Post by ChasityNicole on Jul 8, 2017 17:50:29 GMT -5
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By Chasity Nicole ©
It was your typical day in Siler City, North Carolina. Everything was quiet, as always for our little over six mile city. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and a gentle breeze blew through the trees. However, this was just the calm before the storm…
●●●●
I awoke to the sound of my alarm screeching, quickly I turned it off and rolled over in bed refusing to start the day. Morning came too early and I wasn’t ready to exist in the world where everything is the same as the day before. No ounce of me was ready to venture out into the mundane world of Siler City, North Carolina, where nothing exciting ever happened.
“Quinn, time to get up honey. It’s time for school,” my mom called from kitchen.
“I feel sick,” I said, faking a cough.
“Quinndolyn Brea, you’re not sick. Now get out of bed and get down here for breakfast.”
“Ugh,” I groaned as I climbed out of bed and examined myself in the mirror. Tired blue eyes stared back at me through messy turquoise hair that framed my pale porcelain face. I looked doll-like and absolutely hated it, which is one of the reasons I dyed my hair turquoise and pierced my lip, nose, and eyebrow. I desperately wanted to not look like a baby doll meant to sit upon someone’s shelf forgotten and collecting dust- I wanted to be noticed by the world.
“Do wear something not black today dear, everyday isn’t a funeral.”
“It is in my soul,” I mumbled walking away from the mirror to stare in my closet full of black clothes.
Truth is I wasn’t always like this, there was one point in my life where I was a girly-girl and happy to wear colors. One night I was out with some friends getting into trouble and a drunk driver came at us hitting us head on. The crash instantly killed my best friend, from that point on, I didn’t feel happy anymore and turned into this morbid hollow shell of a person. We all sort of did.
“You’re such a drama queen,” my sister yelled as she walked by my bedroom.
“Whatever,” I said pulling out a black and red plaid skirt and a black skull t-shirt to match. I slid the skirt on and attached my chains to it before putting on the t-shirt and doing my makeup. Normally, I had a full-face routine but this morning I opted to do some red eyeshadow, black eyeliner and clear lip-gloss. I wasn’t feeling the whole makeup thing this morning and didn’t want to get all done-up for exams. Once my makeup was done I slide my feet into my black sneakers and ran out of my room and down the hall into the kitchen. “Hey.”
“Well, goth girl is up,” my sister said as I gave her the death glare.
“Seriously, I asked you not to wear all black,” my mom said with a sigh as she turned to look at me with a disappointed look.
“I’m not, see there’s some red.”
“I give up. No clue what I did wrong with you.”
“Why is there something wrong with me?” I asked sitting down at the table next to my father who was reading the paper.
“You used to be an angel, and now you’re this…”
“And what’s wrong with this?” I asked staring at the headline of the paper, intrigued by the discovery that some archeologists recently found in our small town.
“Um, it’s hideous?” my sister replied with a gross look on her face.
“Like the way you dress is better? Or the way you act is better? I mean like town slut is a good thing.”
“DAD?!” my sister wailed.
“Don’t talk about your sister that way, you know those were only rumors,” my dad said, never looking up from his paper.
“No, they weren’t, her stupid smirk even says so. Ugh, whatever. I’m going to school,” I said as I stood from the table and walked toward the door.
My mom stared at me with wide eyes and asked, “What about breakfast?”
“I’ll grab something at school. Got to get out of this house full of hypocrites. Lates,” I said as I walked out the door and headed for my purple hotrod.
●●●●
“Hey Quinn, you’re early,” Jace said as I climbed out of my car and walked over to our small group outside the school.
“Same ‘ole crap at home. Mom hates the way I dress, sister is a slutty brat that always gets her way, and dad just don’t care. So, had to bail out early. Why you guys here early?”
“We always get here early, got to harass the babes as the come in for cheer practice. It’s hilarious to see them act frazzled because they don’t know what to do without their jock boyfriends around to protect them,” Cole said with a devilish smirk.
