Shattered Fragments

Chapter 1

I sat in the maths exam, twiddling my thumbs. My best friend ,Astrid, was scribbling away, her face hidden behind a veil of her black hair. She was a pastel goth; meaning she looks like a badass but she actually just loves unicorns, marshmallows, and the occasional murder. It's not the most likely friendship -a geek and a goth- but we joined together as outcasts, along with Quinn ;an emo.

Suddenly, G appeared. G is my geeky personality and knows pretty much everything. Queen's dog's birthday? She knows it. The day tennis was invented? She knows it. Me and G look the same, except our clothes; she wears thick, square glasses, a math pun t-shirt, blazer, pleated skirt and black, orthopedic shoes. I just stick to hoodies and jeans, "Need some help, Willow?" she asked sickly-sweetly.
"Duh," I have to speak like a whispering ventriloquist when I talk to my personalities so no one else hears. When I was younger, I would speak to them normally and people would stare because they couldn't see them. My parents would take me to every therapist they could find, but Sass would scare them away. You'll meet Sass later.

"Please help me!" I begged.
"But we've done all this calculus before! You should remember!"
"Seriously? We're going into this now?! Just help me or I'll flunk maths."
She gasped, "You wouldn't dare! I love maths! That is personality blackmail."
"We've only got fifteen minutes, please?"
"Fine! But no flunking!" Together, we whizzed through the questions and managed to finish before the bell. G waved me goodbye and disappeared.

Astrid and I spent the rest of the day scouring the school trying to find Quinn; how hard was it to find a girl with purple hair?! Eventually, we found her- on the school roof. Many kids had gathered round and we're taking pictures of her. I pulled out my phone and texted her: 'Can I come up with u?'
'Come on up ma geeky sister.'
'Y u even up there?'
' 'Cus I wanna listen 2 ma music."
'Kk.' Quinn was extremely attached to her music, especially her bands. She was arrested once for attacking someone who called one of her bands 'lame'. I knew she would do anything to listen to it in peace.

I scaled the wall using window sills and gutter pipes until I was up next to her. Luckily, it was a one story building. The headmaster was down there now, and the crowds were receding in his wake. A janitor came out with a long, wooden ladder and rested it on the wall, "YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME, QUINN! screeched the headmaster, climbing the ladder, "WAIT TILL YOUR FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!" Quinn leaned forwards and gently pushed the ladder off the wall just before he reached the top. The janitor made a desperate attempt to catch him but missed, and our headmaster fell to the floor with a Thud! He didn't move; unconscious, "Oops! Can't tell Papa now, can you?"

Needless to say we were dead.