Again, please comment, I'd really appreciate it.
(One section is definitely not taken/partially paraphrased from Keefe's art commentary in Unlocked.... And if it were, it's most definitely not noticeable....)
Waking up, I felt as lousy as I do every morning. But I knew that I'd have to put on a happy front like usual, because nobody wants to be around a Debbie Downer. And my father would punish me for not upholding his image, and- in his words -making people think that my parents aren't taking care of me good enough. So this is what I did after getting out of bed and getting ready- put on a face that says I'm fine and that I love how every aspect of my life is going.
I went downstairs to an empty house, not surprised that both of my parents were already gone. It would be more shocking if they were actually home- especially my mother. Like every other day, I grabbed a quick breakfast of an apple and plain bagel before heading out the needlessly fancy door. I turned sixteen last month, making me legally old enough to drive. I immediately got my license, happy to never have to beg my parents for a ride or walk somewhere far away ever again. Luckily, although making me feel like I'm in an alternate reality, my parents bought me a car. Probably to have to deal with me even less than the bare minimum.
So I have the good fortune of driving a beat up, used, absolutely covered with little scratches (I think it was in a wreck before I got it), blue truck to school. Meanwhile, my best friend, Fitz Vacker, drives a brand new red ferrari to school. Our parents are both pretty rich, but not as nice. Although Della and Alden Vacker do treat Fitz exponentially better than his younger sister Biana, so their niceness is sort of twisted.
Still. Those two are nicer to me than my own parents, so I've never brought it up. I do try to be nicer to Biana, though. I include her even if Fitz tries to exclude her to extreme lengths. She's really nice, even if everyone thinks she's spoiled and bratty. She can't just change what people think of her, unfortunately. Especially when her parents kind of fully embody how people see her and what they expect of her. I can't abandon the only family I've ever really known, because that would destroy me beyond repair. And especially since that means I would be leaving Biana all alone with people who basically hate her.
Arriving at the extremely crowded school ripped me away from these thoughts, by distracting me with crowds of people swarming about the front lawn. That's what I get for getting to school just before it starts, I guess. As guessed, Fitz was the center of the biggest of these crowds. He had his arm slung around a blonde girl, likely his newest 'girlfriend'. That'll probably last a week, two at most. I swear, this guy goes through girls like my dad goes through hair gel.
My dad spends FOREVER making sure not one hair is out of place. I timed how long it takes him to smooth down every strand of hair once. (I was grounded, okay? There wasn't a whole lot else to do!) Thirty. One. Minutes. And I wish I were making it up, but he winked at himself in the mirror before stalking away. Oh how I wish it were storm-windy that day.
I parked next to him and hopped out, the truck door clicking as I locked it. Walking over in his direction, I shouted, "Hey, Fitzy, wait up!" He turned, the girl on his arm rotating with him, to look at me. A snobby face was what looked back at me. God, he gets aggravating sometimes. Not to mention his clear anger issues.
"Hello Keefe." His tone of voice seemed distant, something that had been happening gradually since we started high school two and a half years ago. The girl on his arm was gazing up adoringly at him, oblivious to the fact that he would break up with her within the week.
Because I arrived at the last possible minute, like usual, the bell rang before I had a chance to try to start up a conversation- no matter how meaningless it may have been. I ran away from Fitz, shouting a quick farewell, running to my next class (I didn't really have to, but where's the fun in being normal?).
On my way to the science classroom I have first period in, I ran into a girl. When she looked up, her deep brown eyes- streaked with gold throughout the warm chestnut brown -widened at the sight of me.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to run into you. I'll grab my books and get out of your way." She was already kneeling on the ground and picking up her dropped textbooks, her golden hair turning into a sheet that encircled her face.
"No, don't apologize. I was the one who wasn't looking where I was going and crashed into you. I'm the one who's sorry." My class being entirely forgotten now, I crouched on the floor to help her pick up her excessive amount of books. Seriously, is she just carrying around all her books for the entire day?
"Thanks for helping me...." She trailed off once we were both on our feet, looking at each other.
"Keefe. Keefe Sencen." I supplied for the ridiculously beautiful girl. She wasn't exactly pretty in the way of well-applied makeup, or even a naturally perfect look. I could see huge eye bags under her eyes, her lips were super chapped, a small patch of acne was on her chin, strands of hair were out of place all over, and her close were slightly rumpled from running into me and having to kneel down to get her books. To me- she was perfect.
"Sophie Foster." she said back with a small grin. A grin that made me want to be the person to make her smile like that all the time. But that's stupid, it would never happen. I don't have enough good luck to think something like that would happen for me.
"Are you new? I haven't seen you around here before." I desperately hoped that she hadn't been here for years, and that I'm not just a jerk who notices absolutely nothing around me. Although, I feel like I would've noticed her.
A feeling of relief flooded me at her shy reply of, "Yes, actually. I just moved here from San Diego not too long ago. I hadn't been enrolled into a school until now, though."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Foster. I hope to see you around soon." I gave her a crooked smirk and finger guns while carefully walking backwards a few steps, before turning and rushing to the class I had been going to before that wonderful distraction.
I'd only just met her, but I knew that Foster was different than anyone I'd ever met. Oh, how right I'd been.
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FanfictionThe main KotLC characters as humans who have to learn how to all get along to get a good grade on their final history project- which is worth half their grade. Can they all manage to get along in their groups, and maybe even all become friends? (Plu...