I shook my head as I stared at my two best friends. These boys got me through everything after Willow. Jace was the level headed one, he always thought things through, while Cole grabbed the bull by the horns. They were each other’s yin and yang, just like Willow and me. Jace had blonde and blue eyes and screamed innocence, while Cole had jet black hair and dark brown eyes and oozed major bad boy. And in a normal world, these two probably wouldn’t be friends, but by some unknown force these two were the best of friends and they were my everything.
“What?” Cole asked. “Like you’ve never went some place early to stare at hot dudes.”
“Actually no.”
“Seriously? We need to take you to a game before it starts then so you can stare at the football players before the game. They get so confused.”
“You two, I swear.”
“But you love us,” Jace said with a huge smile.
“You know I do. Hey question.”
“Yea?” the two of them asked in unison.
“Did either of you see the paper this morning?”
Jace nodded and said, “Yeah, the uncovered something in the woods making them believe that the nickname Devils Stomping Ground may be legit.”
“I was thinking we three go check it out after exams?” I said as Cole and Jace gave me a quizzical look.
“Dude look at our girl growing up. I’m rubbing off on her,” Cole said as he put his arm around my waist and the three of us walked into the building.
“It could be a dangerous endeavor though. If the nickname is legit, we don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into,” Jace said in a cautious whisper.
“So what, who cares. Baby girl has an idea. And what baby girl wants, baby girl gets. Ain’t that right?” Cole said with a wink.
I nodded and said, “Last time I checked, Jace you didn’t back out of anything. Are you in or out?”
“Oh, I’m definitely in on this. I’m just saying we have to be careful.”
“Sweet! We’re going to explore the stomping ground! Do we need a sacrifice or somethin’?” Cole asked looking around at the students who were staring at us.
“If we do, I have a few ideas of who we can pluck,” I said with a laugh. “Anyway, meet me back at my car after exams so we can bolt.”
“Course baby girl, wouldn’t miss it for a thing,” Cole said as he kissed my hand and bolted for his class.
“Something going on with you two?” Jace asked with a pained expression.
“Not that I know of,” I said with a confused look wondering if I’d missed something.
“K, see you after school,” he said as he walked off toward his class.
By Chasity Nicole ©
It was your typical day in Siler City, North Carolina. Everything was quiet, as always for our little over six mile city. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and a gentle breeze blew through the trees. However, this was just the calm before the storm…
●●●●
I awoke to the sound of my alarm screeching, quickly I turned it off and rolled over in bed refusing to start the day. Morning came too early and I wasn’t ready to exist in the world where everything is the same as the day before. No ounce of me was ready to venture out into the mundane world of Siler City, North Carolina, where nothing exciting ever happened.
“Quinn, time to get up honey. It’s time for school,” my mom called from kitchen.
“I feel sick,” I said, faking a cough.
“Quinndolyn Brea, you’re not sick. Now get out of bed and get down here for breakfast.”
“Ugh,” I groaned as I climbed out of bed and examined myself in the mirror. Tired blue eyes stared back at me through messy turquoise hair that framed my pale porcelain face. I looked doll-like and absolutely hated it, which is one of the reasons I dyed my hair turquoise and pierced my lip, nose, and eyebrow. I desperately wanted to not look like a baby doll meant to sit upon someone’s shelf forgotten and collecting dust- I wanted to be noticed by the world.
“Do wear something not black today dear, everyday isn’t a funeral.”
“It is in my soul,” I mumbled walking away from the mirror to stare in my closet full of black clothes.
Truth is I wasn’t always like this, there was one point in my life where I was a girly-girl and happy to wear colors. One night I was out with some friends getting into trouble and a drunk driver came at us hitting us head on. The crash instantly killed my best friend, from that point on, I didn’t feel happy anymore and turned into this morbid hollow shell of a person. We all sort of did.
“You’re such a drama queen,” my sister yelled as she walked by my bedroom.
“Whatever,” I said pulling out a black and red plaid skirt and a black skull t-shirt to match. I slid the skirt on and attached my chains to it before putting on the t-shirt and doing my makeup. Normally, I had a full-face routine but this morning I opted to do some red eyeshadow, black eyeliner and clear lip-gloss. I wasn’t feeling the whole makeup thing this morning and didn’t want to get all done-up for exams. Once my makeup was done I slide my feet into my black sneakers and ran out of my room and down the hall into the kitchen. “Hey.”
