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write this! Please enjoy! Also, this story is for Molly who inspired me to
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Chapter 1
From the first moment I saw Gordie Lachance I knew he was special. I'd always thought he was a troublemaker since he hung out with Eyeball Chambers little brother but I never imagined that he'd be such a smart kid. I nearly had a heart attack the first day of high school when I saw him and Chris in my collage bound English class but now I'm glad he was since he changed my life forever. I remember that year so clearly as though it were yesterday. It was the best school year of my life and yet it was the worst. My heart was broken, I lost my best friend and yet I gained the respect of two boys that I never thought would happen.
"Caliegh Lewis," my teacher called out on September 6th 1962, "I know you'll do wonders in this class. Your sister was one of my favourite students."
"Thank you Mrs. Spencer," I said sweetly, "I'll try my best."
It seemed as though I was always saying that. My sister Carlee had been the top student in all her classes as Castle Rock High school and I knew that day that I would have to be living in her shadow the entire time I was at that school. She was valedictorian when she graduated and walked away with five awards and medals. But she wasn't just a smart kid that everyone hated; she was the most popular girl in school. She was so beautiful and warm that you couldn't help but love her. That is unless you're her sister. Her perfection and superiority gets old fast. Carlee wasn't even like a normal big sister. She never fought with me, she always tried to give me advice and she'd even let me wear her clothes without asking. My friends all thought she was the perfect sister, but I thought differently.
"I hope to see you on the field next week," she continued, "Cheerleading practice starts and I know you'll do wonders for the team."
I hated cheerleading although I knew I'd be stuck doing it since my dad would make me. It was so feminine and prissy and yet I envied the girls who were on the squad. Just once I'd like to be the girl every boy loves and wants to date, the girl everyone wants to be like but I knew that would never happen.
"I'll be there." I said before taking my seat next to Mickey.
"You're really going to degrade yourself by trying out to be one of those mindless peppy air-heads." She said giving me her world famous smile. Even when she was giving me a lecture she always had a smile that could brighten anyone's day.
"Yeah Mick," I said in my vally-girl voice, "and you're coming with me."
Mickey Carerra had been my best friend ever since second grade. I had dropped my sandwich in the sand box and she gave me half of hers. Ever since then we've been inseparable. Her real name is Joyce but she hates it so I called her Mickey since she loved that crazy little mouse. She was naturally stunning and was always smiling. She could attract boys like honey could attract bees, but she was never interested in any of them. She always told me that she wanted to meet someone who liked her for her mind and not her tits, which was strange since she wasn't very smart and they weren't even big. I'd always laugh whenever she said that but she'd just laugh right one with me. You wouldn't know it when you saw her but she was a real bad apple. She looked like a stuck-up snob like all of our other friends but she was really fiery. She almost got taken in by the cops but she just gave then a little wink and they dropped the charges. That'll tell you a little about the justice system in our town. Even if she did get taken in nothing would've happened. Her pops would just bail her out and not say a word to her on the way home. People think that just because we got money that we don't got problems which is a huge crock. Everyone's got problems some people just have more problems then others.
"No shit I'm trying out Cay," She said smiling turning around in her chair, "You know I don't do that shit."
"Why don't you try finding a synonym for shit Mick," I said jokingly, "It might improve your vocabulary a little."
"Ahh shut it." She said simply. She opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by the sound of the teacher's voice.
"Now class," she began, "You'll have to be seated in alphabetical order to ensure that you won't be obliged to talk to any of your friends. It's also a lot easier for me to hand out and mark work this way. Now would Maria Atkinson please sit up her, next to her…"
I thought of who I would be stuck beside. Whenever teachers did this I was always forced to sit beside the smelly kid or the fat kid or the kid that wouldn't stop talking.
"Joyce Carerra you'll be sitting here, then Christopher Chambers." She continued.
"It's Mickey." Joyce belted out just as the boy in the back of the room yelled out that he wished to be called Chris in the same manner.
"Sorry Mickey, Chris." She said apologetically, "You two can sit up here please."
I watched as the boy grabbed his few books and walked leisurely over to his desk. He seemed so carefree yet so rugged and well, bad.
"Oh great," I heard Mickey say, "I'm stuck beside the brainless wonder."
"Just go," I said pushing her a little, "Maybe he'll be attracted to your mind."
