Chapter one- that night

-Duncan's P.O.V

Just Another Shakesphere report-

No one wanted them together. Even at school, everyone always flooded twards one and left the other in the dust, vuguely remembering her as the "the goth chick", "that face in the yearbook" or, her favorite "the girl with 15 secconds of fame". Usailly after that fifteen secconds were up, everyone would go back to talking about her, as if she couldn't hear it. Things like how her she was a complete 'klutz', in which she admitted to, constiering the fact that she could basicly trip over air. But one was not true. All of them assumed she had no friends, a loner, basicly. But in retrospect, ok she only had about 4, maybe 5, on a good day. Sometimes, she would wonder about the deeper things in lfe, unlike most 17 year old girls, who thought that the gosip in the school was the only thing that mattered, and was entertainment tonight worthy. in reality, she wasn't into that. Her forte was grades, not athetics, music, not dancing, and writing, not fighting and more importantly, being alone. It's not that she was some "make love not war" hippie, because trust me tick her off and she will tell you off with nine- billion insults and come-backs before the other could even think of one. She just didn't want to, she though it strained her voice, in which her parrents thought would make them rich beyond their wildest dreams, but then again, her parents had some wild dreams, consitering how drunk they've gotten before, to the point where her father died in a car crash- his fault. Or alteast her wildest dreams. The only thing more important to her mother was grades. "If it's not an A+ then you can just forget about even uttering a word to me", "You irresposible, irrisponsible, irr, oh GOD. An A-, minuses get you a shitty resume, '-' are for slackers and delinquents, and rebels." That was her mother in a nutshell, yeah she wanted the best for her, but come on, sometimes her intentions were a bit foggy. That was her life.

That was Gwendolyn Rose Jones.
The crimmmial and the goody- two shoes, no chance, nadda, none, zippo, zilch, won't last for a week. Well they can shove that up the ass of who ever they got their gossip from, because it has already been two. Yes,Gwen and I have completely diffierent things, views, and ideas aboutt everything. After I say that people then always think that I only like her cuz she's hot. She is, but that wasn't why. I swear, I saw her at that party and I knew, she was my other half. I know, that doesn't sound like the Duncan Wood that evreyone knows. the always stud- like, practicly living I the pricipals detention ' shame corner', been to juvie 3 times guy people see me as, but then again, the only person that has really known me like this is Gwen, my sunshine. She's the only one that knows that I'm only tough because every orphanage was tough to me after my parents died in a car crash when I was three. Iv'e only showed her my otherwise locked up like alcatraz, sweet side. The same guy that was always tough, would be found quoting love qoutes, buying red roses and looking up at the stars. But that's what Gwen did to me, and that was probably the only change to myself that I was greatfull for.
Really, I should work on this actual part of the assignment, to write the atual plot, but the forward was nice, right. so, I'm going to stop boreing you to near death and begin the story.

" come on Duncan, are you going to be 'kickin it in the back seat or kicking it in the front seat'" my best friend at the orphanage attempted to pursuade me, by quote- singing our least favorite, yet laughable song, FRIDAY.
"I can't drive, so what does it matter,I, a 17 year old boy with black hair styled into a mohawk stated, showing my natural sense of sarcasm.
"Maybe not, but we have to get you out of this funk, forget Courtney, just go to the party, get loose, kiss a hot girl, do SOMETHING!"
He knew it, Goeff knew it, everyone knew it. and it ceranly didn't help that the nuns in this GOD DAMNED ORPHANAGE were always up my ass to get off mine and do something productive. but I can't rest until I find the driver of that car that ever so faithful night. Really the only faithful thing was that grandma found a way to convince my tougher to crack than a nut parents to let me sleep over with her. If it wasn't for her, well lets just say that I'd be in a whole new zip code gird. One where you dont need to think about the "what if there's a snow day, won't the power get knocked out?"
But, inside, I knew the nuns were right, I knew Geoff was right. I needed to get off my lazy ass and do something.
"Fine, lets go" I said, obviously defeated by Geoff's "oh-so inspirational" words.
We rode, probably about two, maybe two and a half miles to this place in some gated comunity. I rolled my eyes jut thinking about all the snobs that were probably at the party. with their preppy Aero clothes, listening to their pop music on their two- hundered dollar iPods while texting on their Blackberrys. just standing a block away from what was like a living hell was probably doing "wonders" for my reputation
I parked my harley under the magnolia tree and walked over to the back gate to the party.

I never knew how that night would change my life

(AN- Holy poo, my first story ever, sorry about the crap title, kinda don't know how to change it. Ok, so I hope you all like it and comment or what ever on it, because I could use all the pointers I can get, so don't be shy, just tell all that could be done to make it better. Oh, and if someone can tell me how to change a title, that would be super too.)

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OnlyMe9 *strikes dramatic pose before quickly hurrying away*