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L.A. Invasion- Chapter 2: Kill Me Now, Please?
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Riley's POV
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Things just got worse through out the morning. That Paige girl really had it in for me, and I was ready to spontaneously combust. Here, I'll give you a little flashback of homeroom, first hour.
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"You must be Riley Harrison." My new teacher Mrs. Kwan stated, gesturing me to come forward in front of the class.
I nodded my head and moved toward her.
"Tell us about yourself."
"Like what planet your from." I heard Paige whisper to her friends next to her. The class giggled, well everyone except that boy, Spinner.
"Actually, Paige, I'm from Los Angeles, California. My father's a screenplay writer." That was it, I got her. There was no way she could insult me now.
Ignoring my second comment she spoke in her wannabe valley girl voice. "California? You? Please."
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It's just great, I never really cared of what people thought about me. But with these kids I do, I know I shouldn't, but I do. In L.A. I was excepted, probably because there were kids in my boat. And as cliché as it sounds, I'm now, a small fish in a big pond.
So here I am, it's twelve o'clock and I'm standing in line for lunch in the cafeteria. If you have zero friends, lunch hour is the worst part of the day. You get your food, leave the line, and then your eyes wander around the area, trying to find a table where you can at least sit down at. I swore to myself that when I started high school I would never be one of those people. And guess what I am now? Ugh…
"Hey, your name's Riley, right?" I heard a voice call out. Turning my head, I saw a gothic looking girl standing next to me.
"Yeah, it is. What's yours?"
"Ashley, everyone calls me Ash though." I smiled and she point a red headed girl next to us. "This is Ellie. You want to sit with us?"
I nodded my head at the offer. "Thanks."
We sat down at a nearby round table and Ellie immediately began talking. "So your dad's a writer?"
"Yep, a screen play writer. He writes movies, TV Shows."
Ash and Ellie looked at each other, their eyes wide and jaws dropping. "Completely awesome! What has he written?"
I took a small bite of my sandwich. "He recently wrote a movie called 'Gone Again'."
"Oh, wow. So why are you in Canada?" Asked Ellie, with a interested tone in her voice.
"My parents got divorced, so my mom decided to move up here because she's originally from here and her family is here."
"My parents are divorced too, Dad's gay." Ashley said.
"At least you have a reason. My dad just up and left, taking everything with him."
We all talked for a while, about our families and lives. I normally never hung out with girls like Ellie and Ashley. As sad as it sounds, the crew I went with were people like Paige and her friend Hazel. It's funny how being here for a day that I'm realizing how shallow I was… or am.
"Before I forget, I wanted to apologize about Paige earlier in homeroom." Ashley's face lowered as if she were ashamed to mention Paige's name in a sentence.
"Don't worry about it."
"You just have to ignore her shitty comments. As hard it is to believe, Paige has had some difficult things to deal with." Ellie continued.
"Oh, like what?"
"We shouldn't say anything, but everyone in school pretty much knows. Last year she was raped at party." Ashley said in a mere whisper.
It didn't surprise me hearing the news, and I could definitely relate. Why, you ask? About a month ago the same thing happened to me, well, almost.
I hung out with a fast crowd in California, and where I grew up party drugs were the 'it' thing to do. I never did them though, never had the want to do them. But, a lot of my 'friends' had this undying obsession for them. Quite frankly, it was amazingly scary.
At a party one night, someone slipped a drug in my drink and I still have no recollection of what happened from then on. I do know though, that the next morning I woke up with no clothes on. So you do the math.
As much as I try to forget about it and move on, I can't, I'm stuck. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes not knowing where I am. The incident has destroyed me from having any real relationship with a guy I like and it probably doesn't help that I've never told anyone about what happened. I just don't see the point.
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I hope everyone who read this enjoyed the first two chapters. Leave some feedback and tell me what you think!
L.A. Invasion- Chapter 2: Kill Me Now, Please?
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Riley's POV
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Things just got worse through out the morning. That Paige girl really had it in for me, and I was ready to spontaneously combust. Here, I'll give you a little flashback of homeroom, first hour.
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"You must be Riley Harrison." My new teacher Mrs. Kwan stated, gesturing me to come forward in front of the class.
I nodded my head and moved toward her.
"Tell us about yourself."
"Like what planet your from." I heard Paige whisper to her friends next to her. The class giggled, well everyone except that boy, Spinner.
"Actually, Paige, I'm from Los Angeles, California. My father's a screenplay writer." That was it, I got her. There was no way she could insult me now.
Ignoring my second comment she spoke in her wannabe valley girl voice. "California? You? Please."
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It's just great, I never really cared of what people thought about me. But with these kids I do, I know I shouldn't, but I do. In L.A. I was excepted, probably because there were kids in my boat. And as cliché as it sounds, I'm now, a small fish in a big pond.
So here I am, it's twelve o'clock and I'm standing in line for lunch in the cafeteria. If you have zero friends, lunch hour is the worst part of the day. You get your food, leave the line, and then your eyes wander around the area, trying to find a table where you can at least sit down at. I swore to myself that when I started high school I would never be one of those people. And guess what I am now? Ugh…
"Hey, your name's Riley, right?" I heard a voice call out. Turning my head, I saw a gothic looking girl standing next to me.
"Yeah, it is. What's yours?"
"Ashley, everyone calls me Ash though." I smiled and she point a red headed girl next to us. "This is Ellie. You want to sit with us?"
I nodded my head at the offer. "Thanks."
We sat down at a nearby round table and Ellie immediately began talking. "So your dad's a writer?"
"Yep, a screen play writer. He writes movies, TV Shows."
Ash and Ellie looked at each other, their eyes wide and jaws dropping. "Completely awesome! What has he written?"
I took a small bite of my sandwich. "He recently wrote a movie called 'Gone Again'."
"Oh, wow. So why are you in Canada?" Asked Ellie, with a interested tone in her voice.
"My parents got divorced, so my mom decided to move up here because she's originally from here and her family is here."
"My parents are divorced too, Dad's gay." Ashley said.
"At least you have a reason. My dad just up and left, taking everything with him."
We all talked for a while, about our families and lives. I normally never hung out with girls like Ellie and Ashley. As sad as it sounds, the crew I went with were people like Paige and her friend Hazel. It's funny how being here for a day that I'm realizing how shallow I was… or am.
"Before I forget, I wanted to apologize about Paige earlier in homeroom." Ashley's face lowered as if she were ashamed to mention Paige's name in a sentence.
"Don't worry about it."
"You just have to ignore her shitty comments. As hard it is to believe, Paige has had some difficult things to deal with." Ellie continued.
"Oh, like what?"
"We shouldn't say anything, but everyone in school pretty much knows. Last year she was raped at party." Ashley said in a mere whisper.
It didn't surprise me hearing the news, and I could definitely relate. Why, you ask? About a month ago the same thing happened to me, well, almost.
I hung out with a fast crowd in California, and where I grew up party drugs were the 'it' thing to do. I never did them though, never had the want to do them. But, a lot of my 'friends' had this undying obsession for them. Quite frankly, it was amazingly scary.
At a party one night, someone slipped a drug in my drink and I still have no recollection of what happened from then on. I do know though, that the next morning I woke up with no clothes on. So you do the math.
As much as I try to forget about it and move on, I can't, I'm stuck. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes not knowing where I am. The incident has destroyed me from having any real relationship with a guy I like and it probably doesn't help that I've never told anyone about what happened. I just don't see the point.
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I hope everyone who read this enjoyed the first two chapters. Leave some feedback and tell me what you think!