Nothing Lasts Forever, chapter 1
"Carol get ready for school and get your butt down here! It's the first day of the new semester so you can't be late!"
I groggily got up out of bed and got dressed, before heading to the bathroom. After I'd gotten ready I made my way downstairs to see what she'd attempted to make for breakfast. I wasn't expecting a miracle, but I sure was praying for one.
On close examination I realized that whatever she'd chucked on the plate in front of me was in fact meant to be bacon and eggs. I should've known, but it's kind of hard to know just what you're eating when your breakfast looks like something a mother bird would feed it's young.
Chewed up and regurgitated.
But of course, mom hadn't chewed or regurgitated this. It's just the way she is. A horror in the kitchen.
"There you go, Carol dear," she said in that same fake way she always seems to be speaking to me lately.
"Mom how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Call me Charlie. I hate the name Carol."
"Oh, but it's a lovely name," she insists, patting me on the head. I took a bite of a piece of so-called bacon and cringed. It was awful.
"Ah what the? Mom, do you seriously expect me to eat this? It gets worse everyday! Why can't we just have cereal for breakfast?"
"I love cooking for you and your sister." she whined, looking hurt.
It's only at that moment I realized Kate was nowhere to be seen.
"Is she still upstairs putting on her damn make-up and doing her hair?" I hate my sister. She's a stupid teenie slut. Thank god she's younger. I'd die if I had an older sister like her to look up to.
"I don't see why you two don't get along. She's a beautiful young girl." Mom glared at me when I snorted at this statement.
"Whatever mom, I'm going to school." I sighed grabbing for my bag.
"Have fun, dear."
"Yeah. Right," I muttered heading out the door.
As was walking to school I spotted my best friend Maddy walking up ahead. Maddy and I have been best friends since we were about five years old. She's practically my sister. Because we've grown up together, we're into the same things. Great music, good clothes, and sometimes even the same taste in guys. That's not always a good thing, but we don't let those things get to us. She's average height for a 16 year old. She has dark brown hair with red highlights and brown eyes. She's really pretty and she 'popular' guys love her. But she's not that easy. She sticks to who she is. And she's respected for that. Well, by us, anyway. Not so much by the sleazy guys.
I was just stepping off the curb to cross the road, when a huge rental truck whooshed past, followed by a car, barely missing me.
"Idiots," I muttered.
"Hey Maddy!" I called out once I'd crossed the road. She stopped walking and spun around.
"Hey Charlie! Any run-ins with the slut lately?" she asks as I caught up with her.
"Yeah. She reckons I'm trying to steal her boyfriend. She doesn't even have a boyfriend!"
"I take it she still like Billie then?" she asked rolling her eyes.
"Like him? She loves him! When's she going to realize he doesn't like her?"
"Yeah, when is she going to stop falling in love with your friends? That girl has problems."
"Hell yeah!" I yelled out as we were approaching the school gate.
"Hey, what are you guys yelling about?" I heard from behind me. We turned around and saw our friend Billie walking towards us. Maddy and I met Billie Joe and Mike when we first started high school. We became great friends instantly because we all have the same taste in music and we just have so much in common. He's kind of short with short curly brown hair and green eyes. He's in a band with Mike and our other friend Al called Sweet Children. It's awesome hearing them play.
"Oh hey Billie. Just talking about my little sister, that's all," I said as the three of us started walking together.
"Yeah. I'm not so sure you wanna be included in this particular conversation Billie." Maddy winked suggestively.
"Oh no. Please tell me she doesn't still like me." he sighed.
"Yup!" we both laughed as he cringed.
"Oh, speak of the devil," Maddy laughed.
"Hey Billie Joe!" Kate said battering her eyelashes at him. Kate is kind of tall and really skinny. Her hair is naturally a nice dark brown like mine, but she dyes it bright blonde coz she's an idiot. She got brown eyes from mom, whereas I got blue eyes from our dad. She is a teenie slut who all the 'popular' sleazy guys love. And she loves it. But for some reason she always seems to like my friends.
"Erm. Hi Kate," Billie muttered.
"Kate what do you want?" I asked glaring at her.
"I just wanted to say hi to Billie Joe! Why are you so mean to me, Carol?" she cried out, pretending to be hurt. She thinks he'll feel sorry for her? Now that's a laugh.
"I've told you not to call me that!" I yelled at her just as the bell sounded for us to go to our first class.
"We gotta go to class now." Maddy said relieved. We shoved past Kate to go to our lockers.
