It All Started With A Thud

Prologue

~ Christian's Point of View ~

I sigh as we pull into the drive way of the new house.
" Oh cheer up, Chris. It's just a house it's not the gates of hell," my mom said.
" I miss our old house," I said.
" I don't know what to tell you," my mom sighs.
The car stops and we walk into our new house. Boxes were everywhere. I was not happy to be here. Not only did I have to leave my old house and all of my friends but I also have to go to new school.
You're probably saying ' Christian, you're overreacting it's just a new school not the end of the world ' it is the end of the world. This school is a small school in a small town. From what I've seen about this town all of the people here look the same, they sound the same, and act the same.
          I'm a little different from other people my age so of course I get treated like a pile of crap other people. I don't care of course, I'm used to it, they can say whatever they want to. I just can't stand it when everybody is just a clone of the other person.
         " Chris, it's late you better get to bed," my mom says.
       

        ~ Alex's Point of View ~
      
        The summer is ending quickly that means I'm going to have to go to the hell hole known as school.
         School wouldn't be that bad if my school didn't suck so much. I go to a tiny school in a small town that is very different from other schools.
        My cousin said that if your family didn't go there before you then they treat you like and outsider. My whole family thinks my school is weird and they're right. I'm treated like an outsider because I'm not like the other students there. I'm not a skinny little blonde who likes Justin Bieber and takes really stupid pictures. I don't wear leggings with t- shirts thinking that I have something to show off.
         I'm the invisible girl in the corner. The one who is treated horribly and always feels unwanted and misunderstood. I have friends yes but even they make me feel unwanted and worthless sometimes. All I want is to be wanted and understood. That's all I want. 
          " Mom, I don't want to go back to school," I whine.
         " Well suck it up , chick you have to, " she says.
          I was not looking forward to this.