On The Run

Chapter 1

Present Day:

Skyler's P.O.V

Summer. That's all that's on anyone's mind. It's the last day of school before we break up for the summer. No ones listening to Mr Dandy talk about the 1800's. And to be quite honest, I don't really think he's listening to himself. He's just staring at the forever ticking clock that slowly approaches 3 o'clock, jabbering on and on about something to do with the American West.

Whispers dart round the room about a house party at a guy called Tom's tonight. There's supposedly a rather large amount of alcohol there. So i can guarantee that 95% of the kids in my year will be there. Which makes me all the more reluctant to go.

"Please come with me Skyler!" Emily pleads.

"No." I say stubbornly.

"Come on! I'll be your best friend forever!" She carries on as she tugs a hold of my arm, causing me to draw a huge black pen scribble along my notes.

"I thought you already were! And look at what you've done to my work!" I hiss.

"Oh my god Skyler! Your seventeen. For gods sake, live a little will you?" She whispers sharply as she notices Mr Dandy scowling at her.

"Why would I want to go to a party full of drunk teenagers practically throwing up over each other every second?" I ask sarcastically.

"Because it'll be fun!" She says cheerfully and gives me an over exaggerated wink.

I sigh loudly as I turn to face her big green eyes staring at me. Could they get any wider? "Urgh...fine. But I'm not staying for long. Got it?" I say slowly, making sure she takes every word in, but I know Emily all too well, it will all just go in one ear and straight out the other.

"Got it!" She exclaims happily. Suddenly, the bell rings to symbolise that the school day is finally over. Before Mr Dandy can even fit a word in, everyones off and out the door. Including Emily. I can only just catch a glimpse of her bouncing blonde curls before shes out the door.

I sigh as I packed away my my notepad and pen. As I swing my bag over my shoulder I feel a male presence stood behind me. It's Raymond. Raymond's been a close friend since I started high school, he's a tall, slim guy with dark skin, he's defiantly the joker of the pack, and always been known to be one for chasing after the girls, but that didn't bother me. I turn round to see him peering over my shoulder at my notepad with a huge black scribble In the middle of it.

"What the-" he asks with a confused look on his face, but before he finishes I cut in. "Emily." I say rolling my eyes. He automatically understands and breaks out into a small chuckle.

"So, you going to that party tonight? The one at Tom's?" He asks casually.

"Unfortunately yes." I say bluntly as we make are way to our lockers. "Awww...don't sound too depressed about it babe, I'm sure you'll start to have fun once you've got something alcoholic inside of you." He says with a wink.

"Why does everyone need alcohol to have fun these days?" I say agitatedly as I slam my locker door shut and make my way out into the parking lot.

"It's all about the experience babe." He says with a dramatic sigh as he reaches for his car keys. I roll my eyes at the sound of the word 'Babe' I mean, I know that nothing's ever gone on between us and nothing ever will, but he always made me feel awkward when he called me that. I suppose it's because most guys call their girlfriends babe and our relationship has always been on a brother/sister level. Nothing more. Nothing less.

As we get into the car, I take a look at my reflection in the side view mirror. "God, have I really looked like this all day?" I sigh as I fix my hair. "Stop your moaning, you look fine." Raymond says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I've always hated the way I looked. I've always been quite small and thin. I have big brown eyes and long thick, straight brown hair down to my waist. Quite a few people say they wish they looked like me, but I've always longed for Emily's curly Blonde hair and her height. She's always been tall though. She used to be able to get into all the clubs when she was just fifteen. It wasn't fair.