Crazy Scary Lives

Crazy Scary Lives: Chapter 1

   In Cherry Hill, North Carolina, everything is seemingly perfect. It's on the tip of the state towards the south, right on the shore. It's not a tourist town. Sure, there are a few people who visit in the summer because Cherry Hill is on the map and it has some of the cleanest beaches in North Carolina, but it's not overcrowded. It’s a beautiful little city, the perfect suburban beach town.

    The town is full of wealthy people. The kids have anything and everything they want all the time. For the most part. For 85% of the families in Cherry Hill, if the kids want it, they get it. It doesn’t matter the cost or even what it is. They will get it if they want it; all they have to do is ask. Their parents are wrapped around their fingers. But for the other 15% of families, they don’t hand everything over to their kids. The kids actually have rules: they have chores, curfews, and budgets. I'm guessing you can tell who's popular and who isn’t?

    Now to the kids. In the schools, even elementary, it's black and white, there is no gray area; you're either in, or out. And even about half of the 85% are out. Most of the guys, even the out guys, are gorgeous. They have that perfect sporty, beachy, hotness every guy should have. They look like they walked off of Abercrombie posters. The girls are beautiful, even most of the out girls. They all have perfect hair, perfect faces, perfect bodies, and most have perfect style. They know how to dress, how to present themselves, how to work the opposite gender. Overall they were perfect.

    But they were bad. Not that any of their parents would know. They party all night, sometimes even on school nights, spend endless money, and if their parents really knew what they did, they probably wouldn’t even speak to them, let alone give them whatever they wanted. In the summer, they lived at the beach and mall during the day, and didn't come home until the early morning each day, if they came home at all.

    But as perfectly not-so-normal-for-the-average-American life they seem to have, someone has a secret. A huge secret. Mind-blowing, really. But the sad fact is, no one knows it but that person and their parents. No one knows their past, what goes through their head, what their fully capable of. It's a life-threatening secret, and anyone- everyone needs to know it. But everyone will find out… soon.

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   Margaret Pierce was lying asleep in her bed, at ten thirty am on a Saturday morning. Her hands were folded on her stomach and her fiery red hair was spread out her pillow. It was the last week of summer break, and a week from now she would be school shopping with her friends, getting ready for her senior year. Her phone jingled, alerting a text message and she rolled over, opening her eyes. She sighed and scooted to the edge of her fluffy California King size bed. She read the text message and threw her phone to the end of her bed, before it began ringing her best friend's ring tone. She groaned as she sat up and answered her phone.

"What?" she snapped.

"Well sorry, Ms. Pierce. Don’t let me bother you." Her best friend, Lucie joked.

Margaret sighed. "What is it, Luc?"

"I'm going to be over in twenty five minutes. Be ready to go to the beach." She answered.

Margaret sighed again. "Okay. Victoria or Hollister?" she asked Lucie.

"Um," Lucie thought, "Victoria. The one that looks really good with your hair!"

"Okay. You wear your Abercrombie one. The light pink one. I'll see you in twenty. Bye Lucie!" she said.

"Toodle-loo!" Lucie said, and Margaret hung up smiling.

   She got out of her bed and yawned, then walked over to her walk-in closet, and searched her bathing suits, until she found the Victoria Secret suit Lucie was talking about. It was dark brown and white striped, and Lucie was right: it made her hair look like fire. She put on her bathing and the little white cover-up dress, and walked over to her vanity. She brushed her hair, which was in its naturally perfect ringlet-waves and went down to below her shoulders. She had perfect beach hair. She outlined her dark blue eyes with black eyeliner, and put on a little shimmery natural colored eye shadow. She put on a little concealer and blush, and finished it off with pretty pink lip-gloss.