The Tales of Paige and Spencer

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Chapter 1

I see Paige's brown hair wisp out of the back window of the truck.

We are in her fathers trucks bumping along the country side road.

I suddenly hear a crisp voice from the back of the truck.

"Are you coming out or not?"

Paige was always so much more of a daredevil the me.

I start to crawl out of the back window into the pickup part of the truck.

"There you go. Oh, and bring the Orange Cream Bars!"

Orange Cream Bars are our favorite snack and it has been since we were three years old.

I swear. My mom has boxes entitled "Spencer and Paige's Orange Cream Bars" packed with photos of us sitting on a dusty blue chair eating them.

As we road down the bumpy country road in our little Kansas town, Goodland.

The name Goodland may not be the best name to describe our town.

It wasn't good at all. With a population of less than 5,000 there was barely anything around. Paige and I attended Grant Junior High School. Even though there was only about 150 kids there, we hated most of them. And the others? We didn't really know. There were bullies, annoying kids, jerks, assholes, druggies, and tons of other horrible people. There wasn't a mall, and there were only a few stores.

And in Goodland, there wasn't much land either. And of the few land there was, 80% of the land was country. Empty country. Paige and I lived in then country too.

Even though life in Goodland may sound horrible, for some reason, for Paige and I, it was actually quite enjoyable. Maybe not at Grant Junior High School, but our little country life was great. Paige and I spent the day swinging on tire swings and swimming in lakes. Running on the gravel roads and sitting and talking in the fields. Drinking pink lemonade and making up games. Life was good in our summer days like today.

As paige and I were wiping off the melted cream bar from our hands, the car began to bump. It had been bumping the whole time but this time it was different.

It was more forceful and large this time.

And with one large bump, I went flying from the back of the truck. The truck came to a vicious stop and made a large noise, but I could hear Paige's loud laugh over all of it.

"Thanks for your concern," I sarcastically say as Taz, Paige's dad, and Paige rush to see if I'm alright, even though there both laughing.

"Lighten up man," Paige replies back to me, and we all share a good laugh.

"I checked the car and it broke down guys. Were only two miles away from home, I want you guys to run home and get Molly. (Molly is Paige's mom.)

Paige and I start to causally walk through the country fields.

Paige seems to be out of herself. She's quiet and acting mopey.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

Suddenly she looks up at me with a frown. "I need to tell you something serious," Paige tells me.

Paige? Serious? This must be important.

She leans into my ear, and opens her mouth to tell me something.

She takes a big breath, and then with a forceful shove, pushes me down.

"Last one to get home is a rotten egg!" I hear coming from a distance.

But when I look up, Paige is already at least 20 feet in front of me.

"I'M COMING!" I shout at her and I begin to run in the direction of our little neighborhood.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 10, 2014 ⏰

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