Gallactic

Chapter 1

Beep! Beep! My alarm.

On a Monday.

Joy.

I rushed out of bed. I love to sleep so much that I always set my alarm so I only have 20 minutes to get ready.

Risky?

Yes.

Do I care?

Are you my mother?

They say I'm average.

Dark brown hair, dark green eyes, and a butt that turns heads.

Not average you say?

Well...

My competition is a fake blonde, blue-eyed beauty with an absoulute need of some playtime (wink, wink), has the know-how on make up and can control everyone at West Morrison Highschool. Honour Woodrows is the school pretty bomb. Beautiful, but when she blows up, she releases a sudden wrath, and although your glad when its over, it's aftermath is devastating, and you wish never messed with it in the first place. Honour is the TV blonde stereo-type.

Unlike her, I believe in natural beauty (no make-up) and being a virgin until marriage.

So does my friend Violet. She's weird, like me, but she looks like Honour. Except, Violet's naturally blonde.

You didn't think that all blonde's were stuck up, did you?

I love Violet. We've been through thick and thin. Even when Honour tried taking Violet away from me as a friend, Violet was smart enough to stay away from her.

A friendship like that is the reason I'm going to pick Violet up right now.

"READY TO GO?" I pulled up to her house and screamed at the top of my lungs, in an exagerated tone.

"YES," she screamed back in the same manor.

She took the passenger seat and opened the mirror so she could apply makeup.

"Im'ma hit all the pot holes," I said as she put on eye liner.

"I'll kill you," she laughed.

A normal person would get a teeny creeped and let out an awkward laugh. Not us.

"Not if I kill you first," I said happily.

"I'll do it while you're sleeping," she countered.

"I'll make sure to do it while you're awake so you can watch the whole thing go down," I whispered in a joking evil.

She started to burst out laughing, and next you know, we're both laughing.

When it dies down, Violet giggles, "You're laughing because I'm laughing. I'm laughing because I farted."

That's when we lose it and crack up all the way to school.

When we arrive we get out of the car as if we weren't just making a whole bunch of dirty jokes, but things weren't starting out so great.

Violet turned to me, "Reeve, look."

I thought I was going to be sick.

Honour and Dean Anderson, were shamelessly making out on the front steps(as seniors do). Viciously groping each other, Honour and Dean looking liked they were trying to bang through their clothing. As Dean was doing an awkward sitting pelvic thrust, his playmate seemed to be enjoying every second of it, as she occasionally whispered something breathily into his ear. If the school was a free for all, you'd swear they would go for second base, in front of everyone.