I Wish My Youth Would Forever Last, chapter 1
*2011*
"Don't worry Kay, it'll be fine" My best friend Leslie reassured me.
"C'mon Leslie!" I said. "Y'know how these things work. New high school, new town, new people... it's not good"
"You're overreacting Kayla"
"No I'm not!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, you are Kayla"
"You'll see. It'll be completely different that Mississippi"
"I gotta go Kayla. See you tomorrow"
"Bye"
You must be pretty confused I'm Kayla Wilson and my best friend's name is Leslie Stevens. We just moved to Oakland, California, from Mississippi. Our parents are best friends so when the Stevens decided to move, we moved with them. And now here we are neighbours in an unfamiliar town, with unfamiliar people. Tomorrow is the first day of school, we're in grade 10. I was not looking forward to tomorrow. Me and Leslie weren't like the kids here... we were different.
I picked up my navy blue guitar. I planned to name it, but I still can't think of a good enough name. I played a few songs and placed it back in the case.
I pulled my blanket up to my chin and fell asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
***
My alarm went off at 7. I took a shower and got dressed. I wore a black tank top and a black sweater. Then I put on a pair of knee length shorts, striped socks and my black converse. I straightened my newly dyed black hair and applied some eyeliner and ran out the door. I walked to the bus stop and pulled my iPod out of my backpack. I listened to The Living End until I saw Leslie walking towards me. I shoved my iPod into my backpack and ran over to her.
"Ready?" I asked
"I hope so" she said. The bus pulled up. We walked on. We found an empty seat and sat down. Then someone started kicking our seat. I turned around and looked at the people behind us. They looked about our age... 16 or 17. The girl had long brown hair and her bangs were covering most of her face. She looked tall. The boy was really hot, he had dark brown almost black hair and the sweetest face I've ever seen.
"Hey, Who are you?" the guy said.
"I'm Kayla" I said "And this is my best friend Leslie. We're new"
"Well welcome to hell" He said, grinning.
"What's you're names?" I asked
"Joey," he said "and this is my bestest bud Stella"
Just then more kids got on the bus.
"Hey Ramona! Hey Frankito!" Stella and Joey called
Ramona sat down in the seat across from us and Frankito sat next to a kid who looked a lot like Joey
"Who're they?" Ramona asked
"Kayla and Leslie" Joey said. "New kids."
She nodded and looked out the window.
"That's Ramona" Joey whispered in my ear
When we arrived at school Joey and Stella offered to take me and Leslie to our classes.
Joey and me had math class together and Leslie and Stella had science.
We went off to our classes and arranged to meet up at lunch.
When Joey and I arrived in class, I sat down next to him in the back. The teacher walked in and wrote some algebra crap on the board. I intended to listen to what the boring old man had to say, because if I didn't I would be lost within minutes. After a little while Joey poked me in the shoulder I turned to face him and saw him trying his best to look innocent. A few minutes later he started drawing on my hand with an orange marker. He finished his first picture then rolled up my sleeve and drew another, he continued like that until my arm was covered In Joey's scribbles. He handed me the marker. I drew a dog on his hand then rolled up his sleeve. I tried to draw a flower when I was so rudely interrupted.
"Excuse me Miss Wilson, what are you doing to Mr Armstrong's arm?" the teacher growled.
"drawing" I said simply
"Why?" he asked
"because I'm bored" I said
"Are you saying my class is boring?"
"It's math, of course it's boring"
"Well it's very unfortunate that you think so Miss Wilson"
"Why is that?"
"Because math is a very important thing to know and to be able to do well."
"Whatever you say" I said sarcastically.
"I've had enough of your lip Miss Wilson, out in the hall!" he yelled.
"fine" I said.
"Can I go too?" Joey asked.
"No" The teacher said
"I hate math!" he yelled "I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!"
"Alright get out!" he yelled and Joey followed me out to the hall.
As soon as he shut the door we both burst into fits of laughter.
I sat down in the hall and Joey sat next to me. I pulled the marker from my pocket and continued drawing on Joey's arm. Once I finished he took the marker and drew on my other arm. He had just finished drawing a star when the bell rang and we ran down the hall.
Me and Joey ran over to a tree where Stella, Leslie and Ramona were.
"Hey guys," Joey said and sat down.
"What happened to you guys?" Leslie asked.
"math is boring" I said
"so you drew on your arms?"
"yep!" I said.
I sat down in between Leslie and Stella and ate my lunch. I was halfway through my turkey sandwich, when two girls wearing matching pink outfits walked over to us.
"School sluts... otherwise known as cheerleaders" Stella whispered. I nodded.
"So what are the little punk rockers doing today?" the slut on left snarled.
"eating" I said
"well well well, what have we here?" she said.
"a new punk rocker to pick on" the other said. Leslie turned around, "oh wait two!" she screamed.
They then walked away giggling.
"I hate them" Joey said.
" I just met them and I hate them" Leslie muttered.
Just then the bell rang and I looked at my schedule.
"Anyone have history?" I asked.
"me!" Ramona yelled. She linked arms with me. "Let's go learn about dead people killing each other!"
I chuckled and we skipped off to class. Like Ramona predicted we were learning about some war. I have a problem in history. I cannot pay attention. I can't force myself to concentrate. Suddenly a piece of paper landed on my desk.
Do like Joey?
Was scrawled across the page. I looked over at Ramona and she smiled.
I dunno, I just met him today... he is hot though
I wrote back. I passed it to Ramona. She opened it, wrote something and passed it back to me.
watch out was written.
watch out for what?
I passed it to Ramona. She read it and passed it back.
