Alrighty, the first chapter is up!
If you guys couldn't tell already, "Somewhere in Neverland" by All Time Low is a really big inspiration for me on this story. If you've never heard it, go listen to it right now, cause it's awesome.
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(Oh, and for any other Panemaniacs out there, theres a Hunger Games reference hiddn in this chapter. See if you can find it!)
Say goodbye to the halls and the classes So here we go again Wendy run away with me Wendy we can get away We'll start a life of the plain and the simple So here we go again Wendy run away with me Wendy we can get away So here we go again Wendy run away with me Wendy we can get away
Say hello to a job and the taxes
The weekends with old friends spilling into 9 to 5 routine
Tell me how you feel over and done with
Like your life is a map with no compass to guide,
At the bar drinkin' way too much
We sing along to "Forever Young".
Wishin' we could start again
I know I sound crazy
Don't you see what you do to me?
I wanna be your lost boy
Your last chance, a better reality
I promise if you're with me, say the word and we'll find a way
I can be your lost boy, your last chance
Your "everything better" plan
Oh, somewhere in Neverland
(Somewhere in Neverland)
Of great times with far better people
And weekends with our friends
Laughing about the wine that stains their teeth
We'll talk about how your parents separated and
How you don't wanna make the same mistakes as them
I'll say it's all about stickin' it out
And trying to feel forever young
Wishin' we could start again
I know I sound crazy
Don't you see what you do to me?
I want to be your lost boy
Your last chance, a better reality
I promise if you're with me, say the word and we'll find a way
I can be your lost boy, your last chance
Your "everything better" plan
Oh, somewhere in Neverland
Wishin' we could start again
I know I sound crazy
Don't you see what you do to me?
I want to be your lost boy
Your last chance, a better reality
I promise if you're with me, say the word and we'll find a way
I can be your lost boy, your last chance
Your "everything better" plan
Oh, somewhere in Neverland
Oh, somewhere in Neverland
(Somewhere in Neverland)
"Somewhere in Neverland" by All Time Low definitely hadn't been on this playlist before. But oh well. The stereo was too far away to bother changing the song, and my hands were a little full at the moment.
A dull thunk rang through the room as my knife stuck in the center of the dart board, joining several other identical knives. With my hands now empty, I went to retrieve the knives from the dartboard.
"Alex! Turn off that racket and hurry up or you'll be late for school!" My father's loud, booming voice echoed up the stairs. I stole a glance at the clock, confirming that I had at least another half hour until school started. Dad was just being his typical tyrant self.
With my hands full of sharp, shiny metal, I skillfully turned off the stereo with my elbow and flopped down on the floor to clean my knives. The set had six beautiful silver knives made specifically for throwing. My 16th birthday had been several months ago, and they were a late present from my favorite cousin Conner. He's in the army, which is probably why it took so long to get them to me, but I had loved them immediately.
Being the only girl in a dominantly male family, learning how to take care of yourself or carrying a weapon is the only way to ensure safety at family gatherings.
"I mean it, Alex!" Dad's voice boomed up again, and I sighed. Putting the knives back in their case, I changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a light grey tank top. I slipped into a fitted black leather jacket pulled on a pair of knee-high black leather boots.
Grabbing a hairbrush, I ran it through my long light brown hair and then shook my head violently. Stormy grey eyes peeked out from behind tousled bangs, and I pushed hair around until everything was how I wanted it.
I was down the stairs in another minute. Heading into the kitchen, I popped leftover pizza in the microwave and nuked it for a minute. The machine beeped, but my pizza was much too hot, so I left it on the counter and crouched down on the floor.
I whistled softly, hoping he was awake. The clicking of tiny nails told me he was. The two month golden lab puppy came barreling down the hall. He tried to round the corner into the kitchen, but he was going too fast, and he slipped on the hardwood floor, crashing instead into a pad we had placed on the wall for instance just like this one.
"Comet, that is mahogany!" I said, though there was a large smile on my face. "Oh, come here you big klutz." I held my arms open, and he happily bounded into them, covering my chin with slobbery puppy kisses.
Comet had been a birthday present, too, and he was by far my favorite. Hoisting the pup up, I held him with one arm while I used my free hand to check that my pizza was cool enough to eat before taking a big bite. Of course Comet tried to steal my breakfast, by my arms were longer than his neck was.
"Sorry, pup, no pizza for you." I finished eating and moved to the living room to plop down on the couch. Settling the boisterous dog on my lap, I scratched behind his ear until I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
Comet scampered away when I put him back on the ground. Dad walked into the living room, looking quite grumpy; as usual. "We're leaving." I slung my backpack over my shoulder and followed him to the car.
The ride to school was silent, up until we pulled into the parking lot.
"Just because the year is almost over, doesn't mean you get to slack off. I expect straight A's." His voice was harsh, his expression hard. "You're taking courses over summer break, and advanced placement courses over the next two years. Then when you graduate, you're going to a good school like Harvard or Cambridge. Just like your brother."
I had heard this speech almost every day for the past few weeks, but something about it today just made me snap. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to take genius classes? That I don't want to waste my summer sitting in a classroom? That I don't want to go to some fancy shmancy school? I'm not David, Dad! I'm not Mr. Perfect, okay? I'll live my life the way I want to, not the way you want me to!"
I finished with a huff, slamming the door as I stormed out of the parking lot and disappeared inside.