The car engine buzzed beneath Zoe's feet as her car sped down the community roads that one way or another, led to her school. The old stereo was blaring music, and the fast, irregular pace matched Zoe's heart beat for beat as she imagined the horrors waiting for her at school. What if I didn't study the right things? There's bound to be some trick question from the textbook I won't get. I hope That I get to talk to the teacher about the-. Her thoughts were cut off abruptly as she slammed on the brakes, narrowly missing a red light. The car behind her honked it's horn at her carelessness. Yeah, I know, Zoe thought. I don't need you to tell me too. The light turned green and she hit the gas, eager to get away from the heckler behind her. She made a sharp left, and made her way to another stoplight. The route from there to her school was simple. Turn right, stop at the sign. Look both ways, Go straight, turn left, and turn into the parking lot, making sure to check both blindspots before parking. She ran through the directions in her head, still nodding along to the music. Zoe arrived at school at 9:15, only fourty-five minutes before her first exam in biology. She carefully parked her car inbetween a souped-up Chevy and a bright pink Jeep. The car turned off much easier than it had started up, and caused no additional delay as Zoe stepped out and locked it. Zoe looked up at the school.
It towered over her as one of the biggest schools in the country, with 10,000 square feet and two campuses. Equally big was the school sign, which read in big bold letters:
FOREST PARK SECONDARY SCHOOL
Home of the Caribou!
Zoe rolled her eyes at the sign, which sported a cheery looking cartoon caribou, just in case you didn't read the sign. She pushed open the glass doors and wandered down the linoleum tiled hallways, bee-lining for her locker. one more year, She thought, then I'll be out of this hell-hole they call a school. A few students littered the hall where her locker was locaed, which caused her face, which was currently showing a look of disgust and angst, to return to a blank slate that was mandatory for public interaction at her age.
The people payed her no attention as she quietly walked down the hall and stopped at locker number 1598. Without hesitation, she started turning the number lock attatched to the door to the numbers 4, 15, and 27. The number of hamsters I had as a kid, How old I was the first time I went to a concert, and my lucky number, she thought to herself. The memories made her half-smile, and warmed her thoughts from failing her finals to a whole summer to do nothing afterwards. She gingerly removed the lock and swung open her locker, revealing a neatly organized locker of textbooks, binders, and gym clothes. a mirror hung on the inside of the door, with the name ZOE written in pink rhinestones. she stopped to check herself in it before pulling out a textbook and a binder, both labeled 'BIOLOGY'. She closed the door and replaced the lock, spinning it so that the dial landed on the number 6. Zoe turned to start walking out of the hallway, when suddenly, her world became black.
"Guess who?!" A voice said. Zoe smirked and pulled the hands off her eyes.
"God, Mill, you scared me half to death!"
Zoe turned to see her friend Millie standing behind her, beaming. She was a little bit taller than zoe, but the Combat boots she wore to school every day boosted her height to noticeably taller. Her Blond hair was woven into two braids going down her head and over her shoulders, which reminded Zoe of Heidi. she wore a black tank top with a jean jacket, and matching jeans, and on her feet were her signature boots.
"Ready for exams?"
"Not in the slightest, and not quite sure how you are."
"I drank a shit-ton of coffee this morning." Millie laughed. Her scientifically impossible boobs bounced slightly as she laughed, and once again, Zoe felt jealous of her friend. Before she could let her jealousy fester, Millie grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the hall.
"C'mon! Let's get there early so we can get the best seats!"
Zoe sighed and went along as she was dragged to her doom.
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Nap Time
Teen Fiction16 year old Zoe is your average girl. She has friends, drives a car, and hates school with a passion almost as fiery as her hair. But one night, tragedy strikes as Zoe slips into a coma after an accident. Unbeknownst to everyone else, she lives in a...