,I.Stella[/i]
"Don't worry Kay, it'll be fine" My best friend Leslie reassured me.
"C'mon Leslie!" I said. "Y'know how these things work. New high school, new town, new people... it's not good"
"You're overreacting Kayla"
"No I'm not!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, you are Kayla"
"You'll see. It'll be completely different that Mississippi"
"I gotta go Kayla. See you tomorrow"
"Bye"
You must be pretty confused I'm Kayla Wilson and my best friend's name is Leslie Stevens. We just moved to Oakland, California, from Mississippi. Our parents are best friends so when the Stevens decided to move, we moved with them. And now here we are neighbours in an unfamiliar town, with unfamiliar people. Tomorrow is the first day of school, we're in grade 10. I was not looking forward to tomorrow. Me and Leslie weren't like the kids here... we were different.
I picked up my navy blue guitar. I planned to name it, but I still can't think of a good enough name. I played a few songs and placed it back in the case.
I pulled my blanket up to my chin and fell asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
***
My alarm went off at 7. I took a shower and got dressed. I wore a black tank top and a black sweater. Then I put on a pair of knee length shorts, striped socks and my black converse. I straightened my newly dyed black hair and applied some eyeliner and ran out the door. I walked to the bus stop and pulled my iPod out of my backpack. I listened to The Living End until I saw Leslie walking towards me. I shoved my iPod into my backpack and ran over to her.
"Ready?" I asked
"I hope so" she said. The bus pulled up. We walked on. We found an empty seat and sat down. Then someone started kicking our seat. I turned around and looked at the people behind us. They looked about our age... 16 or 17. The girl had long brown hair and her bangs were covering most of her face. She looked tall. The boy was really hot, he had dark brown almost black hair and the sweetest face I've ever seen.
"Hey, Who are you?" the guy said.
"I'm Kayla" I said "And this is my best friend Leslie. We're new"
"Well welcome to hell" He said, grinning.
"What's you're names?" I asked
"Joey," he said "and this is my bestest bud Stella"
Just then more kids got on the bus.
"Hey Ramona! Hey Frankito!" Stella and Joey called
Ramona sat down in the seat across from us and Frankito sat next to a kid who looked a lot like Joey
"Who're they?" Ramona asked
"Kayla and Leslie" Joey said. "New kids."
She nodded and looked out the window.
"That's Ramona" Joey whispered in my ear
When we arrived at school Joey and Stella offered to take me and Leslie to our classes.
Joey and me had math class together and Leslie and Stella had science.
We went off to our classes and arranged to meet up at lunch.
When Joey and I arrived in class, I sat down next to him in the back. The teacher walked in and wrote some algebra crap on the board. I intended to listen to what the boring old man had to say, because if I didn't I would be lost within minutes. After a little while Joey poked me in the shoulder I turned to face him and saw him trying his best to look innocent. A few minutes later he started drawing on my hand with an orange marker. He finished his first picture then rolled up my sleeve and drew another, he continued like that until my arm was covered In Joey's scribbles. He handed me the marker. I drew a dog on his hand then rolled up his sleeve. I tried to draw a flower when I was so rudely interrupted.
"Excuse me Miss Wilson, what are you doing to Mr Armstrong's arm?" the teacher growled.
"drawing" I said simply
"Why?" he asked
"because I'm bored" I said
"Are you saying my class is boring?"
"It's math, of course it's boring"
"Well it's very unfortunate that you think so Miss Wilson"
"Why is that?"
"Because math is a very important thing to know and to be able to do well."
"Whatever you say" I said sarcastically.
"I've had enough of your lip Miss Wilson, out in the hall!" he yelled.
"fine" I said.
"Can I go too?" Joey asked.
"No" The teacher said
"I hate math!" he yelled "I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!"
"Alright get out!" he yelled and Joey followed me out to the hall.
As soon as he shut the door we both burst into fits of laughter.
I sat down in the hall and Joey sat next to me. I pulled the marker from my pocket and continued drawing on Joey's arm. Once I finished he took the marker and drew on my other arm. He had just finished drawing a star when the bell rang and we ran down the hall.
Me and Joey ran over to a tree where Stella, Leslie and Ramona were.
"Hey guys," Joey said and sat down.
"What happened to you guys?" Leslie asked.
"math is boring" I said
"so you drew on your arms?"
"yep!" I said.
I sat down in between Leslie and Stella and ate my lunch. I was halfway through my turkey sandwich, when two girls wearing matching pink outfits walked over to us.
"School sluts... otherwise known as cheerleaders" Stella whispered. I nodded.
"So what are the little punk rockers doing today?" the slut on left snarled.
"eating" I said
"well well well, what have we here?" she said.
"a new punk rocker to pick on" the other said. Leslie turned around, "oh wait two!" she screamed.
They then walked away giggling.
"I hate them" Joey said.
" I just met them and I hate them" Leslie muttered.
Just then the bell rang and I looked at my schedule.
"Anyone have history?" I asked.
"me!" Ramona yelled. She linked arms with me. "Let's go learn about dead people killing each other!"
I chuckled and we skipped off to class. Like Ramona predicted we were learning about some war. I have a problem in history. I cannot pay attention. I can't force myself to concentrate. Suddenly a piece of paper landed on my desk.
Do like Joey?
Was scrawled across the page. I looked over at Ramona and she smiled.
I dunno, I just met him today... he is hot though
I wrote back. I passed it to Ramona. She opened it, wrote something and passed it back to me.
watch out was written.
watch out for what?
I passed it to Ramona. She read it and passed it back.
,I.Stella[/i]
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