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Hi, my name is Ron
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 | A Little Less Everything -1- |
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 5 with 5 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-06-05 15:34:46 |
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*sigh* I don't want to write this. I sucks. No proofreading or anything so eh. I don't even want to explain this. What sucks more is it's gonna take me ten minutes to 'censor' this. *sigh/blames Tamika*
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Chapter One ~ Storm
“I can't believe she said that to you,” Tonya cackled into her best friends ear as they stumbled across the beach. It was dark and the smell of seawater wafted up their noses, taking away their nausea and replacing it with a sense of immortality.
“She's a b[i]tch,” Maya giggled back.
The two of them laughed as if that had been the funniest thing they had ever heard. They continued on their drunken path down the beach without noticing the shadows surrounding them that had been cast by the last remainders of the glowing embers of the bonfire.
Their laughter carried off with the wind and the two girls sitting at the top of the hill overlooking the beach couldn't help but spit where the other girls had been seconds before.
“I don't think they know the meaning of 'b[i]tch',” Becka muttered nonchalantly.
Her long black hair clung to her face in moist clumps before being slapped backwards by the intense wind.
Her friend Tami ignored all her murmuring and dismissed it as useless jealousy. Becka was petty, and Tami didn't care at that moment. Not moving from her spot on the damp grass, she lifted her bottle of poison to her lips, taking a long swig off vodka.
“You sure that's ok?” Becka asked suddenly concerned on her friend's well-being.
Tami glared at her coldly before wiping her running nose with the back of her hand. She quickly pulled her hoodie's sleeves past her fingertips to hide her scars, the daily reminders of her messiness in a moment of a scary amount of self-hatred.
“My mom's a drunk. Don't pity me,” she muttered, trying to keep her words from slurring.
“I didn't say I pitied you, ass hole,” Becka muttered in response, “I'm worried.”
Tami stood swiftly and stumbled forward before spinning on her heels, back to the wind blowing heavily upon them now. The bottle hurt her hands as her fist enclosed around it.
“Don't worry,” she said a little too happy, “Be happy!”
She burst into a fit of giggles before leaning back on the wind. Her body suspended by nothing more than air, her lifeline. Her harness. Until Becka grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the safety of land again.
Still laughing, Tami threw her head back until the remainder of the alcohol had disappeared. Shrugging it off, she tossed the bottle as hard as she could and smiled satisfactorily when they both heard it smash into a thousand sharp pieces above the roaring of the ocean and its massive waves.
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“I can't believe you played her,” Adam snickered above the engine's steady rumbling. A streak of lightening hung in the sky two seconds too long.
Chad smiled back in satisfaction over his newly discovered mackitude.
“And that emo chick of all people? D[a]mn.. You're good man, way too good.”
Chad laughed to himself before smiling over his shoulder at the two girls in the back seat. They stared at him in total awe. He had that effect.
“So,” he asked in his slouched position behind the steering wheel. “Where're you two pretty lil things headed?”
The brunette turned to the obviously younger but more developed blonde before smirking to herself, “Mt. Vernon.”
“Cute,” Adam muttered sarcastically.
Chad laughed again. “You mean Mt. Verdan? Up by Rigley's, right? You guys are new, aren't cha?”
“Do you know how to say a sentence that doesn't end in a question mark?” the brunette snapped, waiting for him to take the bait.
“Ron!” the blonde cried loudly. She smiled as if to apologize for her friend before asking shyly, “Is it obvious?”
“If Richo was a little larger, probably not,” Adam pointed out a little too matter-of-factly while he dissed the small town.
“But it is, so you just know these things,” the brunette, Ron, mumbled to herself.
The blonde jabbed her with her elbow - hard.
She grunted in response before shooting her a look. The other girl turned away bashfully.
“You two sisters?”
“Explain to me why we're riding with strangers, April," Ron grumbled angrily while sliding down into her seat. It smelled like fried chicken and guy sweat. Plus the sickly sweat aroma of perfume or hair spray. She couldn't tell the difference anymore.
April ignored her and smiled at the back of Adam's head which was close to sticking out the window, “Yep. Moved here from Jersey.”
“I don't believe it,” Chad hooted. “We got us a couple of Jersey girls!” Adam smirked in approval. April laughed nervously before allowing herself to completely tune her sister out.
“Pigs," Ron muttered in forced hatred.
She didn't really hate anyone. She just couldn't stand the thought of liking anyone here. She had left everything she had ever known and loved back all the way across the country. Was she supposed to start over now and pretend that her old friends had meant nothing?
Before she knew it, the familiar tree of her neighbors house had passed her. They were 'home'. April was laughing with the boys and looking completely comfortable. Why not? She hadn't locked herself in her room for half a week when her parents announced the move. She hadn't spent every waking second mourning over the loss of friendships that felt like they had taken a lifetime to mold. She wouldn't wake up each morning pinning over the lost of her first love, a guy so perfect it ached to think about him.
April was pretty. And young. Without a care in the world. So what if she had been uprooted?
It got her out of that place where she had recently finished the horrors of puberty. Where the guys teased and the girls stayed mean. The place where everyone knew her embarrassing stories and disgusting habits. The rumors and the lies.
She had a new start. In a place where she was the beautiful girl from a land no one knew. She could be popular. She was already attracting the star quarterback and his wingman, the lead pitcher of JV baseball. So what if they were jocks?
April actually like the conceited type.
The truck stopped a few feet from the outskirts of the big farmhouse. It was a gift their mother had inherited from some great aunt she knew nothing about. It was beautiful and the scenery made it all the more majestic.
The engine's sudden silence had an eerie feeling to it. Nothing but the sound of the wind blowing shrilly and the threat of sudden rain surrounded them. The boys turned to the two of them expectantly.
“Well,” Ron said slipping through the tiny space Adam had given her to get out of the truck. “Thanks for the ride,” thoughts of them knowing where she slept made her skin crawl, “See ya around.”
She faked a smile and starred at her sister. When it became obvious that she wasn't going to move without a d[a]mn good reason, Ron sighed to herself loudly.
“I'll tell Mom and Dad you're with Lexa.”
April smiled hugely, even though she hated their sixteen year old, air-headed neighbor more than Ron if that was possible.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” April shrieked quietly. “I owe you. Whatever you want. Whenever you want. I promise. My clothes, my homework, my souuuul!”
'They aren't that cute,' Ron thought even though she had already began making a list of all the things she could rip off of her younger sister.
The guys drove away as swiftly as they had came. The clouds overhead began to darken and cover the half full moon. Immediately dreading letting her little sister go off with two strangers, h[o]rny teenage boys for that matter, she turned to the direction of the new old house. Halfway there, the clouds began to rain down with no merciful.
The dread turned into fear. |
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