“Well, goth girl is up,” my sister said as I gave her the death glare.
“Seriously, I asked you not to wear all black,” my mom said with a sigh as she turned to look at me with a disappointed look.
“I’m not, see there’s some red.”
“I give up. No clue what I did wrong with you.”
“Why is there something wrong with me?” I asked sitting down at the table next to my father who was reading the paper.
“You used to be an angel, and now you’re this…”
“And what’s wrong with this?” I asked staring at the headline of the paper, intrigued by the discovery that some archeologists recently found in our small town.
“Um, it’s hideous?” my sister replied with a gross look on her face.
“Like the way you dress is better? Or the way you act is better? I mean like town slut is a good thing.”
“DAD?!” my sister wailed.
“Don’t talk about your sister that way, you know those were only rumors,” my dad said, never looking up from his paper.
“No, they weren’t, her stupid smirk even says so. Ugh, whatever. I’m going to school,” I said as I stood from the table and walked toward the door.
My mom stared at me with wide eyes and asked, “What about breakfast?”
“I’ll grab something at school. Got to get out of this house full of hypocrites. Lates,” I said as I walked out the door and headed for my purple hotrod.
●●●●
“Hey Quinn, you’re early,” Jace said as I climbed out of my car and walked over to our small group outside the school.
“Same ‘ole crap at home. Mom hates the way I dress, sister is a slutty brat that always gets her way, and dad just don’t care. So, had to bail out early. Why you guys here early?”
“We always get here early, got to harass the babes as the come in for cheer practice. It’s hilarious to see them act frazzled because they don’t know what to do without their jock boyfriends around to protect them,” Cole said with a devilish smirk.
I shook my head as I stared at my two best friends. These boys got me through everything after Willow. Jace was the level headed one, he always thought things through, while Cole grabbed the bull by the horns. They were each other’s yin and yang, just like Willow and me. Jace had blonde and blue eyes and screamed innocence, while Cole had jet black hair and dark brown eyes and oozed major bad boy. And in a normal world, these two probably wouldn’t be friends, but by some unknown force these two were the best of friends and they were my everything.
“What?” Cole asked. “Like you’ve never went some place early to stare at hot dudes.”
“Actually no.”
“Seriously? We need to take you to a game before it starts then so you can stare at the football players before the game. They get so confused.”
“You two, I swear.”
“But you love us,” Jace said with a huge smile.
“You know I do. Hey question.”
“Yea?” the two of them asked in unison.
“Did either of you see the paper this morning?”
Jace nodded and said, “Yeah, the uncovered something in the woods making them believe that the nickname Devils Stomping Ground may be legit.”
“I was thinking we three go check it out after exams?” I said as Cole and Jace gave me a quizzical look.
“Dude look at our girl growing up. I’m rubbing off on her,” Cole said as he put his arm around my waist and the three of us walked into the building.
“It could be a dangerous endeavor though. If the nickname is legit, we don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into,” Jace said in a cautious whisper.
“So what, who cares. Baby girl has an idea. And what baby girl wants, baby girl gets. Ain’t that right?” Cole said with a wink.
I nodded and said, “Last time I checked, Jace you didn’t back out of anything. Are you in or out?”
“Oh, I’m definitely in on this. I’m just saying we have to be careful.”
“Sweet! We’re going to explore the stomping ground! Do we need a sacrifice or somethin’?” Cole asked looking around at the students who were staring at us.
“If we do, I have a few ideas of who we can pluck,” I said with a laugh. “Anyway, meet me back at my car after exams so we can bolt.”
“Course baby girl, wouldn’t miss it for a thing,” Cole said as he kissed my hand and bolted for his class.
“Something going on with you two?” Jace asked with a pained expression.
“Not that I know of,” I said with a confused look wondering if I’d missed something.
“K, see you after school,” he said as he walked off toward his class.