I Love my Bestfriend (1)
A story I started when i was 12, I found it a few weeks ago and decided to keep going on it.
Three things happened all in the same second.
One, my dark brown eyes went hazy red and my vision went blurry.
Two, my veins pulsed and bulged as the adrenaline kicked in.
Three, I punched James Leon right in the nose until it bleed, than I walloped him twice in the jaw until I heard it crack,
"Taylor Andrews! Get outside now!" I heard my math teacher scream in my right ear. I kicked James in the left side and automatically my legs walked to the classroom door, I slammed it on the way out and heard glass crunch
I slouched onto the grey linoleum floor and ran my long tan fingers through my short dyed brunette and blonde hair.
James Leon had kicked my chair one to many times, but I showed him what happens when he kicks Taylor Andrews's chair and he won't never forget it, or at least until the black eye wears off.
I craned my neck up to see what was happening to my war scene and James's best mate Christian Hopper stuck his fat, stubby middle finger at me, I stuck mine back.
Five minutes later Mrs. Turner walked outside the smashed glass door.
"Stand up girl and look me in the eye!" The old goat screeched at me.
Mrs. Turner was never fond of me and I felt the same about her, she was the queen of super bitches, she had a neck like a giraffe and a think face which reminded me greatly of a big bird.
"I'm fine right here Mrs." I said and I smirked. Her face went bright red. And her eyes narrowed.
"You will do as I say young lady or your parents will be notified of this event!" I rolled my eyes and stared into hers, I tried to scare her and I guess it worked because she back stepped a few times.
"Fine, immature little child you stay where you are. You can stay there for your entire lunch as well!" My mouth popped open and I jumped to my feet.
"Stuff that bitch!" and I pushed passed her and left the Math's hall, I was so pissed off I think I dented many innocent walls on my way out.
When I was sitting in our usual spot, under a shady tree in the Oval, the bell began to ring for five seconds.
I waited for my best friends to arrive, first came Kyra Edwards with her Five-year boyfriend, Zachariah "Stitch" Ralph, hand in hand.
Thayne Clearwater was next with his usual Goth looking style, and last but not least my best friend in the whole world, Brodie Hall.
Her parents and my parents have been friends since they started high school, so I had known Brodie since the day I could breathe. She was only two months older than me. But she made a point to bring it up in every argument we had. We had always shared stuff like, secrets and crushes and girl stuff like that.
Kyra Edwards, was the girlie-girl of the group, she was a complete neat freak and always harassed me about my clothing choices, which I saw nothing wrong with. But she always did, whether it was a smudge on my shirt or a crease in my jeans. She had gorgeous light ringlets of blonde hair that reach the bottom of her waist.
Her eyes were an amazing shade of light turquoise that shone in the daylight, today she had on a light cherry tank top with a long-sleeved white undershirt, a petite frilly white and pink mini skirt that showed of her long bronzed legs perfectly.
Next was Zachariah Ralph, we had been calling him Stitch for ages, no one knows who started calling him that but it seems to catch on and soon enough everyone was calling him it.
Stitch had a very slender but muscular frame, he was very athletic and you would always finding him drinking an energy drink and sweating his ass of in a gym somewhere.
He had sandy blonde hair that just touched his shoulders, he was wearing an auburn top with Cruiser written in messy white letters on it, he was always wearing black slack jeans and big black shoes, he had deep yellowish-green eyes with pinpoint pupils that moves like an eagles.
Thayne Clearwater, was the quiet type guy who doesn't like most people company-- With the exception of us. He had a constant Goth style which was a long sleeved black under-shirt with a black top with silver chains painted on it, and he had baggy black pants with big black boots with silver spikes hanging of them. Thayne had long dyed black, straitened hair that hung loosely over one eye. He had dark blue eyes that turned green whenever he got pissed, it was pretty cool.
