Don't Dream It's Over

Chapter 1 : I'm Not On Top Of The Social Pyramid

Its been 2 months and she is gone. My beautiful best friend. My other half. The only person who ever believed in me enough for me to go on. I wish I never sent her that text. Hey, where are you? It's getting late. Those were the last words I said to her. She was frantically trying to answer the text before she continued driving, however it was no use. She was crushed by a truck.

    I could lay here on my bed staring up at the ceiling forever. But she would never let me do this to myself. Her boyfriend and parents were handling better than me. Although her parents were completely ignorant. They thought that money would solve the worlds problems. When I had heard she past, I felt like a part of me died. I couldn't move. I just....sat there. I couldn't bring myself to do anything out of complete and utter shock.

   I sigh and get up slowly. My hair looks like if Godzilla was my stylist and I smelled.....not great. I was wearing a Taylor Swift concert t-shirt and some black gym shorts. My room looked like complete and utter crap and I had not opened my shades in two days. I thought summer would be amazing this year. Me and her would graduate together and then drive to New York in my brand new Jeep with our bags in the backseat. We would go on a two week road trip and then go to our dorm on the Rodger Williams campus.

   Now, I would do that all by myself. I can only motivate myself to keep going. As I am about to leave, someone knocks at the door. It's not him Tara. Calm down. I open the door and see no one there. I step out, but just as I do, ice cold water spills on my head. I look up to see a boy laughing.

Cory.

"Cory you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Cory is the closest thing to a guy friend that I have. I am always some how brutally pranked by him. I wouldn't consider him a bad boy, but he is still bad and a failing student. Sure, after my failed friendship with Chloe Tamara, I am not on the top of the social pyramid. So, this guy will have to pass after Quinn died. I miss her so much. I wish she was here to beat the crap out of this dude.

"Hey, I was only kidding. Have a sense of humor for God's sake."

I scowl at him and slam the door shut. I can hear him laughing and I growl to myself and I slide down the door. I then get up and quickly change. My blonde hair that is about to my shoulders is all wet to I blow dry it and then brush it out. I change into a black crop top and some shorts since it is warm out. I have school today. I am not looking forward to it. Cory left so I get in my car and drive all the way to school.

Here Goes Nothing.