Let's See How This Goes

Chapter 1

Author's Note...

Jeez well I've never written a story before. Always sounded like something nice to do but never got around to it.

Update: Yea it's my first story. I got an editor or two that have a good amount of experience and have been helping me get better at this though. The first couple of chapters may be a little rough and short to some people but each chapter gets better and longer than the last (I personally think things start picking up around Chapter 4 or 5 so at least go to there before abandoning this). And if you just don't think it's any good - tell me how to make it better. Messages are greatly appreciated.

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"To the top of all the world

To the tasteless underworld

To the center of your heart, oh Cleopatra is the only one you loved

To the demonstrated smile

To the lonely love child

Destination desolation, tell me when you reach the brink of life

Just a picture on your wall

That's nice, what a metaphoric fall

Typically, I was a validation on your sleeve

Oh what an indication

To the center of the pain

Through your tattered window pane

To the middle of your heart"

You see, I always listen to music on my way to school. It's usually pretty quiet in the 20 minute commute from my house to school and I'm usually ready to fall asleep again in that silence, so music gives me a bit of a jump-start in my morning. I will admit that sometimes I feel like if I don't do my usual thing then I'll have a crappy day. I don't know, just some weird superstition that I wish I didn't believe in but I guess I do.

As I listen to the Imagine Dragons station on Pandora, I feel like I'd want to sing with it or something just because I've listened to that song literally over 100 times so the lyrics are imprinted in my head. I doubt that I'm actually a good singer, but it's still fun to do. I usually just meet in the middle and mouth the words sometimes, though I still probably look stupid walking through the halls mouthing the words to an unknown song to the people outside of my headphones.

Almost to my locker, and the next song comes on: Carried Away by Passion Pit. Not bad. Open up my locker and Passion Pit starts singing and so do my idiotic mouthing motions of the lyrics.

"Since my heart is golden

I've got sense to hold in

Tempted just to make an ugly scene

No I'm not as proper, my money's in copper

Ripped down from the brownstones to the street"

Probably wouldn't be able to sing this song anyways; his voice is so high I'd blow my head off trying to reach a note like that - especially if it was for like 3+ minutes.

Grab my books, walking down the hall.

I barely hear my name being called through the headphones.

I look around... no one that I could see that seemed like they said my name.

I hear it again.

Look down the hall a bit and there's the crazy lady that I hang around way too much (I am almost to the point that I can legitly read her mind).

I grab a headphone out of my ear and walk down towards her a little faster than I had been walking before.

"Boobs," I say as an inside joke.

"Shut da f*ck up," she says with the usual annoyed face.

"Oh come on. Boobs cannot be that much of a hassle to have. I'd think they'd be awesome to have," as I say cupping my hands over my chest jiggling my non-existent boobs.

"Dude. We are in public. And you should be arrested for being as weird as you are," she says back.

"I dare you to call the cops," I say back, testing her.

She takes out her phone.

I don't panic.

She brings up the phone dialer.

Eh.

She dials a 9.

Um...

1.

I panic a bit, but not enough to make it seem like I'll stop her.

1.

She would not press call.

"Damn it," she says as she forfits.

"Ha," I reply in triumph.

As she puts away her phone she accidentally presses the call button.

"Crap!" she yells.

"You're so stupid," I say as I shake my head and she presses the 'End Call' button.

"Okay... We're good," she says relieved.

"You're still stupid," I say in residual annoyance.

"Would you like me to bring up the time you couldn't find your phone for like 2 hours and it was just in your pocket?" she backfires.

"It was a light phone!" I say in a failure of an attempt to counter.

"Still an idiot" she says.

"Okay. Sure. Whatever," I tell her.

"Now you have wasted 4 minutes of my time that I should have spent doing the Algebra due today. Nice going," she complains.

"Waiting to do your homework just proves you're stupid. And you're the one that called for me!" I protest.

"I've seen you do it too. Shame," she says as she starts walking down the hall.

I start walking down the hall to the library as Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers streamed through my headphones.

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Author's Note:

The lyrics at the beginning we're from Selene by Imagine Dragons.

As I've said before, first story, and still figuring out how this whole shpeel will work out.

Glad to take any pointers from anyone that has more experience with this stuff.

I know this was short - I'm just trying to set the scene. Things will get better.

Read on!