Secret life's of nerds.

Chapter one

Success. It has a hundred different meanings like to have money and be rich or to be happy with a family or to evan have a fulfilling career but for me success means accomplishment, to finish something of your own.

It could be finishing a school project or finishing cleaning your room. This is how i feel right now as i look at my teachers face. I got 100% on my test. The only person in the class to do so. I feel accomplished.

"This is truly amazing miss carter... 100% this is the first time this has happened in a long time." Mr gerry said with a scoff. Mr gerry was my english teacher. He was middle aged and had scruffy brown hair which made him have that poet look about him. He is my favourite teacher. I really love english, I love to read and write and analyse. I find it so interesting to strip a book down to the bear minimum and find its true purpose

"Thanks sir, that really means a lot" 100% on an english test is almost unheard of. And i did it. I could get used to this feeling. Accomplishment, or success as many would like to phrase it.

"This short story, is an amazing work of creativity, Skye" this is another thing about mr gerry that i like; he always finds the most complicated way to phrase things and they always sound like they could if been torn from the pages of a book.

"Again thanks, sir, but i really need to go, my dad is waiting outside." My dad. Arnold carter. Or otherwise known as my hero. My mum left us when i nine. Right in the middle of the night with only a note left behind to explain that she didn't love dad anymore , that she wanted to explore the world — and her heart—and that she would always love me and my sister, Avery.

" okay, thats fine,have a nice evening miss carter, and congratulations"
"Thanks, bye"
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Dad and Avery were waiting in the car when i got out of school. The carpark was still busy but not as crowded as usual. As i slid in the back seat — Avery had sat in the front— my dad smiled at me as if to ask "soooo, how'd you do" i always got these looks off him after a test, Avery did too. Dad has always wanted us to do well in school or just life in general.

"Dad i am not telling you what i got on the english test until later tonight"
" how did you know i would ask that? I could of asked you how your day was" I laugh a little at that.
"And were you?"
"Well no... But"
"No buts you will find out later tonight"
"Fine" we always had this argument and me and Avery would always make him wait. Lets just say that Dad is not a very patient person.
"So anyways how was work" i always ask him this. Every. Single. Day. And i have done for the past 5 years. I was like a game. I always asked "so how was work" and always replied "same place, same job, different problem" and then he would go into a detailed description of his day. This was what was happening right now. I try to listen but after a while you get bored. We live about a 15 minuet drive from school which is a half an hour walk.

I would like to say Avery's the lazy one who doesn't want to walk but in all honesty its me. Im not a very athletic person.

As we drive through the streets i like to take in every detail of what i can see before its stolen away from sight by speed. Green, brown,blue, red. All squished together by speed. I like that thought. That speed changes sight.

When we got home, Dad said he would cook dinner and to be downstairs in an hour. Me and Avery share a room, its a typical girls room with make-up, shoes and more hair ties around the place than you can imagine.

Most of the make-up was Avery's and i only had the basics, nothing too fancy. I dive straight to my bed and open my laptop, while Avery sits on her bed and is reading a book. Avery likes to read too, not as much as i do though, she sometimes asks me for recommendations, thats only when we aren't arguing.

We argue over everything. Seriously, one time we argued over where a picture of us was to hang in our room— i still think that it should of been between the two beds— but i still love her, in a weird way. Its like we are polar opposites but when someone try's to pick a fight with one of us, the other is there in an instant, to help fight the battle. When my laptop has finally started up i pull open google, and search for some trivia on a book that i finished last night.

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Its not long until Dad calls us downstairs for dinner. Tonights theme; Chinese feast. Yay. Dad really liked to think that he was a great chef, in reality, not so much. His food was never a disaster, but it was never far from it. Avery and me always forced ourselves to eat it because we really love dad and he loves to cook. Tonights dinner isn't so bad, he got some of his recipes from a chinese style cook book.
"Are you going to tell me what you got in the english test now?" Dad asked impatiently.
"Fine l, i got, wait, drumroll please..." Dad and Avery started to hit their hands off the kitchen table.
" i was the only person in the class to get... 100%!" s
"Well done, sis" Avery said, and for once it was sincere.
"Yeah, well done , hunni"
"Thanks,dad"
" okay so what we doing to celebrate" This part was hard, i don't really like to celebrate that much. Not after my 12th birthday. Lets just say it was very eventful. There was cake, candles, a bouncy castle. Those don't make a very good mix.
"Errnmm... Pizza?"
"Come on, pizza? Really? Try and be at least a little creative?" Avery said.
"Erm okay... Let me think... Hmmmm.. Bowling!?" If there is one thing  i love its bowling.
"Now thats what I'm talking about" Avery loves to bowl too.
"You can invite, Carly if you want?" Dad said.
Carly was my best friend. We have known each other since i was little. She was taller than me by about and inch, and had really thick brown hair. She was quite sarcastic too but i can deal with that.
"Yeh, i'll call her the now"

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"This is Carly" she always answers the phone like this.
"Hey, do want to go bowling with Me, Dad and Avery and one of Avery's friends"  Dad had forced me to allow at least one of Avery's friends.
"Which one?" She asked, see me and carly did not really like Avery's friends.
"The nice one"
" Yeah, sure, so whats the occasion?"
"I got 100% on the short story test."
"WHAT? THATS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE!!"
"Not reall--"
"Thats amazing we were told to write a short story in 30 minutes and i only get halfway through mine and you get 100%?" Carly would always go on these rants whenever she found something hard to believe, made her angry or just confused.
"We will pick you up in 30 minutes"
"Ok, see you soon."
"Bye-bye"
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I don't really know why i love bowling so much. Maybe because I'm good at it, I don't know. I won the game, Carly was annoyed because she lost by 10 points. She'll get over it— she always does— Dad took us out for pizza, to this little pizza place.
"All I'm saying is, is that you MUST of cheated!! It cannot be possible to get three strikes in a row!"
"Well it quite clearly is because i done it!"
This argument has been going on for the past fifteen minutes.
"Okay, lets drop it" dad says. The pizza comes only two minutes later. Pepperoni, obviously.
"Yes! Finally I'm starving!" Avery says and quite loudly. Although we ate earlier, bowling takes it out of you, i had about four slices of pizza and i must say it was like heaven on a plate.
"Okay i best be heading, i have to be up early tomorrow to take my little brother to his soccer practice"
"Okay ill see you on Sunday?"
"Yeah, bye!"
"Bye"
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That night about 12:30 when sleep finally takes over. But just before my eyes seal shut for the night i hear a clatter downstairs. I sit up, strain my hearing and another clatter sounds. I swing my legs out of my bed and silently pad over to my bedroom door.