~Chapter 1~A Chapter by GlamGirlNaNoWriMo 2011~ “April!” someone yelled, grabbing the thick book out of her
hands. “Britt, not now,” said April, reaching for her poetry book. “Now.” “What do you want?” Brittany glared at April. She walked around her, and put her
hands on her shoulders. “You know what would be great?” “I’m not doing your math homework for you again,” April
grumbled, and started to head to her first period class. Brittany quickly
pushed her back down. The lobby was full of half-asleep students ready for another
grueling day at high school. April sat on a bench, completely absorbed in
writing in her poetry book. This was how she spent her mornings, when she
wasn’t hanging out with the clique. “I’ll go ask the twins then… Meet us in the cafeteria before
you go to your first class,” said Brittany. “Sure.” “And by the way, your shirt is wrinkled.” Brittany left the lobby with a trail of kids following her.
April shook her head, and picked up her book from the floor. When she got to the cafeteria, Brittany already had the
twins busy with her geometry textbook. “Hey guys,” April announced as she walked into the room. The twins, Phoebe and Serena, didn’t even look up from
Brittany’s textbook. Today they were wearing matching dresses, with their damp,
brown hair pulled into high ponytails. “They’re a bit dis-discom- oh, what’s that word?” “Discombobulated,” said Phoebe. “Thank you. They’re a bit discombobulated today, because
Serena is grounded and isn’t allowed to sleep at Phoebe’s house for a whole
week,” said Brittany. As if on cue, Serena let out a loud sniffling noise. This
prompted Phoebe to fling herself on top on Serena and start sobbing. “Geez, come on you two!” said April, “It’ll be good for you.
Isn’t it annoying to have someone constantly with you? That would suck. Right?” Phoebe and Serena looked up at her, tightly clutched in each
other’s arms. April rolled her eyes. “Speaking of having someone with you all the time, Brittany,
where’s David?” “David?” said Brittany, a look of confusion in her eyes. “Your boyfriend?!” “Oh yeah. He has math club in the morning before school
starts. Nerd…” Brittany returned her attention to what the twins were trying
to teach her. She could not care less about her relationships. Most of them
were just for popularity. “Well, I’m heading
off to gym, I’ll see you guys later.” “Okay! Love you April!” said Phoebe and Serena in unison. “Love you too!” April yelled, already halfway down the
hallway. “What are we going to do with her, girls?” Brittany said
sarcastically. The twins giggled, and continued with her homework. The
paper was full of smudges and erase marks from their giggly behavior. “Britt, you know you’re gonna fail this test,” said Phoebe. “Yeah, I know. No biggie. It will only bring my average down
a few points. And I’m not anywhere near failing this quarter, so I should be
good.” “Okay, whatever you say. You should be a bit more concerned
about your grades though,” said Serena. “Don’t tell me what to do!” she snapped, “I bet you fail at all
your classes, stupid.” Serena ignored this remark, as if this happened every day.
It did. They continued working in silence, until the bell rang. In the hallway, Brittany found David and they quickly linked
arms. They always did this, with Brittany marching him around the school like a
new puppy. After their morning classes, the clique reunited in the
lunchroom. “Oh my god, you should have heard what Ben said to Dahlia in
geometry!” April raved, walking into the
lunchroom with the twins. “Ooh, what?!” said Phoebe. “He said-” Brittany walked into the scene, dragging poor David behind
her. “Hmm? Who said what? Speak up, honey,” she purred. “Nothing. I was just
talking to the twins,” said April. “Of course.” They quickly found a spot to sit, because who did not want
to sit with them? The cafeteria was small, and everyone was packed together. The
food was not great, but that didn’t matter when you were the most popular kids
in the school. Some kind soul would sacrifice the cookie their mom made them to
be on the clique’s good side for the day. April noticed a boy sitting in the corner of the room by
himself, listening to his iPod. “I’m going to go sit with someone else for the rest of
lunch. Bye for now!” April said. She walked over to the other side of the lunch room,
throwing away her cardboard lunch tray in the process. “Chance!” she called out, pulling up a chair at the table he
was sitting at. He looked up from his empty tray, eyes thickly outlined with
eyeliner. His face briefly lit up at the sight of her. “Oh, hi April.” “How are you?” she asked, pulling out her own iPod. He shrugged, and shook his iPod to change the track. His shaggy, black hair had a newly added neon green streak in it. He was wearing a
slightly dirty My Chemical Romance shirt, with his usual skinny jeans. “So, whatcha listening too?” she said, trying to start an
impossible conversation. He flashed April his iPod screen: The Sharpest Lives by My
