The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side (NOT FINISHED)

Chapter 1

          Many people would agree that I, Katie Chevrolet (yes, like the car), am an introvert. I don't like to stand out in big crowds, and I try to stay quiet whenever I can. The only thing is, I know lots of people and I live in a small town in France, by the name of Aldenboté.

          Some background information on me; I love cars (the last name should give you an idea), I have light brown hair and hazel eyes. I am fluent in French, because I have lived in France almost my whole life. I first moved to Aldenbotè when I started 1st Grade. Me and my three best friends, Chris (short for Christian) Zimmer, Carathea Tertinceki, Sam Berkely, and Tobias Renithicia.

           I walk up the pathway to Chris' house to meet everyone else. I was late by virtue of the subway being out of order. Chris lives on the other side of Aldenbotè from where I live.

          Aldenbotè is located in the southwest part of France. Right on the shore. There is a small river with little to no current that is thin, and leads right to the Atlantic. My house is on the west side of town and the river that connects to the Atlantic is in my backyard. Me, Carathea, and the boys always go surfing at Concore Beach. It's a small beach on the Atlantic.

          I barge through the door. "Hey guys!" I say with a smile. They all reply, giving me a warm greeting. "What's the plan for today?" I try to start a conversation, but everyone goes silent. "Guys?" I follow. They all look at each other, whispering. Tobias begins to talk. "Hey. So uh, so Katie. So you know Sarah, right?" I nod in agreement. "Obviously..." I roll my eyes. "Yeah well uh... How do I say this? She may be my girlfriend." Tobias finishes his statement and I stand there, silent. My sister? How could my best friend be dating my sister? What is wrong with him? I try to stay calm. "Oh. That's cool." That was indeed not cool, I just didn't know how to respond. He starts to say something then stops. Then he tries again and stops. "I'm really sorry." He finally blurts. I begin to display a face of being stunned. Because I am. It's my fault, isn't it? No Katie. How could you blame yourself for something your friend did? I have no choice but to turn around and go back out the front door. I speed walk back to the train station. "Arrête!" Chris yells at me while running after me. "I'm so sorry about that, we wanted to tell you as soon as possible-" I stop him. "No! You didn't want to tell me. Or... or maybe you did. Je ne sais pas! But you kept it from me is what matters. We're Amis Pour Toujours! You can't keep that from me." I blurt out. He looks at me, ashamed. His eyes sparkle in the sunlight and it allows me to remember how much he really cares about me. How can I hate him? He's such an angel. He's too perfect.