The Game

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

I woke up in the morning to the sound of my loud and annoying beeping alarm clock. I got out of my queen pink and white bed, and went to the bathroom. As I looked at myself in the mirror I thought, I look like shit…time to take a shower. I washed my hair in the warm water and dried myself once I was done. I blow dried my wet blonde hair. My bright green eyes stood out like a flashlight in pitch black. I brushed my dead straight blonde hair and brushed my perfect pearl white teeth.

I walked down stairs to find my freak of a sister eating her normal breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Ew! Doesn’t she get sick of eating the same thing over and over again?! I had some peanut butter crunch cereal and started to tell her about my new hot pink, leopard print Victoria’s Secret bra. As soon as she says “Have you prayed to Jacob yet? He is going to come back and get his revenge! All because of you now he can’t rest in peace! It’s your entire fault!” I feel a bit guilty but as soon as she starts that shit I ignore her and go back to focusing on my cereal.

“You girls have school today you better go get changed before it’s too late.” My mom yelled from her room.

“Okay!” I yelled back. I walked up to my room and my sister walked to hers. I felt bad for my sister just thinking about how people are going to judge her and bully her for it but that is her decision, not mine to make.

I pulled on my favorite pink shirt that said “ITS BARBIE B*TCHES” and a random pair of denim blue skinny jeans. I love our high school because we can wear whatever clothes we want but no shirts shorter that our belly button and no shorts that show of our underwear. And I can’t forget my blue Volcom flip flops. I normally go to school in something like this: extra large t-shirt, skinny jeans and flip flops, where as my sister on the other hand…really needs to get some style!

I marched down the stairs humming the schools anthem and saw my sister; I almost puked at the site of her. She was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged her body, nice and tight, and it was ripped on the sides then tied into knots. Underneath that ugly shirt she had on a red tank top with black skinny jeans, and black converse that stopped just below her ankle. Her hair looked like a rats nest and her eyes looked like black holes, way too much eye makeup! She always over did the foundation and blush so she normally looked like a clown. As soon as I saw her I thought “Am I going to look stupid enough with this freak walking down the hall with me?!”

As I stared at the wooden, red door leading to the main hallway of our school I thought “Something bad is going to happen this year. Something really, really bad.” You know that feeling you have when you feel as if you know something bad is going to happen? Well, I had that feeling right then, staring at the huge, beaten up doors of our high school, Saint Lucas.

As I opened the doors and started making my way to the directors’ office to get my schedule and locker everyone moved out of my way without me having to say a word. It was normally what they did so I was used to it, but for my sister…well I kind of actually felt bad for her ON OCCASSIONS. Sometimes I got annoyed when very single boy in the school was all like “Daphne! How was your vacation? Mine was great thanks! Oh, hey! I brought you a gift!” I get so annoyed when I have to open my locker to thousands of cards. It seems as if these students find out where my locker is before I do! Which really creeps me out!

I arrived in the directors’ office just in time to catch him before he stomped off to morning circle. He adores me, and always lets me out of class whenever I want to get out! I love it when he does that, but it is kind of freaky because he has a crush on me and he is like 21 and I am like 16…but I would never be such a whore and date him, that is one thing for sure! And he isn’t even what you would classify as “hot”, and I only date “hot” guys.

“Good morning Ms. Foster. How was your vacation?” he asked me as I walked in the door.

“Fine, thanks.” I replied in a bored tone.

“Glad to hear that.” He replied as he normally does. “Is there any specific reason you have come here so early?”

“Um…yeah. I wanted my schedule and locker number. If it wouldn’t bother you.” I told him.

“No problem. Anything for my sweet Daphne!” he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes as soon as he turned his head. I got so bored with his fail attempts at flirting.

I got my locker number 6789 and already put all my books away, now its time for morning circle. “Urgh!” I heard Beyonca say behind me, she is the major bitch of the school, she has her clique and is kind of popular but every one hates her.

“Jason hasn’t asked me to go to the prom with him yet!” she said.

“I know! What are we going to do?!” her “friend” Trisha replied. I got bored with their boring conversations and skipped ahead to morning circle, I couldn’t wait to see all of my friends!

Me and my clique always sat towards the front of the auditorium and always saved each other seats. We were known as the Apple Group because all of us had an Iphone 4s, we couldn’t stop facetiming or telling each other about our lives and what just recently happened. We were popular and loved, unlike Beyonca! I arrived at the front of the room to find Sydney, Winter and Summer already chatting it up about their vacations.

“Hey girls!” I excitedly flung my arms around all of them and embraced them in a long group hug.

“Hey girl! How’s it been?” Summer asked.

 “Fine thanks! What about you?” I replied with a huge smile on my face.

“Good! Winter got a boyfriend!” she practically yelled back at me. “AHH!!” we all screamed at the same time, and as you can tell we were kind of crazy.

“Where’s Jacob?” Winter asked me, she had a crush on him.

“Umm…about that…” I drifted off, how could I tell her that Jacob was dead!?

“Umm? Where is he?” she replied looking around nervously.

“He died.” I practically whispered.

“Excuse me.” She said surprised.

“What did you say? He couldn’t have died!” she yelled.

“Calm down!” I silently said.

“Sorry.” She mumbled.

I told her all about his death and how psycho my sister went and she sat there with a horror expression on her face. I felt so bad for her because he was just planning to ask her out. Except I left one part out, he told me to give her a letter but I didn’t tell her anything about him wanting to ask her out or anything because I didn’t want to make her more depressed than she already was.

After morning circle we had all told each other our vacations and what had happened and stuff. We went to our lockers to get our schedules and compare to see what classes we had together, the usual.

I went to my locker and typed in my code it didn’t open, tried again, didn’t open, finally tried for the third time and it finally opened. Relieved I flung open my locker door and a small envelope flew out. I picked it up and felt a shiver run down my spine. That envelope wasn’t any envelope it was Jason’s envelope. With his handwriting. Suddenly everything went silent and paused as I started to read the letters. It read:

you didn’t tell her.