that only liked Clutch and Opal, even though Opal bit him several times Percy helped him along. Coke is a mean dog that had to be put to sleep after Opal had to be put to sleep.

Clutch was the best dog in the family. He was the family dog until Percy. He hung out with my mom and only liked Coke and Jackson because they both got his strange behavior. He was a good dog but survived many heart attacks and strokes. Soon he died in a medical room.

My mom liked all pets after Clutch died even some prehistoric ones, which surprised many people. Even the slimiest, ugliest and bides animals she praised as her own. She was the only person that didn't fit in her family. All her family worked in big companies and some even turned out to be some minor movie stars. She was the one who fell in love though; none of the other people in her family fell in love. That's what she said made her special, which is true of course.

The second bell rang for Began and that's when I heard the footsteps. I heard mild laughter and stern faces, some even with tears on. I saw some seniors also looking down; I decided to take advantage of this moment and go down to see who it was. "Hi, I'm Arianna, why are you guys all upset." I asked pleasantly. Some seniors smirked and kept walking a teenage girl that was a little taller than me said. "The new principle is a bitch and doesn't get Began who it use to run." She said throwing her hair back "Weren't you their?" another voice said.

"Eh, no, I go to another school…" I said in a hurry. My plan obviously back fired on me. I tried to scurry for the door but it was too late. "You go to Greenville but live in this neighborhood." A red headed girl said behind the first girl I talked to. "No, I got to a private school in Rockford." I said silently. They started hissing under their breath which turned into laughter. "Well maybe you should tell your dad to get that bumper sticker off his car!" the teenage girl said. I turned my head 90 degrees. On the bumper of my dad's car was sure enough a sticker which said "My daughter goes to Greenville!"I sighed and went into the hallway foyer.

"Hey honey what were you talking about with those Began kids?" he asked with a grin. I didn't want him to feel bad about himself after the fight so I just frowned and went upstairs. "Don't go up their honey, tell me what happened?" he said grabbing my shirt. I became nervous all of a sudden. "Thanks for the bumper sticker dad." I said sarcastically. "Eh, did they notice?" he asked a little roughly. "Of course they did." I said humbly. I steadied myself up one stair. "Where's mom?" I asked a little annoyed. "The market, hey can you go make us some dinner?" he asked. I frowned, after all that and he wants me to make dinner.

"Sure what do you want?" I asked pulling my hair back. "Um, surprise me, yell for me if you need help with anything." He said walking backwards to the door. "Dad I'm not eight. " I said smiling. He smiled back and hurried up the stairs. What was his idea? I looked into the fridge and found some left over's. I decided the best left over heated in the microwave would be last night's frozen pizza. I put it in for five minutes and waited. I went to the foyer to get my backpack when I heard a voice. "What if your daughter comes upstairs?" a femine voice spoke it wasn't my mom's though. It was louder and fluent.

"She won't…I told her to call if there were any problems." My dad said trying to sound steady. "If you want to do this, I don't want your daughter here, doesn't she have friends?" the femine voice said. Was my dad cheating on my mom with someone it all made sense. "No she doesn't, she's really nice and all, but very shy, I wish she did though." My dad said. I felt tears streaming down my eyes. "Let me use the bathroom, wait outside here." He said gently. I decided I wanted to confront my dad. I quietly went up the stairs.

As I reached a certain step I saw her features. She had honey dew blonde hair. She had nice teeth and a big chest. She seemed skinny but wasn't teenager skinny. My dad came out and kissed her. I silently cried. I screamed. "Dad what are you doing?" I screamed furiously. He looked nervous and the woman was looking the other way. "Honey, it's not what it looks like!" My dad said looking very strangely at me like I've done something wrong. "Cut the crap, you're cheating on mom. Dad, you haven't really been going to those health clubs have you. You've been sneaking to your girl friend's house." I said with a burst of energy. "How do you know all this." He asked shaking his head around. "Wait a second, how long has this gone on, dad, did you quit or get laid off." I asked uneasy.

"I did get laid off, but Melissa here, told me that I could get a job from her if we…keep our thing up." He said looking from me to Melissa. She turned her face it was nice and tan. "Wait till mom hears this." I said quietly. "You can't tell mom Arianna, that could ruin our whole entire relationship." He said frowning. I was about to charge at him. "What the hell dad. Do you want mom or not, first you're saying you love this slut and now your shoving her to the curb?" I teased him. "Darling listen to me, I'm doing what's right for the family." He said calmly.

"Prove it." I said darkly.