The Story Of Us

.Ch 1

Here is a picture of Kyria. Yes that is Ruby Rose. Lol

I was so not looking forward to seeing her for yet another year. Why couldn't she have moved over summer break? I did not want to spend my senior year dodging the likes of Kyria Austin. The girl was a classic jerk who thought every girl was for the taking.

Well all expect for me. Not even the school's biggest player Kyria Austin wanted the likes of little book nerd Amy Foster. All Kyria got out of me was making my life hell. All the way from knocking my books out of my hands when I walked down a hallway to torturing me with nonstop insulting whispers in class.

Yes it was safe to say that I did not like Kyria Austin one bit. To make matters worse she lived with her mom right next door to my house. I hated it on the weekends especially; with her mom gone for her work it was common knowledge that Kyria threw some of the most wildest and loudest parties there was. I often asked my mom why didn't she ever report it to the police and she would just tell me that she could not do that to Kyria's mom which was my mom's long time best friend.

Did I forget to mention that me and Kyria has once been the best of friends as well? We were when we were both nine when she and her mom both moved here from Melbourne Australia. I found out later after she and I had stopped being friends that the reason they had moved to America was on the account of her dad passing. Her mom thought they both needed a new start. At one time Kyria and I had become incredibly close, always having sleepovers and telling each other secrets the way most little girls do, but at the age of twelve she decided that she did not want to be my friend any longer. Not long after that she had came out as being lesbian and people did not take too well to that. Kids at school treated her horrible and the more I tried to be her friend through that terrible dark time the more she pushed me away. I finally just gave up and sank back into not existing. Over the years however people grew to love her, hell most of the girls in town wanted to date her or at least get to see her naked. Kyria was now the town's playgirl and biggest hottie. The guys were so jealous of her that it wasn't even funny!

I just wish I didn't have to deal with her insults this year. Why couldn't she just ignore me like the rest of the population did?

Groaning I fell against my bed causing my long dark hair to tumble in my face. Puffing my cheeks I let out a long deep breath making my hair flutter back out of my face. I wished tomorrow would never come. I wish I never had to see Kyria Austin's face again.

"Amy, honey can you please take this letter to the mailbox for me," called my mom from downstairs.

"Yes ma'am!"

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With my mind focused on what my choice of book I was going to read when I got back in the house I never heard the skateboard skating up to me.

"Hey Foster!"

My blood turned to ice when I heard that Australian accent. I only walked faster.

"Oh come on! You aren't even going to talk to me? And here I thought we were friends! " She snickered.

I turned around to glare at her. Her gray blue eyes bore into my pale green ones. It was like she was daring me to say something to her. A piece of her short dark hair fell in her face covering her right eye. If she wasn't such a jerk I might would have reached over and tucked it back behind her ear, but nope that was not going to happen.

"Don't you have a girl to fuck Austin? I would hate to keep you from being the town's main delinquent and playgirl!" I faked concern. "You better just run along and go stick your tongue down some slut's throat."

I wanted to scream when she threw her head back laughing loudly; totally unfazed by my insults. Who would blame her though? Who was I? A no body. No one cared what I thought.

I watched her closely not being able to help myself. I would be lying if I said she was not beautiful because she was. I wish I had a mouth like her. It was full and had that pouty thing going for her so when she smiled it would make the straightest of all people swoon. She had this mischievous gleam in her eyes and when she arched one of those perfect dark eyebrows you best believe that she was up to something.

She wore a pain white tank top that showed off her many tattoos on her arms and black skinny jeans that showed off her slim toned legs.

Kicking up her skateboard Kyria caught it easily in her left hand. "Do I sense a hint of jealously little miss bookworm?"

She was baiting me and I knew it. I was not going to give her the satisfaction. Rolling my eyes I stormed toward the mailbox.

"You know if you want to make out with me you should just say so. I think I could overlook the fact that you look like a forty year old librarian."

Slamming the led on the the mailbox I made sure to push my shoulder hard against hers as I passed. "I would not touch you if you were the last person on the face of the earth! You can go fuck the whole women population for all of care you slutty bitch!"

Scared she would hit me I ran to my house slamming and locking the door behind me. Breathing hard I slowly looked out one of the windows by the front door just to see Kyria standing in the exact same spot I had left her in with an extremely stunned expression on her face.

It was safe to say tomorrow was going to be very interesting....