Chapter One: Volleyball

 

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be different. She had her whole life planned out to the detail and everything. But that's not the story. Nope. Instead, this is what happens when you get a little more than you wished for. And it all started with a simple, less- than- average girl, some really bad timing, and- well. I'll let you figure it out

And so the story goes....

Chapter 1- Volleyball

 

 Sometimes that light at the end of the tunnel is really a train. -t-shirt

       " Point!" the shrilly voice of my P.E coach, Mrs. Everdeen, shouted over the victory screams of the opposing team and the oh-so-familiar groans of my own, blowing her whistle.

         I stared at my hands in red-faced embarrassment: the score was 0 to 26 with us on the losing side. Why, some of you may be asking, and the answer's an obvious one my friends: Amy Summers. That's me by the way. The socially awkward, complete klutz, oblivious dork- I could go on all day but I'm sure you get the point.

          My face reddened even more when one of the girl's from my team handed me the ball before backing away a good five feet or so. Not that I blamed her.

          I took a deep breathed and readied myself to aim the ball over the net where it would no doubt imprint itself on one of my classmate's faces when I heard the sweetest of sounds: the bell. I dropped the ball as if it had burned me and practically ran out of the gym and towards the girl's locker rooms, ignoring the snickers of my classmates and I raced by.

          Of course, being me, I couldn't help but trip along the way, much to the everlasting amusement of my classmates.

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          A sigh of relief escaped me when I found I was the first one in the locker rooms. I quickly made my way to my locker, spun the dial, and popped the lock. I grabbed my shirt, jeans, and converse before replacing the lock and heading off to the changing rooms. On my way I passed by Honey, Felencia, and Carla.

           Felencia was laughing at something Honey had said as she flipped her hair into a ponytail, Honey was slipping on a pair of gorgeous pair of black ankle-boots, and Carla as always was off in her own little world. It was Felencia who saw me first and smirked.

Honey looked up, annoyed at whatever had occupied her best friend's attention, and seeing me rolled her eyes. Felencia snickered. Carla ignored us.

          I flushed beet-red and kept walking.

          Ever since freshman year, when the entire student body of Greymont High found out I wore "little girl undies" instead of the ever-so popular red lace or black thong, I committed myself to the changing stalls.  These days the only people who use the stalls are Samantha "Cabbage Patch Sam" Osborne (her underwear was still decorated with unicorns and rainbows despite the fact she was now legally considered an adult), Danielle "Dan the Man" Christe ( who has no figure. At all.),  Claire "the Whale" Thomas (whose nickname speaks for itself), and me.

          Honey Diamond- aka: " Honey Bunny" was the " It" girl of Greymont High. She was the meanest, richest, hottest, and most popular student who also happened to be- stereotypically- the varsity cheer-caption, Senior Class President, and the sole daughter of Guy Diamond and Diamond Industries.

            Honey's best friend, Felencia Hunters, has been Honey's partner in crime since the Diaper Days.  If  Honey is the " It " Girl of Greymont High, then Felencia is" Mean" Girl of Greymont High. As the Vice President of Student Council, cheerleader, and total teacher kiss-a*s, Felencia held some hefty influence of the school's major workings, decisions, and, unfortunately for us, the school's student population.....Which she wielded like the Wicked Witch of the West..

          Carla O'Hera on the other hand was the two's complete opposite: sweet, nice, shy, and total goodie-girl. She's also a cheerleader, President of the Key club, and a steady volunteer at Kiddie Club Animal Shelter. Word to the wise, out of the three, stick to Carla.( She doesn't Facebook semi-nude locker room pictures.)

          On the way past I passed by the ever-so crowded mirrors, catching a glimpse of my self: My muddy brown hair was coming lose from it's sloppily made pony-tail, my cheeks were flushed- Anger? Embarrassment? Probably the later- against my olive-toned skin, my dull brown eyes wide.

          Ugh.

