I don't know how to stress this enough... But you guys should know that I was very young when I wrote this. It was my first story and I wasn't exactly an expert nor was I a grammar nazi. I appreciate the comments on the story, but please be patient with the fact that somethings change through out the story (like Cam's eyes, that's my fault) because I didn't keep track like I should have. I apologize now, and you don't have to point it out anymore. Anyway, you've been warned. That's not to be mean or rude or anything, I'm just letting you know that I wasn't so great at this when I was younger. Thanks for reading this, and thank you so much for picking this book to read. I appreciate it!
Also, if you'd like to read one that isn't like that and has better grammar and a better story line, go read my newer ones (such as Bea & the Broken Record and its sequel) hope you enjoy this either way!

Chapter One

Moody

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I sat on my bed, lying flat on my back as I held my arms in front of my face. My eyes scanned the words my book contained as the story went on.

I thought about how I want a story of my own, maybe my life was already a story. A one of a kind. But sadly, I think i'm a little mistaken at the thought considering I don't go on adventures. Yet, I do at the same time. My books take me on adventures that no one else can see unless they read themselves.

Just as I am about to get to a good part in my book, my door swung open and in came my 7-year-old brother, Matt. His shaggy brown hair was ruffled and spread across his forehead.

I smiled and sat up just in time for him to jump onto my lap. I quickly marked my page in the book and sat it aside as I wrapped my arms around Matt. He giggled and squirmed as usual trying to get out of my grip.

"Mommy says it's time to go to school." He mumbled. My dark wavy hair fell into his face and he swatted it away. I smiled and kissed his cheek before allowing him to leave. I stood up and straightened out my skinny jeans and jacket. I slipped on a pair of shoes that were sitting by my door and went downstairs with my backpack on my back.

As usual, my hands automatically clung onto the straps on my backpack when I walked. It was a habit i'd formed ever since starting high school since I have to take my backpack practically every where with me.

My mom and dad were there to give me goodbye hugs and kisses before I headed out the door. Matt also gave me a hug before I began to walk down the sidewalk toward the death trap I call school.

We live about a mile away from the high school. It came in handy because other wise, i'd be riding the horribly stinky bus that I did when I was in elementary school. It was full of obnoxious teenagers that didn't care whether they got kicked off the bus or not.

The only bad thing about walking was, like now, when it snowed or rained, I always froze to death. Snow wasn't covering the ground, but it was flurrying around and trying to.

It wasn't long before I reached the school. It stood tall, made completely out of bricks except for the occasional white that was put there for decoration I assumed. When I stepped into the hallways of the school, chatter was everywhere. From freshman to seniors they were piled in the halls talking back and forth. Talking about their drama filled lives.

Inside my head, I laughed. Some people are just to stubborn to understand life isn't all about getting back at each other. Or cheating on their boyfriend or girlfriend.

I passed by the front office and take notice of all the wonderful drawings that were hanging on the glass windows.

One, a girl that sits at my lunch table, was a drawing of a sun and the moon together. It was perfectly detailed and shaded just how I would have done it myself. Her name was Amber. She had long, blonde hair, and warm Blue eyes. She was a sweet girl but was so quiet all the time. Her and I used to be good friends during basketball season. We both became outcasts, her reason I'll never know.

That's why her and I get along. Although, I talk much more and get sociable when I want.

I continue down the hallways towards my first period which was my English and Reading class, one that I loved. Mrs. Foster was the teacher and she was a kind one. She knew all her students' names, parents, and for the bad ones, she knew their home number because if the countless calls home.

I walk into her room and sit down in my seat in the front row. I take my book out of my bag and open it up, eager to continue the story it was telling.

The bell rang after I had read through a few chapters. I put my bookmark in my book and shoved it back into my bag.

"I have your tests graded, class. I'll hand them out in a moment." Mrs. Foster fishes around in her desk drawer in search of a thick stack of papers. Our Reading exams were literally 10 pages thick, front and back. The school was trying to torture us. I was sure of it. As Mrs. Foster continues to look for the papers, I look around the classroom and take in all the appearances. The usual group of boys sat in the back, talking loudly and throwing paper balls at a girl that sat a few seats in front of them.

The group of boys consisted of the basketball team; Cody Stevens, he could jump so high that he could dunk a ball. Although I've never seen him do it, he talks about it a lot. His short black hair and dark skin goes well with his chocolate brown eyes. But don't be fooled by his charming looks, he's a player. Just as much as his other to friends are, Wesley and Zachary Montgomery. Otherwise known as Wes and Zach. They were identical twins but it wasn't hard to tell them apart. Wes had anger issues and seemed to always have a scowl on his face, but besides that, he had a small freckle beside his nose. That was one of the only ways the teachers tell them apart besides their voices.

Zach, on the other hand, was mischievous. He could also have his anger problems but any other time he's fooling around. Whether it's with a girl, or his friends.

Beside the twins was Adam Baker. His tan skin and blonde hair set him off from the others. He was the only one with that color hair. He seemed to have a heart of gold for a kid that hangs out with nothing but troublemakers. Except for his best friend, Cameron Bridges. With his bright green eyes and short brown hair, He was tall, muscular, of course, and stole a lot of girls' hearts. He doesn't date very often considering he's big on sports. But for some reason, when the girls at my lunch table talk about it, I think there's some other reason behind why he doesn't date. Or maybe I'm just being weird.

