South King High

by moneymoocher

What does a 13 year old do when she finds out her closest friend is a traitor, the only person she can trust is a stranger, and the girl she likes works for the enemy? Back...again, but probably not for long. ON HIATUS. I plan on revamping this story someday

1. Prologue

This is my first story, so take it easy on me. Most credit of the work goes to my muse, Shaggins. There is a age difference about 2 years or so.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any recognizable characters, only ones I made up.

So without further ado :

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South King High

Prologue

Spring of '99

The dark sky. The aggressive clouds hovering above the heads of the trees, ready to take life. A new season. Rain falls from the dark clouds. Dim rays peak out from their hiding place: the clouds. Faint music of the birds chirping. Back from migration to the south. Buds bloom and once frozen river now flow down their narrow paths. Light breezes and sweet scents fill the air. The harsh winter has passed. The blooming season is now. It is spring.

By the lake of fresh, flowing river, a young girl sits beneath the shade of an old oak tree. In one hand, she holds a pencil; in the other, a sketch book. She sits and draws, until the sun starts to set. The next day she would come back out, sit under the tree and take in the scene if front of her. Every day was uniform, until her parents divorced.

The young blonde stayed out, with her book and pencil and drew her heart out, onto her paper. She did not come home as early anymore; she didn't feel the need to. She would sneak into her house, late at night - 1 or 2 in the morning - and sleep until the birds woke her up.

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Tell me what you think. Even if it sucks. This was short so I can get your opinion if you want me to continue.

-MM