          Compared to the blonde hair- blue eyed- long, tan legged Honey who screamed undeserved perfection, the wild mane of black haired, tan skinned, pouty-lipped Felencia who was a Megan Fox look-alike, and the sweet-faced, perfect almond haired, slim and perfect Carla, I looked like a troll.

          I tried not to think about that as I changed. It was too depressing- even if it was the truth.

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          " Joy, Satan's not home." I muttered sarcastically as I unlocked the front door, noticing the missing dark blue Sedan and the lack of screaming children. No Stan = No brothers. Stan, by the way, is the step- loser/ every other name in the book my mother married thirteen years ago...Thirteen long years ago, might I add.

          Thirteen years to add five more kids to our already full house. Well, it seems empty to me because Ben and Luke don't get out for another hour and a half- wait. No, Benjamin's spending the night at his friends house, Luke's going to baseball camp, the twins, Tommy and Sammy, as staying with Aunt Zelda, and Isaac's with step-loser....

Which means I have the house- I glanced at my watch as I climbed the stairs- until Daniel gets out of his baseball practice in an hour and a half.

          I shuffled from the stairs over to my bedroom door and wearily opened it.Immediately I was attacked by a medium-size reddish-gold ball of fur. I giggled as it clung to my leg, whimpering pitifully in it's attempt to hug me to death. I tossed my backpack over in the general direction of my desk before reaching down and snatching up the bundle of fur, carrying it over to my bed. I plopped down onto the comforter with a yawn, pulling the blankets over us, and kicked off my shoes.

          Then, cuddling up with my little cocker spaniel who, unfortunately, decided to promptly give me a nice smooch on the cheek, praying not to dream of evil cheerleaders chasing my down the hallways before falling into unconsciousness.

          With my luck, of course I did.

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          I woke to the sound of scratching.

          I groaned and rolled over, burrowing my head into my pillow in a vain attempt to block out the noise. The noise paused at the movement  before continuing when I didn't get up.

          This was so not happening. I felt like I'd been asleep for half a second.. Maybe if I went back to bed, I reasoned sleepily, she'll stop.

          ...Then the scratching turned into a whine and, when she realized that wasn't going anywhere, that turned into a bark.

          I rolled back over "Cocoa!" I hissed into the darkness.

           A small whimper.. Knowing that if I continued to ignore her pitiful pleas, she'd no doubt retaliate with a nice surprise on my carpet or my bed, I pushed off the blankets and sat up. Mumbling about inconsiderate dogs and their unstable bladders, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I happened to glance at the alarm clock and nearly swore. That little-! It was 3:30 in the morning! I had to go to school in four flippin' hours!

          Scowling at the squirming shape in the corner, I shoved on my previously discarded shoes and stood up. The room spun in the darkness for a minute before righting itself naturally. I went over to the desk and rummaged around the disheveled papers and discarded notebooks before finding what I was looking for: a pretty pink studded leash that matched my dogs collar. Sulking over to the door I managed to slip the leash through the little loop on the collar of a squirming cocker spaniel. And, with one last mournful look at my unruly bed, we were off.

          I closed the door quietly behind me and quickly crossed the hall, jogging quietly down the stairs. With Cocoa tugging impatiently at the leash, we made our way through the seemingly vacant house. These nightly walks were a simple but annoying routine for Cocoa and I; she wakes me up, I , usually, get dressed if I'm not all ready, and we circle the block of mini mansions, waiting for Cocoa to mark some poor rich ladies rose bushes. 

Even so I was not prepared for the rush of cool August wind that hit me when I opened the front door. Cocoa, as usual, yipped happily in her fur coat. I on the other hand pulled at the collar of my sweater and shivered once before continuing.