She flipped me the bird as she smiled sweetly at the teacher and took her seat. I laughed since she had changed so much from that sweet little girl who gave me half her sandwich. Mick used to be a real sweet girl. Never swore, never did anything. Together we were your average rich kids but when he dad walked out on her, her mom and her older brother, she toughened up and was never the same. Her mom turned to alcohol for comfort and her brother played football to keep his mind off things. Mickey didn't know what she was supposed to do so she never let anyone ever get close to her. Her and her dad were always real close and when he left it practically killed her. 'If you don't let anyone in, you can't get hurt. It's as simple as that.' She'd always say that to me when I'd break up with a boyfriend or one of my friends stabbed me in the back. I felt a lot of pressure since I was her only true friend. Like I said she had plenty of people that liked and envied her but no one she could really talk to.
"Gordon Lachance, you're right here next to Carlee Lewis." The teacher said mistaking me for my sister. "Jillian Masters you're here…"
I slowly moseyed on up to where she had pointed and noticed that the person I was supposed to be sitting beside wasn't there. I looked around the room scanning for the oddball of the class trying to make his way up the hall but no one seemed to be coming forward. I knew that I had heard that name before, Lachance, but I didn't remember where.
Just then the door swung open and tall built boy walked into the room. He was rather good-looking but seemed shy and timid. I'd seen him around in some of my classes but hadn't really noticed him until know. I knew then that he was Gordon Lachance but he wasn't the Lachance I had been thinking about. I remembered know that Carlee had gone out with his older brother a couple of times but it didn't work out and they just became really close friends. Denny had been real nice to me and I'd always liked him a lot. When he died my sister cried for hours.
"Mr. Lachance," Mrs. Spencer said sternly, "You're late."
"Yeah sorry about that," he calmly replied, "I couldn't find the room."
"Way to go Gordie," Chris belted out, "I'm supposed to be the dumb one, not you."
The class laughed at Chris' remark as Mrs. Spencer directed Gordie to his seat. He looked at me long and hard while sitting down as though he had never seen me before.
"Hi," I told him in my sweetest voice. That was the thing with me, although I could be wild like Mick, most of the time I was innocent and friendly. Everyone knew I was wealthy just by looking at me, "I'm Caliegh. Looks like we'll be sitting beside each other for a while."
"Uh, yeah," He replied simply, "Looks like it."
I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. I did sound like a brain dead cheerleader and he probably knew it to. I looked over at Mickey who was sitting near the window practically halfway across the room. The sun glistened off her jet-black hair and it was so beautiful it almost looked blue. I so wished I could be a pretty as she was. I had plain blonde hair and green eyes. I was so boring looking but Mickey was radiant. The way her icy blue eyes contrasted with her hair was perfect. She turned around and shot me her world class shining smile before turning back around to continue talking to Chris.
I spent the rest of the day like this. Envying Mick, getting mixed up with my sister and trying to make small talk with Lachance.I was in all his classes except gym at the end of the day but he was with Mr. Mayor in the boys gym class while in the girls class with Miss. Thompson.
"Caliegh," I heara voice from behind me say, "Caliegh Lewis is that you."
I knew who the voice was. It was Holly Morgan. She was the snobbiest, richest girl in all of Castle Rock. For some reason she seemed to take a liking to me but she hated Mick.
"I haven't seen you all summer. Well except when you were at Chip Houston's party but that's it. Did you see what Rachel was wearing; I mean what was that about. But you, you looked adorable with your little yellow dress."
"Thanks Holl, You looked nice too." I hated it when she talked like this. She was always so boring and gossipy.
"I know that silly," she replied, "Honestly Caliegh you can be so silly sometimes."
I just smiled at her thinking that I'd rather be dead then standing here listening to her talk.
"So will I be seeing you at Chip's next party?" she asked politly as possible.
"You bet," I replied, "I'll be there. Mickey night come to."
"Oh," she said forcing a smile through her teeth, "That's wonderful."
I heard the whistle and we all ran in. We basically discussed all the different sport we'd be playing and stuff. She didn't even talk about my sister at all which made me like her. Well all she said was that Carlee was a good kid and she knew that I'd be one too. I liked Mrs. Thompson and knew that gym would by far be my favourite subject.
We ran a few laps around the track which wasn't hard for me since I was rather good at distance running, but I had to slow down so Mickey could catch up since she was having a in depth conversation.
"I mean honestly," she said, her voice full of passion, "How could one boy be such a dumb ass."
"He's not a dumb ass," I told her through my gasps for air. She was talking about Chambers. "We should really stop labeling people by there siblings. It pisses the hell out of me."
"Hey Cay," she said stopping in the middle of the track, "Are you alright. I mean is something bothering you."
"Nah," I lied, "I'm fine Mick really."
I hated how everyone thought that I was just like my sister, a prissy little homecoming queen. But a part of me liked it since it was a hell of a lot better than being who I actually was. I was always making too much of things and I hated it. I just wished that I could be myself and not worry what people thought. Two boys showed me how that year and changed my life forever!
