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CHAPTER 1:
Pacey narrowed his eyes as he looked over the lake. Holding his hand above his eyes because the sun was still shining into it he watched the expensive boats sail by. He wished deeply he could one day afford such an amazing thing and sail far far away from Capeside. Away from his family that was constantly bitching on him and his teachers that rather saw him go than come anyway.
He sighed heavily as his thoughts drifted of to what happened earlier that morning. After that event he was sure of it. He somehow had to get the money to sail away from this awful place. He gave the boats one more look and finally turned around. Pacey shoved his hands in his pockets as he slandered further alongside the shore.
Walking further, lost in his thoughts he suddenly heard a sneering voice coming closer by. "Isn't someone supposed to be at school?", it asked disparaging.
"Is someone send by dad again to spy on his brother", Pacey said in return, without looking up. He slandered on until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped and stared at the distance, slowly making meaningless figures in the sand with the top of his sneakers. "What do you want Doug?", he asked annoyed after an awkward silence.
"Nothing but the best for my little brother of course", Doug said sarcastic. "Go to school Pacey."
"Nope", Paced answered as he turned around and gave his brother a quick look.
"I'll bring you myself if I have to, you know that. And if I remember correctly someone was complaining the last time that being delivered to school in a police car, if he wasn't driving himself, was not good for his reputation. Not that you have a good one anyway, but all the same", Doug went on.
"I am not going back there", Pacey repeated raising his voice. "It's no use I never learn something anyway. After all I am the stupid one in the family right?" He was yelling now as furiously moved his hands while talking. "Dad says it, you say it and guess what; today it finally came to me that it is true." He stopped talking and waited for another sneering comment of his brother as usually, but this time none came.
"Go to school Pacey", Doug repeated softly. "You never learn something if you don't go there. Besides what else did you had in mind? Walking past the shore all day?" He shook his head when he continued. "That might get you through the day now, but what next? Tomorrow? Next week? You can't do anything if you drop out of school, trust me."
"I'll get a job", Pacey said stubborn as he turned around and continued his walk passed the shore.
"Ow c'mon you're fourteen years-old, for crying out loud. Do you think you actually get a decent paying job somewhere? As a high school drop out?", Doug lectured him as he followed Pacey with firm passes. He sighed and realised he once more had to stop his little brother from doing something stupid. "Stop dreaming", he snapped at him before he roughly grabbed Pacey's arm and dragged him to his car.
Pacey protested and tried to free his arm, but unfortunately for him his brother wasn't only older but at this point also stronger than him. Even though Pacey did his best to stay on the spot he just stood Doug could easily tug him along, Pacey's uncooperative feet making a long trail in the sand. From the place Pacey wanted to stay so dearly all the way up to the car that was parked at the end of the sand path.
He was softly pushed in the car and before he could even think of getting out of it and running away they were already driving in the direction of his school. The place Pacey had been running away from this morning in the first place. He crossed his arms and mumbled some unintelligible stuff while seeing the freedom of the lake quickly making place for the too familiar streets near school.
When Doug parked the car he motioned Pacey to step out and told him one more time he really had to go to school. "Fine", Pacey grumbled as he stepped out of the car and threw his arms in the air of frustration. Outside he waited for Doug to pull up and drive away so he could go his own way again, but Doug didn't make any move of leaving him already. "What are you waiting for?", Pacey asked.
"I am gonna sit here nice and tight and watch you actually go into the building", Doug answered as he put his sunglasses better on his nose.
"So what now you don't trust me either? Geez", Pacey said annoyed.
"I know you bro, that has got nothing to do with trust."
"Whatever", Pacey simply replied as he put his hands in his pockets again and shuffled to the entry of the place to him also known as hell. He slowly made his way up the stairs and almost unnoticeable peeked over his shoulder. Doug was still there. Waiting in his car following Pacey every move. With a big sigh Pacey took one of his hands out of his pocket and pushed the door open.
He stepped inside and when the door closed behind him he heard the engine of Doug's car and him driving away. He stared through the long empty hallways wondering how to make his way out as fast as possible. But before even having the chance of turning around he heard the rasping voice of the principal echoing through the hallways.
"Mister Witter. Just the person I was looking for", he said as he walked closer.
"Mister principal", Pacey answered with his most charming smile. "Just the person I was looking for too." When the principal was close enough Pacey casually laid an arm around the men's shoulder. "I am truly sorry for being late sir, but you never believe what happened to me today", he started his story. The principal never bought any of his stories but Pacey thought it was worth the shot and he chattered on giving the principal not one chance to interrupt.
