Claire Wilson catches the eyes of 3 new students at Stoke High School. As they get closer, new lies & truths begin to unfold and Claire doesn't know how she's going to live normally after finding out things she's not supposed to know. In addition to...
Claire Wilson is the average 14 year old girl in her city, recently attending Stokes High School. With little to no friends at her crappy private school, she finds comfort in the hands of her family. May Wilson, her mother, working as a lawyer out of town, often jokes about how Claire was destined to be her daughter since she was born on May 5, 2010. Her dad, Brandon Wilson, working as a doctor, is seldom seen at her house or school events, but Claire always treasures the time given with him. The girl's older brother, Carson Kent Wilson, a 10th grader at her school as well, always has time to tease his younger sister or teach her some skateboard tricks (although it's quite obvious she's not into it). Claire was perfectly fine living her boring life until a trio decided to make it more fun (and confusing).
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"Kent! Hurry up downstairs, I already made breakfast!" I yelled to my brother as he lunged down the stairs. "Woah, blended fruits?" he asked, seemingly unfamiliar with the term 'smoothie bowls'. "It's a smoothie bowl, but whatever. Bring that to school, we're gonna be late!" I said, swinging my backpack onto my shoulders while I stepped out the front door. I heard Carson locking the door and skating towards me with a coconut bowl in his hand. "I might as well eat this in class. Anyways, I haven't seen you using the skateboard I gave you for your birthday?" Kent mumbled, pushing the board with his right foot. I gave him a glare, "you know I don't like skating. I keep on falling and my skirt flies every time a breeze of wind hits." "Well, don't wear a skirt! Wear some jeans or something. I'll help you learn, I promise," he begged. For a short moment, I felt bad for my older brother. Ever since we moved out of the town we both grew up in for years, we lost contact with our friends. He's usually out skating with his group to stop by the local 7-Eleven or something, but now he just lies on the floor while pressing his thumbs on a video game console. "Fine, but only on weekends," I say, a tang of guilt hidden beneath my words. The rest of the journey was silent, with the sounds of wheels rotating and birds chirping accompanying the both of us. I felt nervous to attend a school I'm barely familiar with. I didn't even know the name of it until a week ago. My eyes focus on the grey-patched sidewalk as I drag my feet. Tidying up my lace-trimmed pointelle top and knife-pleated skirt, I kept my vision on the ground below me. Soon enough the sign 'Stokes High School' was visible and we rushed inside just as the bell rang.
My first period was maths, which wasn't too bad. The teacher introduced herself as Ms.—-. We learned about —- and after that was history. Mr. Dean went straight to the point to discuss his 'conspiracy theories' about mythical beings or whatever that was in the first few minutes of class until this girl started asking way too much questions about it. I'm thankful she made him stutter, as he ended his discussion a few seconds later.
DING DING
The bell rang shortly after English, signaling it was lunch time. I packed my bags and stuffed everything in the locker, when a familiar voice made me turn my head. "Hey, I forgot to pack the lunch you cooked for me...haha...can I borrow a few dollars?" Kent asked with his stupid guilty face. "Are you serious Kent? I woke up early for you. The noodles I cooked for you are probably molding as we speak. Go ask your friends or whatever." I replied, with an annoying face smothered all over me. "Ugh c'monnn just a few bucks! Ralph can share his lunch with me if I pay him three dollars," my brother pouted. "Hey, why're you disturbing her?" a boy with - shirt intervened. Was he in my math class? Before Carson could say anything, I spoke, "he isn't disturbing me, thanks." "Well, if he is, then just call me. I'm in your math class, Dylan Helsing." I nodded and waved him goodbye as he walked away. "Jeez, what's his problem?" Kent said. "Shut up and go eat," I gave him a $5 bill while taking my lunch out of my bag.