"What do you guys have first?" I asked as I was fishing through my locker looking for my books, hoping I'd have someone to talk to in my first class.
"I have Math," Billie groaned
"Me too," Maddy sighed
"Well at least we're together. What about you Charlie?"
"Well I have Psychology. I guess that's not too bad. I hope I don't have the skanks in my class."
"Okay well, see you at recess Charlie!" shouted Maddy as she walked off to her class. Sometimes I think that girl is a little too happy.
"Yeah bye Charlie."
"Bye guys," I sighed as I turned around and headed towards my psychology classroom.
"Ah shit." I muttered as I saw a bunch of skanks waiting outside the classroom. They were all dressed in their skanky tight minis and their tight tops. Those girls make me sick.
[i]This should be fun... <i/> I thought as they all glared at me when I approached them. Then they just went back to their usual useless gossip. The teacher arrived seconds later and I hurried to get to back of the classroom. As I went to sit down, I noticed my friend Mike was in the same class as me. Mike is pretty tall and has brown hair and blue eyes. He's really nice, and he's in Sweet Children with Billie.
I sighed a breath of relief and wave as he walked towards where I'm sitting.
"Hey Charlie. Ready for a new semester of boring classes full of teenies?" he asked as he sat down.
"Hell yeah. Bring it on!"
"Quiet children! Now I'm Mrs. Chandel and I'll be your psychology teacher for this semester. Now I'll just mark the roll." she ordered as she sat down to mark the roll. She was a short plump woman with glasses that came down her nose every now and then. She had thinning gray hair and looked like she'd be a total bitch.
"Hey Charlie, did you hear? Apparently there's going to be a new guy sometime this week." Mike whispered to me
"Really? I hope he's normal. And not just another jock or something. They're all the same!"
"Carol Price?" called Mrs. Chandel
"Call me Charlie, miss."
"Right," she muttered looking down
"Michael Pritchard?"
"Just Mike, miss," he sighed
"What is with you children? Can't you just be happy with the names your parents give you?" Mrs. Chandel glared at me as the skanks started giggling. That teacher's voice is so whiny and annoying!
"Okay then" she stood up once she had finished marking the roll "Open your books to chapter four. We're starting with Philip Zimbardo's prison experiment. Carol please start reading." She said glaring at me and the skanks started laughing again.
I sighed as I opened my book to the right page and started to read.
I could already tell it was going to be a long day...
I groggily got up out of bed and got dressed, before heading to the bathroom. After I'd gotten ready I made my way downstairs to see what she'd attempted to make for breakfast. I wasn't expecting a miracle, but I sure was praying for one.
On close examination I realized that whatever she'd chucked on the plate in front of me was in fact meant to be bacon and eggs. I should've known, but it's kind of hard to know just what you're eating when your breakfast looks like something a mother bird would feed it's young.
Chewed up and regurgitated.
But of course, mom hadn't chewed or regurgitated this. It's just the way she is. A horror in the kitchen.
"There you go, Carol dear," she said in that same fake way she always seems to be speaking to me lately.
"Mom how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Call me Charlie. I hate the name Carol."
"Oh, but it's a lovely name," she insists, patting me on the head. I took a bite of a piece of so-called bacon and cringed. It was awful.
"Ah what the? Mom, do you seriously expect me to eat this? It gets worse everyday! Why can't we just have cereal for breakfast?"
"I love cooking for you and your sister." she whined, looking hurt.
It's only at that moment I realized Kate was nowhere to be seen.
"Is she still upstairs putting on her damn make-up and doing her hair?" I hate my sister. She's a stupid teenie slut. Thank god she's younger. I'd die if I had an older sister like her to look up to.
"I don't see why you two don't get along. She's a beautiful young girl." Mom glared at me when I snorted at this statement.
"Whatever mom, I'm going to school." I sighed grabbing for my bag.
"Have fun, dear."
"Yeah. Right," I muttered heading out the door.
As was walking to school I spotted my best friend Maddy walking up ahead. Maddy and I have been best friends since we were about five years old. She's practically my sister. Because we've grown up together, we're into the same things. Great music, good clothes, and sometimes even the same taste in guys. That's not always a good thing, but we don't let those things get to us. She's average height for a 16 year old. She has dark brown hair with red highlights and brown eyes. She's really pretty and she 'popular' guys love her. But she's not that easy. She sticks to who she is. And she's respected for that. Well, by us, anyway. Not so much by the sleazy guys.
I was just stepping off the curb to cross the road, when a huge rental truck whooshed past, followed by a car, barely missing me.
"Idiots," I muttered.
