Wonder Why I'm Still Here
Chapter One- Oh Fragile Flame, No One Sees the Same
~Miranda~ So this is it. This is the last I'll ever see any of these people again in my life. Sounds good, right? No more snobs, know-it-alls, and worst of all, jocks. No more of them because I'm getting involved, for once, in my life and putting an end to it all, all the drama.
I wonder if any of them will care or even notice. Why should I even care? They don't care about me and never have. But, still, none of them will care. They'll probably outcast my friends like it's a disease or something and then be like 'oh-well' she was a dead-end anyway with no future. No use crying over spilled milk, right? Especially if it's already spoiled.
"Randa" My best friend Gordo said, calling out his "special" name for me.
"Gordo." I replied as always.
"So, are you going to meet us at the movies tonight?" He asked cheerfully, his light brown eyes shining.
"Nope. I have homework." I lied. If he knew my real plans, he'd kill me . so to speak.
"How do you know you have homework? Second period is just starting." He retorted as we walked into Spanish IV Honors, together.
"I didn't skip first period, that's how."
"Yeah right. Like you'd have the guts to skip." He whispered, calling me out.
"I've skipped before."
"Field trips don't count."
"Uh." I grunted as I saw Kate and Ethan kissing, again. "That's like the nine hundredth time this year. You'd think they'd get tired of seeing each other."
"You're just jealous."
"Are you saying I'm not right?" I asked ignoring his comment. I had had enough "relationships" during Jr. high and Summer Camp.
"No. You're right, but you're still jealous."
"Don't start with me Lizzie." I said as she walked In and he rushed to greet her. 'So much for having a best friend always by your side, right?' I thought as I sat down and Mrs. Gomez began to teach, or at least what she called teaching.
(A/N: This is actually the end of chapter one, but I will be giving a sneak peak of what's to come in the story. review! -NL)
To Come..
"So you'll meet us there then?" Erik-Michael asked me, over the phone as I began to think about the assembly we had today. Did I know anyone who had those symptoms? "Jacob."
"Yeah, I'll be there . but I might be a little late. I've got stuff to do." I told him as the conversation ended and we both hung up.
I know . Miranda had those symptoms, exactly, I thought, as I stopped looking at one of my old photo albums from Junior High. She use to be so happy, bright, and popular . everything she isn't now. And I use to be the opposite that I am now, otherwise I would've killed myself . I hope to God that's not what she's planning to do . she did say that she had plans after all.
I took my car keys and walked to the door of my car, but decided against it. The Sandy Mountains, were just a few minutes from here . a ten minute walk or less. She probably wouldn't be here, but it's still worth a try.
~Miranda~
The Sandy Mountains . my place to feel safe, to be alone. No one ever goes there anymore, and if they do, I chase them away with one glance. That's the way it is when everyone around you has a small mind.
'The only thing I'll miss about this place is this place' .
Chapter One- Oh Fragile Flame, No One Sees the Same
~Miranda~ So this is it. This is the last I'll ever see any of these people again in my life. Sounds good, right? No more snobs, know-it-alls, and worst of all, jocks. No more of them because I'm getting involved, for once, in my life and putting an end to it all, all the drama.
I wonder if any of them will care or even notice. Why should I even care? They don't care about me and never have. But, still, none of them will care. They'll probably outcast my friends like it's a disease or something and then be like 'oh-well' she was a dead-end anyway with no future. No use crying over spilled milk, right? Especially if it's already spoiled.
"Randa" My best friend Gordo said, calling out his "special" name for me.
"Gordo." I replied as always.
"So, are you going to meet us at the movies tonight?" He asked cheerfully, his light brown eyes shining.
"Nope. I have homework." I lied. If he knew my real plans, he'd kill me . so to speak.
"How do you know you have homework? Second period is just starting." He retorted as we walked into Spanish IV Honors, together.
"I didn't skip first period, that's how."
"Yeah right. Like you'd have the guts to skip." He whispered, calling me out.
"I've skipped before."
"Field trips don't count."
"Uh." I grunted as I saw Kate and Ethan kissing, again. "That's like the nine hundredth time this year. You'd think they'd get tired of seeing each other."
"You're just jealous."
"Are you saying I'm not right?" I asked ignoring his comment. I had had enough "relationships" during Jr. high and Summer Camp.
"No. You're right, but you're still jealous."
"Don't start with me Lizzie." I said as she walked In and he rushed to greet her. 'So much for having a best friend always by your side, right?' I thought as I sat down and Mrs. Gomez began to teach, or at least what she called teaching.
(A/N: This is actually the end of chapter one, but I will be giving a sneak peak of what's to come in the story. review! -NL)
To Come..
"So you'll meet us there then?" Erik-Michael asked me, over the phone as I began to think about the assembly we had today. Did I know anyone who had those symptoms? "Jacob."
"Yeah, I'll be there . but I might be a little late. I've got stuff to do." I told him as the conversation ended and we both hung up.
I know . Miranda had those symptoms, exactly, I thought, as I stopped looking at one of my old photo albums from Junior High. She use to be so happy, bright, and popular . everything she isn't now. And I use to be the opposite that I am now, otherwise I would've killed myself . I hope to God that's not what she's planning to do . she did say that she had plans after all.
I took my car keys and walked to the door of my car, but decided against it. The Sandy Mountains, were just a few minutes from here . a ten minute walk or less. She probably wouldn't be here, but it's still worth a try.
~Miranda~
The Sandy Mountains . my place to feel safe, to be alone. No one ever goes there anymore, and if they do, I chase them away with one glance. That's the way it is when everyone around you has a small mind.
'The only thing I'll miss about this place is this place' .