What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 1

Stella's POV:

Most people would call me sort of a rebel. Well I mean, most adults. Teenagers thought of me as normal. I have a lot of friends, don't do drugs, don't drink (except parties), don't steal....my only problem is my attitude. It can be a real pain in the ass. I guess i'm just a very straight forward, real person and some people, mainly teachers, couldn't handle it. My teachers didn't like me very much because I wasn't afraid to speak my mind, so they decided to make my life hell. Therefore, I happened to not show up for class quite often. As I walked down the hallway of Yreka high school, I wondered what my 5th period was doing. Who cares. My phone buzzed in my pocket just when I reached my locker. It was from my best friend and partner in crime, Kyland. She was basically my other half and we did almost everything together.

From Kyland:

I'm coming. Don't worry!

From Stella:

Hurry your butt up.

I locked my phone and smiled. I turned to my locker and opened it. Inside hung a jacket and tee shirt while my books and notebooks sat at the bottom. I switched out my school notebooks for my notebooks in which I wrote stories and my sketch pad, then slid them into my bag and shut the door. Footsteps tapped down the hall towards me, so I turned my head. Kyland walked up to her locker which happened to be right next to mine. When people ask who my best friend is, it's easy to explain. She has dark brown hair that falls pin straight to her mid waist, dark brown eyes, and olive toned skin. At the moment, she was wearing a dark brown pea coat, dark blue skinny Jeans, black vans, and her hair was in a tight, but cute bun. She switched her books out as I had and slammed her locker.

" Ready?" She asked, smiling at me. I nodded my head and twirled my car keys on my finger. Who needs class when you have a big city and a car?