Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Stand By Me characters, only the Nesconi family. ! Don't sue me, please, I'm poor!!!

I wrote this chapter & the second one in school. Chapter 1= homeroom and health class, chapter 2= study hall and math. I was bored out my mind, k?????????

.. a/n .. my first sbm fanfic. Plz dont b too hard....ReViEw!!!

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.Chapter One.

I was 14 when I first met Chris Chambers. It was the summer that I moved to Castle Rock and the summer after they found "the body."

I was terrified. I didn't know anyone in Castle Rock and I wasn't the type to go make friends. Back in California, I had a couple friends, but I wasn't going out every night, and the phone sure wasn't ringing off the hook for me.

My mother died a year ago from an overdose. She had been addicted to drugs since she was my age and passed it on to my sister, Zoe, who was somewhere in south California in rehab. I was lucky and didn't get that family gene. I missed Zoe, even if she was a druggie and a slut. She was my sister and I loved her.

After my mother died my father began to drink non-stop. He was so depressed and took his anger out on me. I have the scars to prove it. I was always in such pain, physically and mentally. I hated myself and life, mostly because I was never shown how to love.

My body always hurt. My father had gotten so bad one time, he broke my wrist. I was rushed to the hospital. I told the doctor and nurses that I fell from a tree playing hide-and-go-seek.

God, I wish I told the truth. Maybe I wouldn't be here today, in this "Castle Rock," somewhere in Oregon. Jesus I hate my life. I fucking hate it.

We pulled up to my new house. It was nice, not too much and not too little. It was a split-level with gray siding and white shutters. I sighed. My mother would have loved it.

I looked at the house and smiled when I saw the white porch in the front. A wooden swinging chair was on it. It looked like a good place to sit and just think. I looked at my father. He was a surly man, in his late forties. He used to be fun and cheerful, but now he was just dark and angry.

"Here we are," he said, taking the keys out of the ignition. "Everything is already inside. I came last week to set everything up." I nodded my head. Lovely, less work for me.

I got out of the car and walked up the wooden steps leading into my house. I waited until my father unlocked the door and I walked inside. The house smelled of new paint and everything looked new. There was a dining room, living room, kitchen and bathroom downstairs. Everything was already in place.

"I'm going up to my room," I said. Walking up the stairs I peaked in each room until I found the one with all my stuff in it. I was extremely bored, and it was only the beginning of summer. I was going to be bored all summer long. It was hot in the house, so I walked downstairs and out on the porch. I sat down on the swinging chair and sighed.

I glanced over to a window on my front porch, and scowled at my reflection. My thick, black hair was in two French braids, each ending in a single white ribbon. When I was younger my mother taught me how to braid hair. My skin was tanned from living in California, and my blue eyes looked vivid. They matched my light blue, button-up tank top, which matched my white jean skirt. I liked looking nice, even if no one cared.

I hard screaming coming from the run-down house next our house. It was two people screaming, and it sounded like a young boy about my age, and an older man, perhaps the father. I couldn't make out the words, but they sounded angry. Then, the front door of the house swung open and a boy that looked about my age with short, buzzed, blonde hair and blue eyes was thrown on the front lawn by an older man. The older man was carrying a beer bottle, and chucked it at the boy, just missing him by inches.

"Get the fuck away!" The older man roared. "And don't plan on coming back until a long time!"

The boy just nodded, and stood up, brushing himself off. The man went back in the house.

I had watched the whole thing from my porch. I felt bad for the boy, he looked hurt. He was very good looking, I couldn't help but notice. His white T-shirt was smudged with dirt and his blue jeans looked faded. He began to walk down the street, then noticed me on the porch. He looked at me for a moment, then grinned.

"Hey," he said coming up to my porch. "You're that new girl, right? Mary Nesconi?"

I nodded. "Yep, that's me. You okay? You fell pretty hard."

He looked ashamed and dusted off his T-shirt.

"I'm used to it by now. I'm Chris Chambers." I grinned at him. He seemed nice.

He began to walk away, still looking at me.

"See ya," I said, beginning to rock on the swing.

He grinned at me.

"Not if I see you first." Then he turned, and walked down the street.

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