Revenge

Chapter 1

"Friendship... is not something you learn at school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything."
-Muhammad Ali

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1 week before -

Beep. Beep. Beep. That was the sound of the new day pleading teens to wake up. To wake up to face the new day; the new horrible day. Why is it horrible, you ask? First of all, it was Monday. A start of a new week, a fresh start, but most of all, the starting line of a new week school. Nothing lasted for long, especially the breaks. And to top it all off, it was a new trimester.

Gwen, a fifteen year - old teen, was about to awaken to go to school. Of course, it was even worse than you can imagine. Spring break had just ended, which also means the end of sleeping in until one in the afternoon, no more spending the whole day texting and talking on the phones, and worst of all, no more staying up late watching The Walking Dead until five in the morning.

Gwen's eyes fluttered open, and a groan escaped her throat. She flung her right hand over and searched her alarm clock with her fingertips. She pressed a single button, and the terrible shrieking noise ended. Her hair was knotted like a rat had made its nest in her hair overnight, and her makeup was smeared across her eyes from the night before.

She slowly pulled her covers down, swung her legs over her bed, and trudged groggily over to her bathroom.

It took three trips, but after seven minutes, Gwen's knotty brown hair was sleek and smooth, she was fully dressed in a blue and white and black plaid H&M T-shirt, some dark blue Rue21 jeans with holes, a long tan genuine leather belt, and some black converse sneakers that traveled up to her ankle.

She grabbed her neon blue backpack, her white iPhone 5c from her charger, stuffed it in her back pocket, and headed downstairs.

As Gwen neared the bottom of the stairs, she could hear her father's footsteps shuffling around.

Adam was his name. He was in his early thirties with blonde hair with a few tiny microscopic strands of gray. His eyes were dark brown, and his hair was shaggy. I bet you're saying to yourself "Hey, he must be a pretty cool dude," and you're right. He was probably the best father you could have.

Adam is Gwen's biological father, and married her mother in 1998. Her mother was Amber; a young woman (late twenties, 29 to be exact) with long black hair and pure hazel eyes. She died on June 29, at 2:53 am from a car crash. Gwen was only five years, but she remembered it like it was yesterday.

It all happened in a blur, but it what somewhat like this:

Amber had just got off work at 2:45 from a late shift at Doernbechers Children's Hospital in the ICU (she worked as a nurse there) and was driving home in her silver Honda. She stopped at a red light at a four way intersection, like a proper driver.

Meanwhile, a drunk man that went by the name Robert Drapela was speeding down the intersection lane to the left.

As luck would have it, the light turned green, and Amber stepped on the pedal. As Robert sped down the highway, he ran the red light and collided with the side of Amber's car. Sparks flew everywhere, and the silver car was no more. It tumbled down the street until it hit a lamp post; the car upside down.

Luckily, there was a police man by the 7-11 parking lot and experienced the whole thing. He quickly darted over to the accident, but it was too late.

Amber had been impaled in the chest with a giant shard of glass. Blood poured everywhere, as the man tried to put pressure on the wound. As Gwen's mother hung onto her last breath, she managed to say one more sentence.