          Unsurprisingly, the street was empty and barren. We passed by our neighbor's beautiful little yard and, thank God, Cocoa didn't take a squat. Mrs. Spence was getting susptious about the little suprises on her proundly maintained feild of neatly trimmed grass and I was pretty sure she didn't by my little "stories" and excuses about my "perfect little pouch who  would never do such a disturbing thing". Yeah. Right. Sure enough I saw their curtain swish suspitiously as we passed by, a narrowed eyed face barely peeking out. I pretended not to notice and was relieved when we continued on our way. 

          I was tired of the slow, leisurely pace we were taking because if we went any slower I'd either (a.) fall back to sleep on this dirty but still new looking sidewalk and most likely get run over or (b.) be late for school which starts in a few hours. So I started to jog at a semi slower place to wake me up before I   We went our usual way, the same way I take to school, before turning right, heading off my morning trail. It was quiet and cool- but in a very peaceful, relaxing, freeze-your-butt-off kinda way. In other words not my ideal time off day.

          We stayed along the edge of the road, in the grass because the sidewalk stopped a couple feet out of the community. But that was fine. It was softer and less tuff on the rich soil- easier tread. Occasionally a car or two would pass us by, illuminating us, but otherwise it was just  like every other morning ;me and a much too hyper cocker spaniel out for a walk at three AM. Ugh.

          Just as I was rounding the ever-so-familiar corner that would lead us right back home, the unmistakable flssh of headlights caught my shadow and my ears picked up a strange sound. Almost like...something was coming at me. Fast. I looked up just in time to see a flash of green before my world exploded.

          Fire.Pain.God it hurt so bad. And the darkness. Since when was the world so dark? I struggled to lift the blackness from me then stopped at the sound of someone's screams.

          Gosh, I wondered faintly, Is that me? Oh. Ow. Pain arched down my body and I nearly surrendered to the shivering darkness, waiting for my surrender.

          No. You can do this. And something happened that I will never forget and possibly question myself my entire life: I thought about Stan. Ew-I know.

          "Get up you lazy child! " He snarled in my ear. " Ugh. Just like your father. Pathetic. Any of my sons could do better than you, girl." He sneered, his face vivid it was surprisingly disgusting. Man, I wished my memory wasn't that good. I mean just look at that shirt. No taste- Okay Enough ranting. But amazingly, Stan's words angered me, empowering me to lift the veil and....

          Scream. Oh. My. God. It hurt, it hurt, ithurtithurteverythinghurtowowowowthepainsobad- Fire. It was everywhere. I couldn't see it but I just knew. And a noise-whimpering. Was someone besides me hurt? Oh god just make it stop and I promise not to fail my retched Geometry test, please. Something near me screeched and somewhere a horn blared. Darkness. I begged. Just make it stop... And this time,  when the darkness came, I surrendered.

 

Author's Note

Hey thanks for checking this out and let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Diasha]

I usually don't like the who high school scene but I LOVED THIS!
I wanna know what happens next XD
You really portray the character well. I like all the attitude she shows throughout the story. I can completely relate with the volleyball part XD (it's not my sport).
Keep up the good work ★

[skyelight]

thanks :) I'll update more as soon as I can
Glad you liked it!

[Diasha]

YAY (^^)/
I can't wait to read it :3

[Horizon K.]

Interesting start. The characters are well layed out and interesting, and the conflicts that are about to happen between them are apparent. I cant tell where the story is headed from here though, but curious to find out, I can only guess it will have to do with these three girls, and the torment they plan for Amy.
Quite a few typos though...

[skyelight]

Yeah I know. I uploaded the unedited version and didn''t check. I'll fix it right now :)

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

Heya, so I really like this, but there is a small little grammatical error at the beginning when you use the word 'shrilly'. It'd be shrill. Anyways, this is a really great write and I like the storyline so far. Cant wait to read more :)

[skyelight]

Thanks! If you liked this though I recommend the edited version lol

[Lucy Morningstar ♥]

will give it a read :)

[skyelight]

Just fixed it!( It'll give you an idea as to what it's about at the bottom)
ttyl!