"Hey Maddy!" I called out once I'd crossed the road. She stopped walking and spun around.
"Hey Charlie! Any run-ins with the slut lately?" she asks as I caught up with her.
"Yeah. She reckons I'm trying to steal her boyfriend. She doesn't even have a boyfriend!"
"I take it she still like Billie then?" she asked rolling her eyes.
"Like him? She loves him! When's she going to realize he doesn't like her?"
"Yeah, when is she going to stop falling in love with your friends? That girl has problems."
"Hell yeah!" I yelled out as we were approaching the school gate.
"Hey, what are you guys yelling about?" I heard from behind me. We turned around and saw our friend Billie walking towards us. Maddy and I met Billie Joe and Mike when we first started high school. We became great friends instantly because we all have the same taste in music and we just have so much in common. He's kind of short with short curly brown hair and green eyes. He's in a band with Mike and our other friend Al called Sweet Children. It's awesome hearing them play.
"Oh hey Billie. Just talking about my little sister, that's all," I said as the three of us started walking together.
"Yeah. I'm not so sure you wanna be included in this particular conversation Billie." Maddy winked suggestively.
"Oh no. Please tell me she doesn't still like me." he sighed.
"Yup!" we both laughed as he cringed.
"Oh, speak of the devil," Maddy laughed.
"Hey Billie Joe!" Kate said battering her eyelashes at him. Kate is kind of tall and really skinny. Her hair is naturally a nice dark brown like mine, but she dyes it bright blonde coz she's an idiot. She got brown eyes from mom, whereas I got blue eyes from our dad. She is a teenie slut who all the 'popular' sleazy guys love. And she loves it. But for some reason she always seems to like my friends.
"Erm. Hi Kate," Billie muttered.
"Kate what do you want?" I asked glaring at her.
"I just wanted to say hi to Billie Joe! Why are you so mean to me, Carol?" she cried out, pretending to be hurt. She thinks he'll feel sorry for her? Now that's a laugh.
"I've told you not to call me that!" I yelled at her just as the bell sounded for us to go to our first class.
"We gotta go to class now." Maddy said relieved. We shoved past Kate to go to our lockers.
"What do you guys have first?" I asked as I was fishing through my locker looking for my books, hoping I'd have someone to talk to in my first class.
"I have Math," Billie groaned
"Me too," Maddy sighed
"Well at least we're together. What about you Charlie?"
"Well I have Psychology. I guess that's not too bad. I hope I don't have the skanks in my class."
"Okay well, see you at recess Charlie!" shouted Maddy as she walked off to her class. Sometimes I think that girl is a little too happy.
"Yeah bye Charlie."
"Bye guys," I sighed as I turned around and headed towards my psychology classroom.
"Ah shit." I muttered as I saw a bunch of skanks waiting outside the classroom. They were all dressed in their skanky tight minis and their tight tops. Those girls make me sick.
[i]This should be fun... <i/> I thought as they all glared at me when I approached them. Then they just went back to their usual useless gossip. The teacher arrived seconds later and I hurried to get to back of the classroom. As I went to sit down, I noticed my friend Mike was in the same class as me. Mike is pretty tall and has brown hair and blue eyes. He's really nice, and he's in Sweet Children with Billie.
I sighed a breath of relief and wave as he walked towards where I'm sitting.
"Hey Charlie. Ready for a new semester of boring classes full of teenies?" he asked as he sat down.
"Hell yeah. Bring it on!"
"Quiet children! Now I'm Mrs. Chandel and I'll be your psychology teacher for this semester. Now I'll just mark the roll." she ordered as she sat down to mark the roll. She was a short plump woman with glasses that came down her nose every now and then. She had thinning gray hair and looked like she'd be a total bitch.
"Hey Charlie, did you hear? Apparently there's going to be a new guy sometime this week." Mike whispered to me
"Really? I hope he's normal. And not just another jock or something. They're all the same!"
"Carol Price?" called Mrs. Chandel
"Call me Charlie, miss."
"Right," she muttered looking down
"Michael Pritchard?"
"Just Mike, miss," he sighed
"What is with you children? Can't you just be happy with the names your parents give you?" Mrs. Chandel glared at me as the skanks started giggling. That teacher's voice is so whiny and annoying!
"Okay then" she stood up once she had finished marking the roll "Open your books to chapter four. We're starting with Philip Zimbardo's prison experiment. Carol please start reading." She said glaring at me and the skanks started laughing again.
I sighed as I opened my book to the right page and started to read.
I could already tell it was going to be a long day...
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