Hello, it feels good to be writing again! I know I have taken…a slight pause in writing, but now I think I can actually take on another fic! I plan on finishing this particular story. That is if the tuna casserole that my mother has made for supper doesn't kill me. No offense, mother. Well, erm, I hope you like it. Now the other half will talk

Blameitonthegovernment other wise known as Frito

Hiya peeps! I'm Chocolate, you don't know me, but that's okay. Yeah…no one in their right mind really cares what I have to say so…ENJOY!

- Chocolate otherwise known as Maniac

Disclaimer- I own whatever my original characters names are. Haven't decided yet.

Chapter one

I am writing this on the behalf of my best friend, Winifred O' Reilly. We have been best friends since as far back as I could remember, well, at last since I started school in the first grade. We liked most of the same things and we both agreed that our teacher, Mr. Meza, needed a gray wig to match his gray hair instead of a brown one. But that was just an opinion.

We both like Paul Newman films and loved reading books. We couldn't draw for our life and our singing wasn't much better.

So, why would we ever have trouble in our friendship? I have asked myself that a multitude of times and every time it comes down to the same thing: her family had has money and mine doesn't.

My mother and her mother get along just fine, but they only do it for us. They really can't

like my mother as much. However, my mother likes her just fine.

We try not to let our differences get in the way of having a good time. Her life is just so easy. She gets everything she wants and she feels so no pain. I whish I could say the same, but I can't. I get the things I need, but after that, there is no extra money for things that I want. Sometimes I get jealous of her. Well, most of the time I get jealous of her.

I call Winifred Fred. Everyone else her Wini, but when I was little I couldn't pronounce Wini and called her Whiny instead and she got mad. So I called her Fred instead and it stuck.

Fred calls me Lucky. My real name is Lucy Mathews. The valentines Day when I was in the first grade, Fred spelt my name on the Valentine's card she gave to me as L-U-C-K-Y instead of L-U-C-Y. From then on out I was Lucky instead of Lucy. It wasn't a horrible nickname, it just wasn't true. What was I lucky for? An older brother who drank beer and was a junior in high school at eighteen years old? Was I lucky for a father that walked out on my over worked mother and her two children? Was I lucky to live on the 'bad' side of town verses the good one? No, I wasn't Lucky for any of those things. But still, it wasn't a bad nickname.

Fred and I were in the seventh grade. We in two of the same classes and we had P.E. together. We hung out on the weekends and after school, so we had the opportunity to be with each other often.

We both had the same sense of humor and liked to goof off. But at the same time, we were both serous students and received good grades to show for it, though my grades weren't as good as hers. We both thought that our English Teachers had some issues, especially mine who complained about her over weight dog. It was kind of disturbing actually.

We had a crush on the same boy, Philip Smith. He was a great guy, but to me he was just a schoolgirl fantasy. Because he was a 'soc' as they would call him, he would always remain a crush.

That didn't stop Fred from going to talk to him, which she didn't. But she could if she wanted to.

A lot of people thought we were weird. Money wise, I was a ' greaser' and Fred was a 'soc'. Personality wise, we were neither. To use it didn't matter, but my brother, Keith, would warn me stay away from them.

I remember the first day of first grade. I came home from school and told him about Fred.

" Stay away from them," he said as he slapped my hands. He was only twelve then, but he thought he knew everything about life: greasers are good and socs are bad. That isn't necessarily true. I mean some of them can be pretty nasty to me, but that is beside the point. The point is, well, erm, that not all socs are bad. There we go. I think that's a fine point, if I don't say so myself.

Thing get rough for me sometimes, and Fred is there, always helping me get through it. And if Fred ever had any rough times, I would help her get through it. But since Fred never will or ever had any rough times, I have nothing to worry about, right?

There we go. All finished with this chapter. I really hoped you liked it. GO DURAN DURAN. Sorry, I kind of have this obsession with 80's music and Green Day. It's kind of a weird combination, but who really cares? Umm, what else. Oh, yeah, I accept flames, but since I live in the south, it gets hot enough as it is. Who cares. I like reviews, mind you. Now a word from Chocolate

blameitonthegovernment otherwise known as Frito

Yups, all finished. So, we all know what you're going to do now. You're going to press that lovely button in the corner and review! Of course you are! Bye!

Chocolate otherwise known as Maniac