Ahh, and my bestest ever friend, introducing . . . the great. . . Brodie Hall! Brodie pretty much had the same look as me, we are both pretty normal people, or normal in our own way, who absolutely love the color brown, she and I both dyed our hair brunette and blonde, hers was long, thin and flowed down the middle of her thin back like a beautiful, silk scarf. While mine was about the length of Stitches, I had mine in a tiny ponytail today and she had hers out. Brodie was wearing a sleeveless top, no guess! It was brown, and she had a pair of blue form-fitting jeans on, Alexis had one deep bronze eye while the other was a kind of light, russet brown. She was perfect.
We sat around the tree Stitches arm around Kyra as they were locked into an embrace that made my face hot, I had to look away. Thayne was sitting cross-legged up the trunk of the tree, reading his favorite book-- he had excellent balance. My long arms were around Brodie's gorgeous body.
"I got sent out in class again," I said to my mates, they all groaned and Kyra unlocked herself from Stitch.
"What for now Taylor?" She said, shaking her head.
I told them my wonderful story about how I punched James in the face and how he cried like a little girl, okay maybe I laid it on a bit thick a bit but I still got a hi-five from Stitch and a half-smile from Thayne but a concerned look from Brodie.
"Taylor, don't go and get yourself suspended! Than we would only see you after class," I chuckled, the others joined in.
I ate my green apple, because the red ones taste like shit and I refuse to eat them, and I took a swig of Thayne's water and took my sketch book out and drew another picture of Brodie.
After 35 minutes of boring lunch the school bell rang for another five seconds,
"What have you got now Brodie?" I asked, we both had English but I just wanted her to talk to me-- Lame isn't it?
"English, I think." She said in her tiny voice, "you should know that," I looked into her multicoloured eyes, grinned and said, "I do," I took her hand and led the way to English.
After the first few boring minutes of getting everything sorted and the roll marked, the head of English interrupted the class with his disgusting, annoying voice.
"Ahem! Good afternoon year 11, I hope you learning a lot today," and as usual the class groaned, and a few of the boys were like, 'yea this is really fun.'
Smartasses...
He continued, "Well, anyway this is, Jade Rush everybody, I trust you all we be nice to her on her first day," once again the smartasses were like 'yeah, yeah nice whatever.'
They annoy the hell out of me, I felt the rage again as it built up in my muscles, than I a split second it stopped the moment I saw her face.
One, my dark brown eyes went hazy red and my vision went blurry.
Two, my veins pulsed and bulged as the adrenaline kicked in.
Three, I punched James Leon right in the nose until it bleed, than I walloped him twice in the jaw until I heard it crack,
"Taylor Andrews! Get outside now!" I heard my math teacher scream in my right ear. I kicked James in the left side and automatically my legs walked to the classroom door, I slammed it on the way out and heard glass crunch
I slouched onto the grey linoleum floor and ran my long tan fingers through my short dyed brunette and blonde hair.
James Leon had kicked my chair one to many times, but I showed him what happens when he kicks Taylor Andrews's chair and he won't never forget it, or at least until the black eye wears off.
I craned my neck up to see what was happening to my war scene and James's best mate Christian Hopper stuck his fat, stubby middle finger at me, I stuck mine back.
Five minutes later Mrs. Turner walked outside the smashed glass door.
"Stand up girl and look me in the eye!" The old goat screeched at me.
Mrs. Turner was never fond of me and I felt the same about her, she was the queen of super bitches, she had a neck like a giraffe and a think face which reminded me greatly of a big bird.
"I'm fine right here Mrs." I said and I smirked. Her face went bright red. And her eyes narrowed.
"You will do as I say young lady or your parents will be notified of this event!" I rolled my eyes and stared into hers, I tried to scare her and I guess it worked because she back stepped a few times.
"Fine, immature little child you stay where you are. You can stay there for your entire lunch as well!" My mouth popped open and I jumped to my feet.
"Stuff that bitch!" and I pushed passed her and left the Math's hall, I was so pissed off I think I dented many innocent walls on my way out.
When I was sitting in our usual spot, under a shady tree in the Oval, the bell began to ring for five seconds.
I waited for my best friends to arrive, first came Kyra Edwards with her Five-year boyfriend, Zachariah "Stitch" Ralph, hand in hand.
Thayne Clearwater was next with his usual Goth looking style, and last but not least my best friend in the whole world, Brodie Hall.