Chemical Romance. He had been listening to that song a lot lately. “Cool. I’m listening to some Lady Gaga song.” He slowly nodded, his gaze never leaving his lunch tray. “Any good gossip lately?” she asked. Chance was the local gossiper. Yeah, I bet you did not guess
that either. He was a pro at staying undercover. People sometimes even paid him to hear their secrets. Everyone
trusted him. “Actually, yes.” “Ooh, who?” “No one in general, but there’s been a rumor going around that there’s a new boy coming in the next few days,” he said. “Does Brittany know?” said April, already knowing the answer
was ‘yes’. “Of course she does! I’m surprised she hadn’t told you yet,” “She probably wanted to keep him all to herself,” April
laughed. Chance smiled, and started picking at an old blink-182 sticker on the
back of his iPod. “Well, she’s probably wondering where I am. See ya later
Chance!” “Bye.” April made her way across the lunch room again, tripping
over several backpacks. “April! Over here!” yelled Brittany. “Hi,” she said. “Hanging out with the emo kid again?” Brittany asked,
sticking her tongue out at Chance. “Hey, be nice.” “Just don’t hang out with him too much. You’ll ruin
yourself.” “Whatever. By the way, what do you think about the new boy
who’s coming soon?” Suddenly, April had the whole table’s attention. “What new boy?!” said Phoebe and Serena. “Haven’t you heard?” said Brittany. “Obviously not,” David mumbled, receiving a sharp elbow from
Brittany. “Shut up, no one asked you.” Maybe it was not the best idea that Brittany knew about the
new boy coming. She would probably just treat him like any other boy she has
ever gotten her hands on. That would be a
great welcome to school, April thought,
being instantly claimed by the most popular, bossy girl in the whole high
school. As if she could read minds, Brittany shot April a dirty
look. The group was soon saved by the bell. After school, April met up with Chance again. Making sure that Brittany couldn’t see her, she joined
Chance at his locker. “Hey Chance, do you have any more information about the new
kid?” “Umm…” he paused while finishing his locker combination, “No. I’ve just heard stuff from people.” “Okay. Thanks,” said April, “Have a good afternoon.” “Mmhmm.” April walked outside, just in time to catch her bus before
it left. Phoebe and Serena also took the same bus as her. “Wait up!” she called to them, slipping in just before the
bus driver closed the doors. “Whoa, April! Almost missed the bus again sweetie! Stop
talking to all of your little friends!” said Andy, their bus driver. April laughed, and took her regular seat in the very back of
the bus. “So, are you excited for the new boy or what?!” Serena
squealed when she sat down. “Duh! I’m sick of all of these gross high school boys
already. I need some new material!” April said, laughing. “I bet Brittany is double excited!” said Phoebe. “Triple excited!” “Quadruple excited!” The girls doubled over from laughing. “Girls in the back!” Andy yelled, smiling. “Sorry Andy!” they replied in chorus. The bus soon arrived at Phoebe’s house, then April’s, and
finally Serena’s. When April got home, she dumped her stuff in the living
room, and ran into the kitchen to see what her mom was making for dinner. “Mom! I’m home!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the
hallway. “I’m upstairs honey, help yourself to the chips and salsa on
the table!” “Okay, thanks mom!” On the sparkling granite table, there was a small plate of
chips with a bowl of homemade salsa. Digging into her favorite treat, April
thought about the new boy that was coming to school. Was he going to be cute?
They needed some new cute boys. April knew in her heart that she would stand no chance
against Brittany to get this boy. Why was she even thinking about it? Grabbing
an apple, she went up to her room to ponder the matter. Her bedroom was your average teen bedroom. Walls painted
soft pastel colors, covered from floor to ceiling with posters. Shelves of
books also lined the walls, April’s secret pastime. If Brittany or the twins knew about her
obsession with books, she would be rejected from the clique immediately. They
only knew about her poetry book, but none of them had actually read it. April’s poetry book was her life within a nutshell.
Everything that she felt went into a poem. She wrote poems about her dreams,
and about basically anything you could ever think of. She was a writer at
heart. If only everyone would see that in her. Feeling disheartened, she grabbed her hot pink laptop off of
her desk and brought it over to her bed. She quickly turned it on, and
dismissed all of the messages from school about extra credit and homework. She
typed her username and password into her email with lightning fast muscle
memory. It was taking an unusually long time to load. A message popped up on her screen: WARNING " 5217 New
Messages. “What the heck…?!” April exclaimed, and quickly looked to
see who had messaged her so many times. They were all from Brittany. ~ © 2011 GlamGirlAuthor's Note
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