Book One: Something Old

Chapter One

As I rush down the hallway, I can feel my hair flail loosely behind me, and I have to adjust my messenger bag continually. When I reach my locker, I stuff the heavy school bag filled with multi-colored folders and textbooks into the old red vault. A sigh escapes past my lipstick tinted lips as I finally lock the door and then march outside.

"Hey, Lee! We hanging tonight?"

My head snaps to the left of the almost empty parking lot. My best friend, Jeremy Kent, is leaning against his car with his current girlfriend hanging off his arm.

I raise an eyebrow, "Just us?" My eyes shift to the redhead staring at me. A smile blooms across my face when he laughs, "I was thinking the whole group."

"Great! See you at home?"

"Be there in a few."

I nod at his reply before walking to the parking lot's front, looking for a particular yellow convertible. A honk makes my ears ring, and I raise a single eyebrow when the car stops directly in front of me.

"Get in, loser."

Rolling my eyes, I slide in the leather passenger seat and pull my hair up into a loose bun. When I finished getting situated in the vehicle, I turn towards the driver with a wide smile.

"How was your day," Sarah asks me.

"Stressful as hell," is my reply.

PSAT's can do that to you, I suppose. They make you go insane with nerves and anxiety. I have to remind myself that I'm not taking them yet; I am just studying, which is still nerve-racking.

"I imagine so," Sarah adds with a small smile. Sarah Mickey has dark hair and green eyes that always sparkle with mischief. Laughing lines are starting to form on her face, and she is the type of person to make you smile any given day. She is my best friend. I swear we were sisters in a past life. At the age of twenty-three, she has the heart of a little kid. Her fiancé claims I'm more mature, at the age of sixteen, than she'll ever be.

Pulling up outside a white farm-house with red roses blooming by the porch, I turn to her with a smile and drop my left eye in a wink, "Call you later tonight?"

Sarah waves in agreement and then backs out of the driveway. As I'm fiddling with the door, I hear another car pull into the long driveway.

"Damn, Sarah drives slow," Jeremy laughs once he jumps out of his car. I roll my eyes and call over my shoulder, "No, you just drive like a lunatic."

We walk into the house, pushing and tripping one another on our way to the kitchen. Jeremy grabs my waist and throws me on the couch in the living room, and bolts to the kitchen while his laughter booms throughout the house. I huff and grab a throw pillow to chuck in his direction, "cheater!"

I settle for grabbing the television remote and turning on the game console while he raids the cabinets and fridge. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a week, so his search will most likely be disappointing.