Hair Dye a.u|| michael clifford

//chapter 1//

I'm Christine Elizabeth Caron but my friends call me Chris. I'm 17 years old and I attend north hill high on the outside of this small town called Boonville in California. North hill high is probably the smallest school with the biggest Neanderthals. Lemme just jump right in. I'm what society calls "grunge". I will consider I'm "grunge" but is there really a specific definition? I'm just a teenage girl who dresses differently from others and who actually listens to good music. I honestly don't give a shit about what people think of me or my friends. We are despised by many because we don't follow the rules. WELL WHO THE HELL WOULD?! I mean I only have a couple years left before I decide if I wanna make something of my self or if I wanna travel the states with my friends. And I definitely don't want to waste these years I have left sucking up to dumb ass teachers just for good grades. I'm not a failing student though. My grades consist of a's b's and mostly c's.

I'm not on this adventurous journey alone though. My best friend Sara is always by my side. She's a really out going person but doesn't really pay attention to her grades or school. On the other hand, her parents think she's a passing student. My best guy friend is Jack. We've been best friends since kindergarten and always will be. My other best guy friend is Griffin. He's more of the poetic type. He's like us, free spirited. He reminds me of Brian Johnson from The Breakfast Club. Sorta looks like him too. He's the one who usually is uneasy about us bending or breaking the 'rules'. But when we do he's just in it for the fun of it afterward. Then there's my little sister Jesse. I think I'm the only person who let their little sister hang out with them. Jess is only a year younger than me and is really all I have. Our parents died when we were 6 and 7 in a car crash. That's where I started to realize that if you hand anyone your happiness they'll drop it. They all will. I know it wasn't my parents fault but really since then nothing has been the same. We were handed off to our Aunt Cindy and Uncle Tony. Probably the rudest adults I have met so far. All they care about is there 9 year old son Vince. You could say me and Jess are Harry Potter and Uncle Tony is Uncle Vernon. Although we don't live in a staircase we do live in an attic. It's pretty spacious and it has a window, which is good for us. I, myself, am basically an adult because I'm watching out for a kid and I'm taking care myself too.

I start to walk down the empty road with my house square in the middle of no where to go to jack's. I cross through the path we made in the woods to the swing we made over the creek. I could just walk through the so called creek cause there was no water. But I swing over because it feels like I'm flying and all my worries fly free. I get over and walk through the rest of the path and pass the treehouse we made back in 7th grade. It was pretty nice. We would spend the night in there and stay up all night laughing. The house had all of our favorite things: music, food, and each other. I'd be lost with out Jack. He was my other half. Not that way tho... Yea we had tried that freshman year. It was awkward for us so we just kinda said no. Then sophomore year came and we got all flirty with each other and we had kissed. We would hug each other and hold hands. The normal PDA. I don't really know when that stopped but it was good for both of us.

I got to the other empty road that I walked along to get to jack's. Our town was really quite empty I mean we had a population of idk many 1000 people. North hill high was basically the highschool that everyone went to. If you knew one person you really knew everyone. But I know all these people are fake.

I get to jack's and go around the back gate. I jump on the old blue plastic trash can that's always there for me and I hop over the gate. I pick up a pebble from the flower bed and toss it at his window. It was now around 1:30 in the morning. He opened the window and stuck his head out smiling.

"Repunzel! Repunzel! Let down your hair!" I whisper yelled.

"Ya know you're going to break my window one day." He said with a smirk.