Cameron was fixated on a paper he was writing on. One more glance back at it and I saw he was trying to write a paper. Must be for another class. Like Rodgers'. We had a paper due in there today. I wonder if I did that... most likely. I can't risk my grade if I'm going to do college classes my senior year.

"AH! Here they are." Mrs. Fosters' voice made an appearance right as I turn my attention back to her. Her gray hair was in a poof on the top of her head. That's how most old women keep their hair nowadays for some reason.

She laid a paper on my desk and gave me a thumbs up as if to say I did a great job, as usual. Not to gloat, honestly. I just make sure I do good on my grades. It's one of my top priorities at times.

"Now, Mr. Bridges, you need to study better. I know you have it in you." Mrs. Foster was bent down next to Cameron's ear but it wasn't doing much good. His face didn't show much embarrassment but his actions did she that he was upset about it. His facial expression was blank as he pressed his hand against his forehead. I felt sorry for him for a short moment. Frustration was clearly in his face and he wasn't making eye contact with anybody.

I noticed that his friends weren't even paying any attention to what was happening. Unlike his friends, Cameron seemed to really have to crack down on his grades. Especially this class.

The time passed by quickly before it was time to leave for the rest of the day. I was now leaving my last class when I saw Cameron sitting on the bench that was placed between two maple trees in the courtyard. He was bent over with a cell phone pressed to his ear. I decided to ask if he was OK since he seemed really stressed out since the last time I saw him in Mrs. Foster's class.

I waved goodbye to a couple of girls that I have classes with and are my friends. I don't really have a best friend, maybe because sometimes I to involved with other things to get to know people.

"Hi. Are you OK?" I asked as I sat down beside him on the bench. The phone was now resting on his thigh and was off.

"No." He answered almost angrily. I crossed one leg over the other and intertwined my fingers together, scooting closer to him.

"You don't have to be so grouchy, you know?" I told him. I kept my voice calm. Like the way I do when I'm trying to get Matt settled down. It seemes to help at times but if he's wound it doesn't. I smiled at him although he wasn't looking.

"I have every right." He said matter-of-factly. OK, so he's the sassy type.

"OK, OK. Well, I just wanted to make sure you were all good. You seemed really stressed out." I pressed my lips together and blew air into them making them look like a squirrel's cheeks. Cameron turned his head and looked up at me as I stood.

He acted like he was about to say something but backed down, looking at his phone. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I plucked it out, pressing answer.

"Hello?" I pressed it to my ear and walked away from Cameron, giving him a small wave.

He didn't notice, so I turned towards the sidewalk. My mom's voice came through to the phone, "Sophia, remember to get Matt from school so you can take him home. He's got a game in a little while." She told me. I nodded my head although she couldn't see me do so.

"OK mom. Talk to you later." I said before hanging up the phone. I changed my direction and walked the opposite way so I could get Matt from school. It was cold outside, no snow was coming down but the sky was dark and indicated that it would be soon. I picked up my pace and rushed the few blocks to the elementary school. Standing by the front door was Matt with his backpack on his back. He usually rides the bus home and I'm there with him, but today we had to hurry since his basketball game was in a short bit. Since he's seven, Matt can only play Jr. League. It includes kids from kindergarten to second grade. Matt's in second grade so it's his last year of it then he transfers to Little Leagues, something that I played when I was younger.

"Matt!" I called out to him. His head snapped over to me and a grin surfaced on his face. He took off out the door and jumped into my arms, clearly happy to see me. I hugged him back and pulled him close to my side, letting him sit on my hip.

"Look sissy I lost a tooth today." Matt pulled his bottom lip down so I could see where he lost his tooth. I smiled at him, "Now you're going to have a big boy tooth soon. Did you keep the one that fell out?" I let him walk on his own and he wrapped his hand tightly around my own. Matt reached into his pocket and dug around a bit until he pulled out what looked like a tiny yellow treasure chest.

"Here," He shook it so I could hear the tooth rattle around inside it. I nodded my head chuckled as he shoved it back in his pocket.

It wasn't long before we got to the house. Snow was beginning to fall from the sky and leaving bits of white on the green grass. I directed Matt to go get his uniform on for his game. He dropped his backpack on the floor and rushed up to his room. I took mine off as well and hung it across a bar stool. Knowing Matt, he would want a grilled cheese so he wouldn't starve to death.

As I searched through the fridge, the front door opened and my mom stepped in. She shook the fresh snow off the top of her head and hung her jacket and scarf up.

"Hey, mom." I said as i continued to make the sandwiches.

"Hey." She answered back. I heard her toss her shoes off and leave them at the door as she ran back the hallway to her room. probably to change into more comfortable clothes for Matt's games.

In a short couple of minutes my dad joined us and we were all on our way to the game.

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WARNING: As the book goes on, my grammar and spelling gets better. I became a better writer throughout writing this story and I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Thanks for reading.

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