This feeling never leaves me, chapter 1

"Things Change" Those are two words that Harmony Evans hated the most. Sure change was good, but when it came to family it felt like death to her. Fate drew its plan for Harmony when something very traumatic happened to two of the closest people in her life. She made a promise to herself. 'I will never give up and be weak. I will keep fighting till I can't anymore' She was a fighter, Ah yes and a damn good one too.


The year was 1987

"Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go!! I wanna be sedated!!" The Ramones' lead singer, Joey Ramone, sang into the mic as I moshed and sang with them. "Nothing to do, no where to go. I wanna be sedated!!" this was fucking heaven, being at one of your favorite bands' concerts. Well, for me it is.The feeling of the crowd, the band and the joy of listening to your favorite band while they enjoy themselves. "Just get me to the airport, get me on a plane" I danced as I saw my idol, Dee Dee Ramone, rock out his bass with such enthusiasm. "Hury hurry hurry, before I go insane! I can't control my fingers; I can't control my- Harmony Get your fucking ass up!!" Joey and Dee Dee Ramone said at me while still playing.

"What?" I said back. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Get your fucking punk ass up!!" they screamed back at me as I could feel myself being shaken awake. I could see my heaven, slipping away from me as i spiralled back into reality.

I opened my eyes to see my prissy ass sister's face in mine. i could see her every last pore in her face, I could smell her appealing make-up, and her cold eyes were inches from mine, I was so close to her.

"Get up NOW!! You'll be late for fucking school," she said as she got up and started walking out of my room.

"Too bad you were expelled from school" I muttered to myself.

"What was that?!" she snapped.

"Nothing," I answered her with a big smile on my face. She looked around my room and left with a disgusted look on her face. "Fuckin' bitch" I said to myself.

I got up and walked slowly and lazily to my dresser. I opened one of the drawers and blindly searched for a shirt. I ended up settling with my Ramones shirt that has a live, black and white, photo of them playing a benefit concert for a band called the dead boys. I put on my favorite black levies and the shirt. Then I searched for my black and green, beat up chucks, which have seen better days. I found them, slipped them on, then put on my studded belt with a belt buckle that had a black cat with a safety pin through it's' ear. then I found my black wristbands and chain walet, and put them on also. I slipped into the bathroom and washed my face and put on my black eyeliner, the only makeup I wear, under my brown orbs. I walked up the stairs, to my door, and went into the kitchen.(my room is the basement) Lucky for me my sister was in her room listening to her Madonnas' records and putting a pound of makeup on her face. 'I fuckin' hate her' I thought as I made myself a peace of goddamn toast. I got my stuff and ran out the door while still eating. I walked over a block to meet up with my best friend to walk to school with me.

See, what you don't know is, today is my first day at Pinole Valley High School with my best friend of 15 years, Missy Lewis. I walked a block over to the end of her street and waited there until I saw her walk out of her house. As i checked out her profile i noticed she was wearing dark blue jeans, a Clash shirt, and like me some beat up chucks, only hers were black and white. She too was wearing eyeliner under her blue eyes. I noticed her many ear piercing gleam in the early morning sun as she ran up to me.

"Hey!!" she said.

"Hey!!" I said back.

"So did your sister give you shit this morning?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered gloomly while we started to school. It was only about fife-teen blocks away. "So how's your brother?" I asked. He'd been caught by the cops for having pot on him, that dumbass.

"Oh, yeah. He's fine just, he's a dumbass sometimes," she said back.

"Tell me something I don't know," I said as I rolled my eyes at the thought of her brother. "So..." I said after a few moments.

"What do you think our new school will be like?" she asked me.

"Well, I've got this feeling that we won't fit in," I said. I could feel a small pit of anxiety eating away at my chest. I always felt this pain, whether it be big or small, when I knew something bad was going to happen. my mom called it fore boating.

"I miss our old town," I heard her say.

"I miss my old friends," was all I said. I could still see their faces, hear their laughs, see their smiles. I could still remember their names: Oceana, Alshya, Stephers, Maria, Kirstin, Sara. The names played over and over in my head like a movie projector that has ran out of film. God, i miss them so much.


My thoughts were interrupted when image of my future high school for the next 3 years came into sight. It was ok, nothing really special. When we got up close to it, I felt my stomach drop. All I could see was preppy airheads and jocks everywhere. I felt like an outsider, I'm sure missy felt the same way. As we walked onto the school grounds we immediately got snickers and disgusted looks from everyone we passed. I felt like a bird that was intruding in another's nest. Stupid I know. But whatever feeling I had I wasn't going to let it show. I walked into that school like I owned the place. but even then, i still had that pang of anxiety in between my breasts.

We went to the office to finish some paperwork that missy's aunt forgot to finish. We walked in and went up to the desk. Even the office lady gave us a stare. Maybe it was all the ear pricings Missy had or the dark clothing I had, I don't know witch and I really didn't care all that much. Once we finished up we headed to our homeroom. As we walked we compared schedules. The only classes we had together were homeroom and lunch. That sucked.

The bell had already rung by the time we got to our class. The minute I walked in I saw this boy in the far corner, his blue eyes were gleaming so clearly, yet we were across the room from each other. I saw he was staring at me and I got a chill that I knew wasn't coming from the room. But it was so peculiar how he was the first thing I saw when I walked in. Don't ask me why he was because I couldn't tell you. All I knew was that this boy is different, in a way that I don't know, and yet I can't look away.

Boy's P.O.V.

'Social studies is soo damn boring' I thought to myself as I waited for the damn teacher to start the class. Just when this thought ended, I looked up and saw two girls walk into the room.

One was medium height with brown hair that had red streaks randomly put into her hair. She was pretty but the other girl was what drew my attention. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, but as she got closer I noticed they weren't just brown. The closer she got the more her eyes seemed to change so mysteriously. She was about 5' 8" and had long, wavy brown hair that came just above her waiste. 'What's her name?' I asked myself. The teacher was talking to them and told them to introduce themselves.

The first girl went first, "My name's Missy, I play drums, I'm from the east coast and ughh yea, that's all you need to know," she said.

Then the mysterious girl spoke, "My names Harmony, I play bass and violin, I moved here with her and that's about it," she finished. 'Harmony' I thought. The name rang in my ears like a slow guitar solo. '...Such a rightful name, for a girl like that.'