These YOUTHS

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Chapter 1

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Btw..first story here! (Yay..kinda) and I just wanna thank the unicorns for letting yall find this crap story.
Anyway...carry on #Yonce

》lance owens《

WE are already a month into senior year. A month that has been sucking balls.

"Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna go." I turn around with a blank expression on my face. After the boy , who because of the way he is kinda over dressed like he cares about how he looks and doesn't really have that "school ripped my soul out " look ,
I'm assuming is a freshman , sees who is speaking and his eyes widen slightly.

"Sorry man, I didn't know it was you." He says, his oily forehead blindy me monetarily. His chemical induced hair and body spray making my nostrils burn.

'Yep. He's a freshie for sure'

He walks around me and heads to the front of the school to go to his assigned locker to get ready for first period. Something I should also be doing.

I maneuver my way through the hall to my locker of three years and scan my fellow classmates.

The sad excuse of a student body for our school , loudly walking around on the shiny white and blue floors of Luminous High in a gloomy energy only Monday's can give someone.
I notice some cheerleaders walking around in their uniforms with smiles and a pep to thier white shoe clad step.
Why they have uniforms on, on a Monday, I truly don't know.
I see all different types of athletes wearing thier lettermans for countless sports.

I simply just keep walking, knowing my path to my locker like the back of my pale hand. Even though people pass me and say some type of greeting to me I just keep to myself and pray I get through another week.

Same old same old.

Some people see me and immediately begins to whisper to thier friends. Some blatantly stares. Others just keep on with their day, just carrying on with thier morning rountine. Too focused on trying not to be late to thier first period. They, for obvious reasons, are my favorite.

I reach my locker and unlock it and get out my world history text book. While putting my hoodie inside my locker, also noticing that I'm recieving glances from the opposite gender causing me to slightly smirk, someone runs and yells in my ear while simultaneously jumping one time up in the air using my shoulders and puts all thier weight on me.

Barely moving from the sudden impact I just ignore Tom. I mean of couse its Tom.

"Hey man why the hey- hey didnt you call me last night . I was worried sick. I thought you died. DIED. " Tom not so quietly said to me. He actually yelled matter- of- fact causing people who weren't looking before to glance at us but when they see Tom they quietly go back to what they were doing. As common as seeing the sun in the sky and moon at night.

Everyone is so use to Toms strange ways. He was truly a character.

I turned around and found Tom's twin , Jerry next to him, texting on his phone while shaking his head. Everyone of us are quite use to Tom's exageraged stories.

Rolling my eyes I say ," I bet you one- hundred dollars you called me once and then played Halo for all hours of the night." I say with a scoff.

I walked in his room one day and all most passed out from the stench and body odor. He was just in his underwear and had bags under his eyes but his eyes showed pure determination. He had been up for 24 straight hours playing one game! Now i always knock before entering.

"Well, I was so worried that you died , to get my mind off of it , I played and kicked- ass might I say, playing Halo. So you can suck it." He crosses his arms and pouts like a five year.

I mean its only appropriate for a five year old to do so I guess he gets a pass.

Ignoring Tom once again I turn to Jerry who is off his phone and chuckle when I see he's face palming and shaking his head, clearly wondering how they are from the same egg.

The bell rings and Jerry walks with me to first period while , thank the heavens, Tom has to walk the opposite way to his theater class.

Tom is actually a really good actor and performs and stars in most of the schools productions we put on.
He has been that way ever since he saw some play he went to watch on a school field trip in like 3rd grade.

As Tom turns he bumps into a girl and holds onto her too dramatically and even though i cant hear him, by the way the girl blushes i know he just put a line on her. Typical Tom. Goofy yet a hit with the ladies. Which is weird because he just teases them. Never actually go out with them. Yet they eat him up.

"Mom said he wasn't dropped as a child, but I'm questioning her right now." Jerry says seriously, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Jerry is quite the opposite of Tom.

Litterally. They are fraternal.

While Tom has dark brown hair(that he constantly dyes, he says that brown dosent feel like him. It is currently a pale white.) Jerry has light brown blonde hair. Tom has blue eyes and Jerry has heterochromia iridim , one of his eyes where a very light brown and the other a startling green.

The only thing in common between them is that they are both tall. They are as tall as me actually standing at a whopping 6'2.

"Yeah, Connie probably lied about that. I highly believe his head has hit a counter top or two in his life." I say.

"Yeah. Any way did you hear about Sleds party tomorrow. You know how bomb his parties always are. You crashing with me." He sports a wide, straight tooth smile. Jerry was always excited to go to a party. He and I quote 'loves to see people make fools of themselves its fucking hilarious .' He was very smart but he loves to party.

Sled is some drug using douche who throws the most anticipated parties. Everyone goes to them. From good ole nerds to athletes to art geeks. Everytime at one of the parties something happens that has people talking about it for the next week.

"Sure. Ill drive to yours and pick you and Tom up." I say as we reach first.

As I step into the cold class room I immediately head to the back and sit down , Jerry following suit.

Sammie catches my eyes and immediately starts batting her false lashes and twirls her dark brown hair.

Sammie is known for her tight clothes and classic red porsche her parents got her. She is stupid rich and quite popular. She is not afraid to show it either.

I blankly glance at her then turn twords the front, ignoring Jerry's silent laughter beside me. I hate him.
Without looking I shoot him the bird and watch as Mrs.Shoo walks in.

"Okay, class. Lets begin shall we."
She says in her annoying british accent thats slipping past her ruby stained lips.

'Ughhh. Kill me now'

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I know. I know. Its short. The chapters will very in size, but this will probably be the shortest chapter in the book.

So yall met some of the gang. Im gonna have so much fun writing the twins and creating thier personalities.

Okay- Dokay! First chapter done and done.

What did ya think? * clicks tounge and looks at nails*

Ok guys, until next time...

Peace motha- duckas 🦄