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Chapter 1
From the first moment I saw Gordie Lachance I knew he was special. I'd always thought he was a troublemaker since he hung out with Eyeball Chambers little brother but I never imagined that he'd be such a smart kid. I nearly had a heart attack the first day of high school when I saw him and Chris in my collage bound English class but now I'm glad he was since he changed my life forever. I remember that year so clearly as though it were yesterday. It was the best school year of my life and yet it was the worst. My heart was broken, I lost my best friend and yet I gained the respect of two boys that I never thought would happen.
"Caliegh Lewis," my teacher called out on September 6th 1962, "I know you'll do wonders in this class. Your sister was one of my favourite students."
"Thank you Mrs. Spencer," I said sweetly, "I'll try my best."
It seemed as though I was always saying that. My sister Carlee had been the top student in all her classes as Castle Rock High school and I knew that day that I would have to be living in her shadow the entire time I was at that school. She was valedictorian when she graduated and walked away with five awards and medals. But she wasn't just a smart kid that everyone hated; she was the most popular girl in school. She was so beautiful and warm that you couldn't help but love her. That is unless you're her sister. Her perfection and superiority gets old fast. Carlee wasn't even like a normal big sister. She never fought with me, she always tried to give me advice and she'd even let me wear her clothes without asking. My friends all thought she was the perfect sister, but I thought differently.
"I hope to see you on the field next week," she continued, "Cheerleading practice starts and I know you'll do wonders for the team."
I hated cheerleading although I knew I'd be stuck doing it since my dad would make me. It was so feminine and prissy and yet I envied the girls who were on the squad. Just once I'd like to be the girl every boy loves and wants to date, the girl everyone wants to be like but I knew that would never happen.
"I'll be there." I said before taking my seat next to Mickey.
"You're really going to degrade yourself by trying out to be one of those mindless peppy air-heads." She said giving me her world famous smile. Even when she was giving me a lecture she always had a smile that could brighten anyone's day.
"Yeah Mick," I said in my vally-girl voice, "and you're coming with me."
Mickey Carerra had been my best friend ever since second grade. I had dropped my sandwich in the sand box and she gave me half of hers. Ever since then we've been inseparable. Her real name is Joyce but she hates it so I called her Mickey since she loved that crazy little mouse. She was naturally stunning and was always smiling. She could attract boys like honey could attract bees, but she was never interested in any of them. She always told me that she wanted to meet someone who liked her for her mind and not her tits, which was strange since she wasn't very smart and they weren't even big. I'd always laugh whenever she said that but she'd just laugh right one with me. You wouldn't know it when you saw her but she was a real bad apple. She looked like a stuck-up snob like all of our other friends but she was really fiery. She almost got taken in by the cops but she just gave then a little wink and they dropped the charges. That'll tell you a little about the justice system in our town. Even if she did get taken in nothing would've happened. Her pops would just bail her out and not say a word to her on the way home. People think that just because we got money that we don't got problems which is a huge crock. Everyone's got problems some people just have more problems then others.
"No shit I'm trying out Cay," She said smiling turning around in her chair, "You know I don't do that shit."
"Why don't you try finding a synonym for shit Mick," I said jokingly, "It might improve your vocabulary a little."
"Ahh shut it." She said simply. She opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by the sound of the teacher's voice.
"Now class," she began, "You'll have to be seated in alphabetical order to ensure that you won't be obliged to talk to any of your friends. It's also a lot easier for me to hand out and mark work this way. Now would Maria Atkinson please sit up her, next to her…"
I thought of who I would be stuck beside. Whenever teachers did this I was always forced to sit beside the smelly kid or the fat kid or the kid that wouldn't stop talking.
"Joyce Carerra you'll be sitting here, then Christopher Chambers." She continued.
"It's Mickey." Joyce belted out just as the boy in the back of the room yelled out that he wished to be called Chris in the same manner.
"Sorry Mickey, Chris." She said apologetically, "You two can sit up here please."
I watched as the boy grabbed his few books and walked leisurely over to his desk. He seemed so carefree yet so rugged and well, bad.
"Oh great," I heard Mickey say, "I'm stuck beside the brainless wonder."
"Just go," I said pushing her a little, "Maybe he'll be attracted to your mind."
