The Last Wave I Encountered

Chapter 1

Please do not read this book if you are not easy with suicide and death in general... thanks.

I always moved growing up, becoming more quiet and to myself every time, so when I got to high school I barely spoke a word besides the people I have let in to my life and that list wasn't very long. It was just other people I knew that were as quiet as me and that's how I liked it. I had my small select group I hung out with and I was okay with that. They were like opposites of me, easygoing, funny, loud but they were also a lot like me smart, quiet, nerdy, book lovers, smart alecs, artist and writers. Recently I found out at almost the end of freshman year that here, at Jackson High was where I was going to finish high school at.

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It's noon and I was sitting at our lunch table outside in the court yard when out of nowhere Bekah showed up yelling my name with a odd smirk on her face.

"Mai!" she yelled.

"What?" I answered paying more attention to my book in hand. " Tonight's the wrestling match. J-high versus Holt; you should come," Bekah said in a whining tone. I put down my book and rolled my eyes. " Since when did you enjoy watching wrestling? Why should I go anyway?" I huffed and stayed looking at her as she plopped down into the seat. She took a breath, her dark hair falling in her face. "I have to watch my brother and I don't want to be alone at the game." "Fine, I'll go." She jumped around the table hugging me. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She excitedly said. I laughed, "Your welcome."
The rest off school was pretty boring. Math we did exponents in equations. Then in English with my favorite, we read the Iliad. (Still didn't care for the book) Finally I had swim witch I thought personally was one of my things I couldn't live without.
Later that night I got ready to leave. Knock! Knock! Knock! "One second!" I yelled, finishing putting in my Bobby pin into my purple and blue hair to pull it back on one side. (I was trying to grow out the stupid Bob.) I went and opened the door. "Hey," I smiled. "Hey. Come on my brothers driving us there. Hope you don't mind," Bekah said pointing to the old  black beat up car while brushing her hair back from her face. I smiled, " It's fine,"  and then followed her to the car. I opened the door and hopped in the back seat.

"Thanks," I said putting my seat belt on. "No problem, after all you are my sister's friend. Kinda have to be nice, plus I haven't met you yet," he said nudging Bekah. "Elijah you can shut up," she smirked. The ride there they talked about random things from old memories to who could kick each others buts at video games. Even though they act all annoyed by each others present you could see that they cared for each other. Not many siblings could do that.
We arrived at the high school about fifteen minutes latter. The high school was almost 200 years old it was so beautiful; the stone walls encased a almost year of memories. We pulled In to the back end of the high school. "Thanks," I said to Elijah while hopping out of the car. "No problem," Elijah said grabbing his bag out from the trunk, " I got to go. Bekah watch your friend." She laughed, "Will do," as he ran inside. "He's a charmer," I said to Bekah. "Get used to it. On the bright side it isn't my younger brother." I laughed, "True."

We walked to the building. "It's this way," Bekah pointed. I followed her into the doors, then I followed her up the stairs to go inside to the gym. We found seats in the surprisingly busy gym. This many people here to watch people get pinned to the ground. Wow...

"Wow! It's packed full." I said looking a round. "It is. Biggest game of the season," she nodded in agreement making here long Brown hair cover half her face. Annoyed she quickly brushed it behind her ears.
We quickly took a seat at the middle bleachers. The first opponent was a slender guy versus a more built guy. I never understood the point to tackle the other one down. One after another Jackson was beating Holt majorly. then the last guy came on everyones favorite from the sounds.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Noah Woodard. He's like the captain of the football team except he is the wrestler version; every girl falls for him," Bekah huffed rolling her eyes, "I don't see how though. He ain't even cute; I also heard he's a player." He wasn't that bad looking, he had more built body, and from the looks the cute longer short guy hair cut. "Player huh?" She shot a glance at me. "If you fall for him watch your back for my sake." "Will do." He took down the opponent from Holt quickly but, smoothly. He was something. Something I will end up regretting liking in the end.