As I'm walking to meet up with Holden, I start thinking what a jerk Mr.Jerkwall really is.
Why am I even calling him a 'Mr' anyway?
Jerkwall is a world renowned jerk. I hit bulls eye with that nickname.
Honestly he's not worth my time.With that I stop myself from further thinking about the Damien.
"Zoe! Over here."
I turn my head to my far right, and spot him, underneath the willow tree. Honestly I think our spot is super beautiful, it has trees all around, and a river streaming through. Though the river isn't the cleanest, the area is. Our spot doesn't really have a name, but if I were to name it I'd call it Felix. Now the name doesn't have anything to do with the place, but it does with how me, and Holden found it.
It was about 5 years ago, and we were at the park babysitting my sister Molly, and her friend, Annabella. Bella brought her dog with them. The dog was named Felix. The girls decided to 'decorate' his fur while me, and Holden were on the swings. Now I can't imagine why Felix wanted to run away from two four year olds harassing his fur with markers, but he did. He thought it was a good idea to run into the woods so me, and Holden ran after the dog, while Molly tried to stop Annabella's crying. Holden was ahead of me because I've never liked running, and I was terrible at it anyway so he reached Felix before me. But when we got there to say I was shocked was an understatement! The outside of the woods was pretty cryptic, so seeing this huge green area with a river going through it, was pretty cool. Even if the water was dirty, it still seemed pretty cool to my 12 year brain. So our spot was found due to a puppy named Felix running away from two evil four year olds.Now that I think about it, I feel bad for the pup, I know I don't like it when people touch my hair.
Usually when we need to talk or just want to hang out with each other, this is our go to place.
"Holden!"
He pats a spot next to him where he's sitting, and I sit myself down. We sit in silence for a while throwing pebbles in the dirty river until I decide to break the silence.
"Will you give me a piggy back ride?
He looks at his watch, and says "15 minutes."
I give him the look of confusion.
"The amount of time you stayed quite." He explains chuckling. I narrow my eyes at him, and shove him.
One thing everyone should know about me is that I talk a lot. Once I start I can't stop because one topic brings me another. Which then makes me realize I talk a lot, so then I begin talking about how much I talk. Then sometimes I break into random song too. I'm pretty weird! My mind is just filled with thoughts, it's hard not to voice them!
"You know it's hard for me not talk, you big oaf!"
"Oaf? Really Zoe?" He replies laughing, in which I shove him again.
He puts his hand in surrender, and I get up. Folding my hands over my chest, I narrow my eyes into slits, and tap my right foot on the ground impatiently. Seeing as Holden's my best friend he understood what I wanted, and pulled out a bag of skittles. As a result my eyes light up, and I instantly smile, and grab them from his hand. Usually when we hang out at Felix, he brings me my bag of skittles, it's a tradition. I eat the skittles merrily, while Holden, and I talk. My phone rings in my back pocket, and I pull it out only to see a text from an unknown number.
Hey, me Zena, and Everly are at the park meet us there!
from- your favorite
My eyebrows knit together in confusion, but then it dawns me. Mr.Jerkwall. Obviously it was him, but I did want to go to the park. I haven't gone in ages!
"Holden I want my piggyback ride!" I demand
"No." He answers.
"Please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on top!" I say as I fold my hands together.
His smile gives away his answer has he tells me to hop on. So now we walk to the park, while I'm eating skittles. Once we reach the park, I see three figures. Once we near closer, I see that they are Everly, Zena, and Damien.
A/N
I'm terrible at updating, and I'm super sorry! I realize this was a crappy chapter, and it's pretty short, I will try to get better at this...please like, and vote!
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ChickLitHi my name is Zoe and this is my story. Everyday the halls of Rockwood High are filled with chatter but what school isn't? Rockwood High isn't a cliche high-school with cliques. This isn't 'Mean Girls.' At this high-school everyone talks to everyon...