Lost.

Chapter One

*school bells ringing*

"Time for second period", says Kaylie.

"Well, let's get to it", says Chanel-the 17 year old that lives in the same house as her, taken in by the same foster mother, Caroln Rose.

"I really don't want to go, can't we just wait until lunch?"

"No! We missed our morning classes three times last week. Plus, we ditched first period today. Let's just go."

"Ok, but I can't promise you I won't sleep through every lesson."

That's typical Kaylie for you, always have to get the last word in. A hot head and could just smoke marijuana and drink O'douls Beer until about 12pm. She did have a hard life though, she was made this way. Never being rewarded for being a naturally good person, can turn someone into the exact opposite. Chanel may only be 17 and not have everything on the right path for herself, but she made a promise to herself and to K that they were going to try their best to be their best. Not having it all figured out, of course they'll make some mistakes along the way. Chanel's not really afraid of her mistakes and their consequences, she fears more that Kaylie will choose to not learn from those incidents on purpose. Kaylie likes to be the 'until-then-I'm-going-to-do-what-I-want' type. Ugh! Frustrating but Chanel loves her to death, and will have her back no matter what.

Kaylie:

I'm not sure why Chanel keeps trying to make me go to school and actually listen to what these teachers are saying. They ain't telling me a damn thing I want to hear. Always saying how our future is up to us, even they know that's a lie. If you're not born fortunate, you won't be fortunate. That's just how it goes. School is lame as hell. They don't teach you the benefits of Indica and Sativa at South Shore-the high school Chanel and I attend in Flatbush, Brooklyn, NY. I love her though, even more because we got high instead of going to first period. Weed always seems to keep my mind at ease in stinky shore.

*walking the green hall, yes our school halls are color coded.. yes I know that it's lame.*

"Well here goes Johnson and you know he likes to get on my nerves on purpose."

"Okay girl, see you at lunch." Chanel replies laughingly at K.

"Ok," K says as they part for the next few hours.