AN: Hey guys! So, I'm very sorry that this is so late, but I have been crazy busy lately with winter guard starting up. In fact, we had our first competition on Saturday, and we did really well! Also, I know this is really late, but HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope everyone had a great holiday, and I really hope that everyone stayed safe. I also really hope that y'all like this chapter! Thanks for reading! :D (Again) I hope you like it! :D
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Bree's PoV:
I was sixteen.
I was sixteen when I first went to school with Adam, Chase and Leo. And I loved it.
We walked through the doors, and everything suddenly rushed itself at us. Noises, colors, voices, people. Everything. Adam didn't seem to care very much about any of these things. Leo seemed dreadful of all of these things. Chase clutched his ears, seeming to wish that his ears would just adjust already.
But me?
I loved it. I was fascinated, intrigued, even. The colors were beautiful, flashing by with a speed that seemed to challenge mine and leaving as quickly as they had come. Growing up in a lab, most people would assume that all of Mr. Davenport's inventions would provide a plethora of color for me to admire; this was a false assumption. Because when I was young, the lab seemed huge and color-filled. But when I grew up, I realized that it was small and actually rather dull.
But this? These colors?
This was the wonderous plethora of color which I had always craved.
The noise wasn't my favorite, exactly, but it wasn't the worst thing either. Because noise means other life, and having other life is never heard of when you grow up in a lab.
Voices were actually very interesting. Sometimes, people had the type of voice you expected, and sometimes they didn't. Random people yelled at each other from across the hall, some happy and some seemingly angry.
And people. The best thing of all. Tons of people, all with different personalities and fashion statements crowded the halls, throwing footballs to each other or gossiping about who did what and who liked who.
Suddenly, a girl's face appeared very close to mine, startling me out of my thoughts.
"Hi, I'm Caitlyn!" she told me enthusiastically, sticking out a hand for me to shake.
I took her hand and shook as I replied, "Hi, I'm Bree," with a shy smile gracing my features.
"It's nice to meet you! Are these your brothers? Are you guys new to Mission Creek?"
"Um, nice to meet you too, sadly, yes, these are my brothers, and no, we aren't new to Mission Creek. We've lived here all of our lives, it's just that up until now, we were homeschooled," I explained.
"Cool! Well, welcome to Mission Creek! Who's your first class, maybe we have class together!"
And sure enough, we did. In fact, we had a lot of classes together. I was so excited to have a friend, and for a few months, it was great being Caitlyn's best friend. That is, until she decided to hate me.
For some reason unbeknownst to me, Caitlyn started to jab at me, saying rude things to me and about me. I had asked her once why she hated me so much all of a sudden. Weren't we best friends?
But Caitlyn just shrugged and said, "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just trying to be honest. What kind of friend would I be if I weren't honest with you? It's not my fault that you dress like a boy and can't get a date." And then she turned and walked away, leaving me to feel awful.
"Why?" I heard someone say from behind me.
Chase.
"Why what?" I asked him.
"Why do you stay friends with her, even though she treats you like crap? Why do you want someone like that to be your 'friend'?"
"...I don't know. But I can't just abandon her and be completely friendless!"
"Bree, would you stay in an abusive relationship, or stand for it if a guy dared to insult you like that?" Chase questioned me, cocking his head to the side.
"Of course not!"
"Then why stay friends with someone who treats you the exact same way that an abusive boyfriend would treat you?"
And it hit me. I didn't need this. I didn't need a friend who treated me like shit.
So from that point on, I made sure that Caitlyn and I were no longer friends. I decided that until I figured out exactly who I wanted as a friend, the only friends I would need were my brothers.
But that wonderful decision didn't stop it from hurting me when I saw how happy Caitlyn was to stop being my friend.
I was sixteen.
I was sixteen when I lost my first friend.
AN: So, how was it? Good, bad, terrible? Hopefully it lived up to everyone's expectations, and if it didn't, I really am sorry. D: Again, I hope everyone had a great and safe holiday, and I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following, if you do! :D Later! :P