Precious Souls

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

   “Ivy! Ivy!” I heard my best friend, Ally, calling my name from across the street. She’s a bubbly kind of person. I don’t recommend being with her when she digests tons of soda.

   Ally was a dirty blonde (more on the blonde side), and had blue-gray eyes. Who said blondes were stupid? She wanted to become a lawyer, for Pete’s sake! Anyway, she was still lazy as can be, but I tried every now and then to put her back in place. Ally had peach skin, which was way sensitive. If she were outside for more than one hour without sunscreen, then she received horrible and painful sunburns. She also played softball and other sports, which gave her an athletic and fit body, but she was horrible at art.

As for me, I had ocean blue eyes, light brown hair, and a medium complexion. I wasn’t too into sports, but I was pretty decent. Ally and I both shopped at Aeropostale, JCPenny, and all those other stores. I had never in my life missed a day of school, or gotten in trouble, and I wasn’t going to. As I told you, I fit in well, as in I wasn’t bullied or made fun of. So, yeah. That’s pretty much all there is to me.

Feeling exhausted and tired, I didn’t stop for Ally and walked on ahead.

   “Ivy! Wait up!” she whined. I listened as her light footsteps came running up behind me, almost knocking me over.

“Geez, Ally, you’re going to knock me out!” I exclaimed, amused as Ally fought to regain her balance from our collision.

“Sorry, but you wouldn’t wait up. And I missed the bus. Hey, so did you study for the big exam today?” she asked me, nudging me in the shoulder.

“Of course. You think I’d want to flunk the exam?” I retaliated.

“Nah, you always study,” Ally told me.

“Did you study?” I already knew the answer.

“Nope,” she told me simply. “I’ve got it all in here,” she added, poking her finger to her temple. “Besides, when do I ever study?”

“Since never,” I sighed, and we continued walking on the gray sidewalk towards our school.

Ally and I go to school at Coralscene High. We fit in pretty okay, considering everyone in our grade knows who we are and knows we’ve been here as long as they have. One weird factor about Coralscene High is that even though it’s a public school, it doesn’t look like it. The lawns are perfect, the bushes are green, fresh, and healthy, and even the teachers and principle are sharp looking, as if they’d had a meeting with the President of the United States. Which, they didn’t.

Ally and I finally made it to Coralscene High, considering the fact that the buses didn’t pick up anyone over half a mile from the school. Every day, rain or shine, snow or sleet, fog or hale, we would walk a mile to our school, which somehow maintained its perfect traits just fine. No doubt the classes were difficult either, but we’d had our fun.

Just as the second bell rang, Ally and I pushed into our homeroom and collapsed into the two seats we always sat in. I dumped my bag onto the floor.

“Good morning, good morning,” our homeroom teacher, Mr. Hansen called to everyone in the room as he entered. He looked positively flustered, his nearly bald head shining from the bright lights, his tan briefcase overfilling with papers that were supposed to be corrected the day before. Numerous students took advantage of Hansen because he was easily put under pressure, but he was nevertheless pretty easygoing.

“Yo, Mr. Hansen!” called Jack Portland, an obnoxious jock with sandy blond hair. “Do we get extra credit on our tests if we bring our own pencils?”