AUTHOR'S NOTE: This here is the re-write to my story 'Meet the Warners' which if you couldn't tell by the title is now 'Secrets'. I'm going to see how this story goes and if it does go well I am going to make it a series. Caution: contains swearing and OCs. Enjoy.
A young girl was sitting in class. The last class of the day to be precise. It was Friday and the subject was maths so the young girl was zoned out, daydreaming.
Only a couple of minutes of class left and the girl snapped out of her wonderland and begun packing her things until finally the bell rang bringing relief to the students and the teachers, who hated teaching those little bastards.
The girl quickly grabbed her bag and walked out of class at a fast pace. She was headed to the middle school, where her younger brother attended, to pick him up.
As she walked down a flight of stairs, she passed a group of girls, dressed in tight short-shorts and equally tight singlets. Their hair was thin and straight and their putrid faces were caked in so much make-up that would make baby Jane blush in embarrassment.
The girls turned their gaze to her quickly before an abundance of whispers and giggling were shared amongst the group. She rolled her eyes.
"I should be used to this shit by now," thought the girl.
She turned the corner quickly and not paying attention to her surroundings, walked straight into another person.
The person, to whom she smacked into, had their folder flying out of their hands and onto a collision course with the tiled floor. The aforementioned group of tarts began laughing, as did a number of other surrounding students.
"S-s-sorry," the girl stuttered, her face turning a bright shade red.
The person she bumped into, a girl with short dark hair and big blue eyes smiled at the stranger kindly.
"It's okay," she said as she bent down to pick up her folder.
Just then a red-haired male with goggles on his head walked over to the brunette. With him was an African-American boy wearing large, round glasses and carrying a stack of books.
"C'mon Ange, let's go," the red-haired male said.
"Coming," the brunette known as Ange said to her friend. She looked at the girl.
"See you around," she said cheerfully.
"Y-yeah, uh s-see you," the girl muttered nervously, avoiding eye contact by staring at the blue and green tiled floor.
The trio of friends walked off to the main door. The girl could hear them talking.
"What were you doing talking to that freak?" the red-haired boy whispered.
"Shut up Mike. It's called being polite," Ange retorted. She then elbowed Mike in the ribs.
"Ow!" Mike cried in pain. The African-American boy and Ange just laughed.
Then the trio walked out the door.
The girl was about to walk towards the set of double doors herself, when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"Hey, Jade!" The voice called out.
Jade turned around and saw her sister. She smiled.
"Hey, Violet," Jade greeted her sister.
"So, how's your first day going?" Violet asked.
"Well," began Jade "I apparently have some kind of disease and also there appears to be something amusing about my accent."
"Yeah, I've had the same thing with my voice to. All these idiots kept saying 'Hey Violet say this!' and blah, blah, blah. Bloody imbeciles," ranted Violet.
"My sentiments exactly," agreed Jade
Violet decided to change the subject.
"Are you picking up Jasper?" she asked.
"Yep," replied Jade "You helping Magenta with the shopping?"
"Yes," Violet replied, "It's going to be soo fun," she added sarcastically.
Once they were outside the school they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Violet went to hitch a ride with their older brother, Damien. Jade went to the local middle school.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well I told you there would be OCs, didn't I?
Chapter 2 is coming soon where the Martians will make their appearance. Anyway, you see the button below? Click it. I dare you.