Chapter 1: Birds

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I just sat there looking at the birds, I've always loved birds, I just don't know why...

I was interrupted by the teacher calling my name.

"Jessica Green!"

"Yes, Mrs.Woods"

"You haven't been paying attention to the board" she pauses and continues "but to the window" she says.

"Sorry , I'll pay attention next time"

"This is your second warning, now, pay attention"

I sigh and as soon as I start pick up my pen, the door flies open, and there enters, the popular, Hunter Valentine, she's got everything any person would want to be, the looks of a model and her amazing personality. She's wearing a black leather pants, a black leathered jacket, black shirt underneath it,and black boots.Her jet black hair was into an edgy pixie cut. She then rolls her sleeves, showing her tattoos. I then start to realize that she's staring straight at me with her piercing grey eyes, and I immediately avert my gaze back to the window. A knock was heard and I turn around to find her standing there while her hand was resting on the table, she then points at the seat beside me, and asks "Mind if I sit here?"

"um.. I guess-I mean- yeah, sure.." I mentally slap myself for stuttering.

She then reaches her hand out which I gladly shook. "Hunter Valentine" she says.

"Jessica Green, but I prefer to be called Jessie"

She mumbles something under her breath and gives me a small smile.

20 minutes later...

5...4...3...2...1

brrrrrrrrring

As the bell rings, I see Hunter rushing to the cafeteria while saying 'this is not good' over and over again, so, being the stalker that I am, well, I begin to follow her and stop when she reaches the end of the hallway. "STOP" she exclaims, grabbing red head by her sleeves who almost the enters to cafeteria.

"What's going on?" says the redhead.

"Let go of the doorknob..." She says quietly almost whispering.

"Why are you whispering?" whispers the redhead confused. Hunter immediately pulls the redhead to the side and grabs the collar of a guy and pushed him towards the cafeteria door, students stop, and suddenly, a massive crowd begins to form. A loud splash was heard and I stand up on my toes to get a better view. Matt also known as the 'prankster' was covered in blue paint and on his head was a bucket. Hunter then grabs Matt's collar and says "Not this time, Matt" and pushes him toward the lockers, the students then start to head off to their classes.She then turns her head to face the redhead.

"You okay, Steph?" She asks.

Steph's eyes widen in shock as she pulls Hunter for a bear hug.

"Thanks again,H" Steph says as she pulls away.

Hunter chuckles and ruffles Steph's hair. "No problem, you should be careful, Steph"

Steph slaps Hunter's hand away. "Yeah, well I've got to go" Steph starts to head to the other direction but before she does that Hunter grabs her arm and turns her around.

"What will you repay me for saving your life for the eleventh time?"

"Wait, you've been counting?-" Steph asks while trying to hold back her laughter.

"Yup" Hunter says as she pops the 'p'.

Unfortunately Steph wasn't able to hold back, and as soon as she starts laughing, everyone in the hallway starts to look at her. After a minute of Steph laughing at Hunter, she finally stops and wipes her tears, a grin plastered on her face.

"I'll give you a cookie" she says.

"Sounds good to me"

Steph then heads to the opposite direction and shouts "See you later!"

"Alligator!" Hunter shouts back. She then turns to face me as she waves her hand at me and then snaps her fingers.

"What?" I snap.

She chuckles, "you do realize that you've been her since break has started and now we're both late for class" I then turn my head and look around as Hunter laughs behind me.

"Wow" was all she says. I just stand there stiff and thought about what just happened. Hunter then starts to walk back to class while leaving me there dumbfounded.

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A/N: So...Greetings! This is my first story here and I really hope you like the first chapter. xoxo
Updates might be slow...really slow... Yeah... :)

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