Disclaimer: I only own Angela as usual. If you have read my other fic you recognize the name. I like the name and no, it's not the same person.
Chapter 1
My name is Spencer Carlin, but that doesn't matter. I am only a shadow in today's world. Although I am said to be useless, I am a good storyteller, and this is one of my stories. It is a story of love, jealousy, murder, suicide, hatred, disgust, and pity. I'm not playing the character I want to play in this story of my life as I once knew it, but I am an essential part. No, this story is about my two best friends. One, I would have liked to been lovers with, the other, was her lover. This is the story of Angela Willows as I once knew her, the only time I knew her.
Angela stood outside the lockers. She saw a blonde on her knees, crying. 'Who is that?' Angela asked herself. A name drifted into her mind…Spencer…
"We have to talk!" Yelled Spencer. A brunette walked towards Angela. Another name…Ashley…
"Talk about what? There is nothing to talk about!" Ashley's voice was cold. Spencer sobbed harder.
"Ashley Davis, I love you!!" Ashley stopped.
Angela was jerked awake by her younger sister, Susan.
"Angewaa! Mommy says to get up! It's your first day of school!" Susan jumped on top of Angela.
"I'm up! I'm up! Hey, Sue, can you tell mom I'll walk to school? Can you do that for me?" Susan scrunched her small nose. Her blue eyes flashed with defiance. Blonde hair curled at the top of her head. Angela was a brunette with long strait hair. She had hazel eyes. Both her mother and father were redheads.
"I'wll tewll her." Susan smiled.
"Thanks hon." Angela hugged her five-year-old sister and kissed her warm forehead. Susan crawled off the bed and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind her. Angela sighed and got to her feet. Her black silk pajamas clung to her body. The nights were hotter in L.A. She found her ivory brush and went to work untangling her hair. After a few minutes, she was done. Angela gingerly unbuttoned her shirt. Because this was her first day at King high school, home of the King Cobras, she would wear her favorite cloths. The night before, she had hung her outfit on her door. She slipped on the black tank top and the matching black shirt to go with it. Angela then slid into her blue torn jeans. She fitted her cell phone in the left hand pocket. Angela looked at herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair. Angela looked around.
"Banana clip. Banana clip. Ah! Banana clip!" The plastic was cold in her hands. She hooked it onto her shirt and twisted her hair. With one easy motion, she guided the clip into place at the back of her head.
"Perfect!" Angela smiled into the mirror.
"Angie! Do you want breakfast?" It was her mother. Angela grabbed her backpack.
"No thanks mom!" Her voice echoed through the halls. Once Angela was outside she relaxed. She loved her family to death but she felt uncomfortable around them.
The bell rang and students scurried to their first period classrooms. Angela found hers quite easily.
"Class, we have a new student from Maine. Her name is Angela Willows." The stout man pointed at her. Angela gave a small wave and smile.
"You'll sit next to Madison." It was the only empty seat. Angela gratefully sat down. Her feet had become sore from her walk to school.
"So, from Maine huh?" Madison smiled. A fake smile of course.
"Yeah." Angela looked over Madison's shoulder. There, she saw one of the girls from her dream.
"Who is that?" Madison peered in the direction Angela had indicated.
"Her? Ashley Davis. It might be in your best interests to stay away from her. She might fall in love with you or something."
"What do you mean?"
"She's a lezbo. In my opinion gay people shouldn't go to public schools." Madison smirked.
"Why should gay kids be singled out? There's nothing wrong with being gay."
"Are you gay?" Madison's expression changed to repulsion.
"No. I just don't like discriminators. And if you need a visual, here: exhibit 'A'." Angela pointed to Madison.
First and second period came and went with greetings and hugs. Angela had both classes with Ashley. A boy came up to her. She recognized him from one of her classes.
"Hey. New girl right?" His voice was smooth. His spiked brown hair gave his demeanor an edge.
"That's me." He smiled at her.
"My name's Aiden." He held out his hand. Angela took it.
"Angela Willows." A blonde came up behind Aiden.
"Spencer! This is the new girl form Maine, Angela Willows." Angela held out her hand. Spencer took it. Her hand was warm and smooth. Unlike Aiden's whose was calloused and cold.
It was math class. Angela was a math wiz. She was seated next to Spencer.
"Carry the three………no! No…carry the one…" Spencer whispered to herself.
"Let me help you." Angela scooted closer to Spencer. Angela could smell her shampoo, Aussie.
"I just don't get it." Spencer leaned away from her book and paper.
"Well," Angela met Spencer's gaze. "I could help you. Will you do me a favor if I help you?" Spencer grinned.
"Sure. What do you want?" Angela looked at the math problem, then at Spencer.
"Show me L.A."