Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots

I thought that,

Authors note:

     Hello! Welcome to my book. I'm Selena Soda, Sal. I have many names. Anyways, this is a new book I've decided to work on involving my own characters. This may be used as a script for a future animation that will strictly belong to me and the few people that will work on this. This book may or may not be my best work but we shall see what comes of this project.  Have fun reading!

                                                                                                                        Yours Truly,

                                                                                                                                  Soda Mioda

       Maybe it was wasn't regular to have a studio full of weird faces made of clay and different pieces of art work that seem as if it came straight out of a crackhead's lucid dream. But here I am, running my own art business while somehow managing school at the same time. Maybe I'm considered irregular but seriously, who the fuck cares.  I'm not trying to sound like every single teen love story out there so I'll be quick.

The name's Cherry. I go by many names though. Most of my friends, and what I mean by that is my two friends, call me Antoinette. I MAY or may not really like 1700s Europe. I'm into a lot of crazy shit and 1700s France and the witch trials are mainly what my ass is into. I'm 13 and I'm in the Eighth grade. Not too spectacular. I know.

"CHERRY HURRY UP THE BUS IS HERE AND I DON'T WANT YA TO MISS SCHOOL TODAY!!" My brother, Lee yelled with that raspy voice he likes so very much. "OK I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN!"

I put on my old black converse shoes, grabbed my old grey baseball backpack and I was off. Running down the stairs with my black sketchbook in right hand and a breakfast bar in the left.

" Make sure you get ya' self a date tonight." Lee stated.

" Yeah, sure. I'm right on it, Lee." A bored expression on my face as I looked at my brother.

My brother patted my head and kissed me on the forehead. " Have a good day kid." " Thanks, you too bro."

I raced to the bus and there I was, the same routine from yesterday and the day before.  " Antoinette! Hey hey HEY!" I looked over to see my one of two friends whisper yelling. " Antoinette..." They said, stretching out the "e" " Don't worry I'm sitting with you, Ghost."I chuckled.  Oh yeah. I forgot to you about them. That's ghost. A tall shaggy haired idiot who's obsessed with Musical theatre. Pretty cool person.

" Yo Antoinette! Guess what?" Ghost exclaimed.

" Shoot, what's up?"

" Apparently there's this new kid transferring over."

" New Kid? At the end of the fuckin' year?"

" Yeah, pretty sure people consider him to be a "bad boy"."

" Fucking hell."

"I know. It's said that this kid apparently burned down his ex's house."

" You have to be joking at this point. There's no way in hell that this goody two shoes of school would except someone like him here!"

I rose my voice just a little bit too loud cause with my luck, Guess who just walked through the door.

"Goody two shoes? Really?"

A raspy deep-ish voice. The kinda voice you hear in a stupid, lovey- dovey hallmark movie. Although, quite annoying, I was a bit intrigued.

" Yeah, what's it to ya, asshole?"

Raising an eyebrow and his smug ass expression disappearing for only a second, then returning to his poker face said,

" Oh, a lot of things kid. A lot of things."

He looked around for just a moment and then shifted his gaze back towards me.

" Looks like there's no where to sit, oh golly gee!" He exclaimed with an obviously noticeable fake innocent expression.

" Oh my! How will I ever stand on this oh so dangerous vehicle?! I am but a humble, beautiful young woman!" He said making his voice sound higher pitched.

" Oh dear! I might as well sit next to this strong, powerful young man sitting, coincidentally right in front of me!" Pointing his finger at me with left hand and his right resting upon his face.

" Dear god." I mumbled under my breath as I scooted closer to Ghost.

" Thank you young man!" he said in his higher pitched voice once again.

He then proceeded to walk over to the edge of the bus seat and sat himself down.

" Well since we're already sitin' here, why don't ya tell me ya name, kiddo?" 

"Cherry."

"Cherry, huh? like the fruit."

" Yeah, what's it to ya?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." He said with his hands up.

" What's yours then?"

"Richie."

                   Richie huh. Richie, you are one intriguing person.

Authors note.

Yo! Thanks for reading the first chapter. Not sure when the second will come out but ill update soon, hopefully by next Friday. Hope ya enjoy the beginning! Have a good week.

                 

                                                                                                             - Soda Mioda