Her parents and my parents have been friends since they started high school, so I had known Brodie since the day I could breathe. She was only two months older than me. But she made a point to bring it up in every argument we had. We had always shared stuff like, secrets and crushes and girl stuff like that.
Kyra Edwards, was the girlie-girl of the group, she was a complete neat freak and always harassed me about my clothing choices, which I saw nothing wrong with. But she always did, whether it was a smudge on my shirt or a crease in my jeans. She had gorgeous light ringlets of blonde hair that reach the bottom of her waist.
Her eyes were an amazing shade of light turquoise that shone in the daylight, today she had on a light cherry tank top with a long-sleeved white undershirt, a petite frilly white and pink mini skirt that showed of her long bronzed legs perfectly.
Next was Zachariah Ralph, we had been calling him Stitch for ages, no one knows who started calling him that but it seems to catch on and soon enough everyone was calling him it.
Stitch had a very slender but muscular frame, he was very athletic and you would always finding him drinking an energy drink and sweating his ass of in a gym somewhere.
He had sandy blonde hair that just touched his shoulders, he was wearing an auburn top with Cruiser written in messy white letters on it, he was always wearing black slack jeans and big black shoes, he had deep yellowish-green eyes with pinpoint pupils that moves like an eagles.
Thayne Clearwater, was the quiet type guy who doesn't like most people company-- With the exception of us. He had a constant Goth style which was a long sleeved black under-shirt with a black top with silver chains painted on it, and he had baggy black pants with big black boots with silver spikes hanging of them. Thayne had long dyed black, straitened hair that hung loosely over one eye. He had dark blue eyes that turned green whenever he got pissed, it was pretty cool.
Ahh, and my bestest ever friend, introducing . . . the great. . . Brodie Hall! Brodie pretty much had the same look as me, we are both pretty normal people, or normal in our own way, who absolutely love the color brown, she and I both dyed our hair brunette and blonde, hers was long, thin and flowed down the middle of her thin back like a beautiful, silk scarf. While mine was about the length of Stitches, I had mine in a tiny ponytail today and she had hers out. Brodie was wearing a sleeveless top, no guess! It was brown, and she had a pair of blue form-fitting jeans on, Alexis had one deep bronze eye while the other was a kind of light, russet brown. She was perfect.
We sat around the tree Stitches arm around Kyra as they were locked into an embrace that made my face hot, I had to look away. Thayne was sitting cross-legged up the trunk of the tree, reading his favorite book-- he had excellent balance. My long arms were around Brodie's gorgeous body.
"I got sent out in class again," I said to my mates, they all groaned and Kyra unlocked herself from Stitch.
"What for now Taylor?" She said, shaking her head.
I told them my wonderful story about how I punched James in the face and how he cried like a little girl, okay maybe I laid it on a bit thick a bit but I still got a hi-five from Stitch and a half-smile from Thayne but a concerned look from Brodie.
"Taylor, don't go and get yourself suspended! Than we would only see you after class," I chuckled, the others joined in.
I ate my green apple, because the red ones taste like shit and I refuse to eat them, and I took a swig of Thayne's water and took my sketch book out and drew another picture of Brodie.
After 35 minutes of boring lunch the school bell rang for another five seconds,
"What have you got now Brodie?" I asked, we both had English but I just wanted her to talk to me-- Lame isn't it?
"English, I think." She said in her tiny voice, "you should know that," I looked into her multicoloured eyes, grinned and said, "I do," I took her hand and led the way to English.
After the first few boring minutes of getting everything sorted and the roll marked, the head of English interrupted the class with his disgusting, annoying voice.
"Ahem! Good afternoon year 11, I hope you learning a lot today," and as usual the class groaned, and a few of the boys were like, 'yea this is really fun.'
Smartasses...
He continued, "Well, anyway this is, Jade Rush everybody, I trust you all we be nice to her on her first day," once again the smartasses were like 'yeah, yeah nice whatever.'
They annoy the hell out of me, I felt the rage again as it built up in my muscles, than I a split second it stopped the moment I saw her face.
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