She flipped me the bird as she smiled sweetly at the teacher and took her seat. I laughed since she had changed so much from that sweet little girl who gave me half her sandwich. Mick used to be a real sweet girl. Never swore, never did anything. Together we were your average rich kids but when he dad walked out on her, her mom and her older brother, she toughened up and was never the same. Her mom turned to alcohol for comfort and her brother played football to keep his mind off things. Mickey didn't know what she was supposed to do so she never let anyone ever get close to her. Her and her dad were always real close and when he left it practically killed her. 'If you don't let anyone in, you can't get hurt. It's as simple as that.' She'd always say that to me when I'd break up with a boyfriend or one of my friends stabbed me in the back. I felt a lot of pressure since I was her only true friend. Like I said she had plenty of people that liked and envied her but no one she could really talk to.
"Gordon Lachance, you're right here next to Carlee Lewis." The teacher said mistaking me for my sister. "Jillian Masters you're here…"
I slowly moseyed on up to where she had pointed and noticed that the person I was supposed to be sitting beside wasn't there. I looked around the room scanning for the oddball of the class trying to make his way up the hall but no one seemed to be coming forward. I knew that I had heard that name before, Lachance, but I didn't remember where.
Just then the door swung open and tall built boy walked into the room. He was rather good-looking but seemed shy and timid. I'd seen him around in some of my classes but hadn't really noticed him until know. I knew then that he was Gordon Lachance but he wasn't the Lachance I had been thinking about. I remembered know that Carlee had gone out with his older brother a couple of times but it didn't work out and they just became really close friends. Denny had been real nice to me and I'd always liked him a lot. When he died my sister cried for hours.
"Mr. Lachance," Mrs. Spencer said sternly, "You're late."
"Yeah sorry about that," he calmly replied, "I couldn't find the room."
"Way to go Gordie," Chris belted out, "I'm supposed to be the dumb one, not you."
The class laughed at Chris' remark as Mrs. Spencer directed Gordie to his seat. He looked at me long and hard while sitting down as though he had never seen me before.
"Hi," I told him in my sweetest voice. That was the thing with me, although I could be wild like Mick, most of the time I was innocent and friendly. Everyone knew I was wealthy just by looking at me, "I'm Caliegh. Looks like we'll be sitting beside each other for a while."
"Uh, yeah," He replied simply, "Looks like it."
I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. I did sound like a brain dead cheerleader and he probably knew it to. I looked over at Mickey who was sitting near the window practically halfway across the room. The sun glistened off her jet-black hair and it was so beautiful it almost looked blue. I so wished I could be a pretty as she was. I had plain blonde hair and green eyes. I was so boring looking but Mickey was radiant. The way her icy blue eyes contrasted with her hair was perfect. She turned around and shot me her world class shining smile before turning back around to continue talking to Chris.
I spent the rest of the day like this. Envying Mick, getting mixed up with my sister and trying to make small talk with Lachance.I was in all his classes except gym at the end of the day but he was with Mr. Mayor in the boys gym class while in the girls class with Miss. Thompson.
"Caliegh," I heara voice from behind me say, "Caliegh Lewis is that you."
I knew who the voice was. It was Holly Morgan. She was the snobbiest, richest girl in all of Castle Rock. For some reason she seemed to take a liking to me but she hated Mick.
"I haven't seen you all summer. Well except when you were at Chip Houston's party but that's it. Did you see what Rachel was wearing; I mean what was that about. But you, you looked adorable with your little yellow dress."
"Thanks Holl, You looked nice too." I hated it when she talked like this. She was always so boring and gossipy.
"I know that silly," she replied, "Honestly Caliegh you can be so silly sometimes."
I just smiled at her thinking that I'd rather be dead then standing here listening to her talk.
"So will I be seeing you at Chip's next party?" she asked politly as possible.
"You bet," I replied, "I'll be there. Mickey night come to."
"Oh," she said forcing a smile through her teeth, "That's wonderful."
I heard the whistle and we all ran in. We basically discussed all the different sport we'd be playing and stuff. She didn't even talk about my sister at all which made me like her. Well all she said was that Carlee was a good kid and she knew that I'd be one too. I liked Mrs. Thompson and knew that gym would by far be my favourite subject.
We ran a few laps around the track which wasn't hard for me since I was rather good at distance running, but I had to slow down so Mickey could catch up since she was having a in depth conversation.
"I mean honestly," she said, her voice full of passion, "How could one boy be such a dumb ass."
"He's not a dumb ass," I told her through my gasps for air. She was talking about Chambers. "We should really stop labeling people by there siblings. It pisses the hell out of me."
"Hey Cay," she said stopping in the middle of the track, "Are you alright. I mean is something bothering you."
"Nah," I lied, "I'm fine Mick really."
I hated how everyone thought that I was just like my sister, a prissy little homecoming queen. But a part of me liked it since it was a hell of a lot better than being who I actually was. I was always making too much of things and I hated it. I just wished that I could be myself and not worry what people thought. Two boys showed me how that year and changed my life forever!
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