Partners in Crime and Love

Chapter 1

I struggled myself into my black skinny jeans, and tight blue and purple checkered shirt. I grabbed my black eyeliner and applied some to my blue eyes. Then, I clipped my blonde hair back and brushed my fingers through it. "Sarah, are you ready for school?" my mom said warily from the door. I called her nub though, she could be a nub sometimes. "Yeah, let me get my stuff first." I whispered as I grabbed my binder and Avenged Sevenfold bag. I had woken up a few minutes earlier, because my stupid alarm didn't go off, so as I was tired. I ran out the door, after grabbing a small bowl of sugar coated fruit and a fork. I ate in once I was in the green van with nub. The engine roared to life and we rode all the way to my high school. My first day of high school. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out and pressed talk. "Hello?" I said into my zebra print, keyboard cell phone. "Hey! Ready for your first day of being freshmeat?" my best friend, Cynthia, shouted into the phone. I laughed at her term of freshmeat. She was going to Monacan, and I was going to Thomas Dale. Cynthia was at the specialty center though, I just moved away. We were supposed to go to Manchester High. That was the difference between me and her, she was smart and I wasn't. "Not really. How 'bout you?" I asked, watching houses and trees pass by. "I'm nervous, but I'm also excited. I mean, I get to meet new people and have new teachers and a new school!" she yelled excitedly. "True, but you know me.

I hate meeting new people." I scrunched my nose up and switched my phone to my left hand. "I don't understand that though. But oh well, I got to go. Bell's about to ring." she rushed her words, so I could tell she wasn't lying. "Ok, bye." I said as I hung up the phone. Oh yeah and her school started earlier than mine, so I wasn't going to be late. Nub stopped the car in front of the school and I hopped out. "Love you, have a good day!" she shouted as she pulled away. I took a deep breath, and stepped into a big world of unknown.

"Get out of my classroom!" the teacher shouted. I muttered some bad words and dragged myself out the door. All I did was call her an idiot, she's the one that thought it would be funny to hit me. I sat at the black table outside. There was another dark blue chair next to me, where I put my Avenged Sevenfold bag. I drummed my fingers against the rough surface to pass time. Soon, I heard someone slide into the seat next to me. I turned around to find a prep boy with brown skater hair and brown eyes. "Follow me." he whispered. I checked him out.

He had dark blue jeans and a My Chemical Romance t-shirt on. "Why should I?" I replied harshly and turned back around. "Do you want the principle to see you here and get you suspended? If not, then come with me." he insisted and held out his hand. I hesitated, but finally grabbed his hand and my bag. We ran off towards the doors and burst outdoors. The sun was hot and my hand instantly got sweaty. I hoped this guy didn't notice. For some odd reason, I felt safe around him. More relaxed, and defiantly more open. "So what's your name?" he asked while we walked towards the woods. "Sarah, what's yours?" I replied softly. "Matt.

So, Sarah, what do you wanna do?" he laughed. I giggled and stepped over a fallen tree. "How about we just do nothing except be lazy? That's what I do all day." I suggested, shrugging my shoulders. "Ok. My house or yours?" he asked. "My house, it's closer and my mom is at work." I laughed as we arrived to my road. "There's my house." I pointed towards the two-story white house. "Wow, it is close." he chuckled. We finally reached my house and I opened the door. "Wanna play rock band?" I asked, a toe curling grin spreading across my face. "Sure, I call drums!" he called. "Good cause I play guitar." I yelled from my brightly-colored kitchen. He turned the TV on and got rock band up. I grabbed a cup of applesauce and peeled the top cover off.

I slurped on the cup and put my guitar on. I looked around my living room while Matt picked the songs. It had two red walls and the other 2 were white. The couches were green, while the carpet was white. Sunlight beamed in from our sliding door. "Ok, I'm ready." Matt said. I got ready and I heard the song come on. 21 Guns. I'd done that song so many times, because Cynthia liked it, that I knew all the notes by heart. The moves came to me so fast, it was like an instinct for me. At the end, I got 100% and Matt got 89%. "Don't be sad, nobody can beat the metal girl." I laughed, referring myself to what people tended to call me. "You listen to metal?" he questioned, looking confused. "Yeah, and rock." I whispered, now self-conscience about my music. "Me too.

Just because I look preppy doesn't mean that I can't like metal and rock." he chuckled, reading my mind. "What's your fav band?" I asked, not really believing him. "Machine Head, what's yours?" he replied as he picked the next song. "Avenged Sevenfold. Hey, you wanna hear a song I wrote?" I asked hopefully. "Yeah, I'd like that." he said softly. I led him up the stairs to my room. It was black with my black bed hanging from the bed. My desk was red, matching my red comforter. I picked up my new clear guitar and grabbed a pick. Matt sat on the bed while I sat on the stool to the desk. I placed my hands where they should be and started playing:

Tie a knot on the memory,
Pull it tight so that it doesn't slip away,
For every dream,
There's a string attached
And somebody holding on.

To light a fire,
You need the matches,
To get the reason,
Some search all their lives,
But why do that,
Look what you've got here with me.

Let the rain fall down,
And let it pour,
I don't care if all the thunder and lightning
Shatter all the fragile glass between
The atmosphere and gentle light.
We're living the good life,
So don't sacrifice yourself.

Little girls on the street,
Playing jump rope,
They make a rhythm,
As their feet hit the ground.
Can you hear the sound?
It's steady as the rain,
Every drop will keep me sane.

Listen closely my dear,
And maybe one day you'll hear
The wind calling
Take it to heart.
Don't kill the world for one mistake,
I've made some too,
And I live through it.

Let the rain fall down,
And let it pour,
I don't care if all the thunder and lightning
Shatter all the fragile glass between
The atmosphere and gentle light.
We're living the good life,
So don't sacrifice yourself.

Can I say it,
I can't promise
That the world will go your way,
Like a river,
Life flows its own direction.

Tie a knot on the memory,
Pull it tight so that it doesn't slip away.
Live your moment,
It's ok,
It's a good life.

I finished the last note and sighed. "You wrote that yourself?" Matt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I want to be a famous guitar player and singer when I'm old enough." I told him as I put my guitar away. "That was wonderful." he admitted shyly. "Thanks." I giggled as I turned a deep red. We went back downstairs and played more rock band. "Hey, today was awesome. Wanna do it again sometime?" Matt proclaimed as we stood in the pouring rain. "Of course." I sighed. He kissed me on the cheek, making chills go up my spine. He waved and headed off. I waved back, knowing he couldn't see me. Why was I acting like this?