Friendly Strangers

1) Pilot

~Grace~

Meet the most cliche school there is, Bearcreek High School.

You have your jocks, your nerds, your princesses, your bad boys, and the final category I seem to fall into. The outcasts. It means you only have one or two friends or sometimes none, you do average in school, your at the very bottom next to the nerds on the popularity scale, and your socially awkward.

I don't mind those things though. One friend is all I need. I'm doing fine in school, which means I can get into a good college. I don't even want to think of being popular. Well being socially awkward is something I have to live with.

But I rather be an outcast then the rest of the school, because the rest of this school is shit. Like who gives a damn about who you hooked up with or how many followers you have on Instagram. I don't. The world doesn't. But my school unfortunately does.

My school revolves around social media. It's how most of our drama starts. Either someone texts someone this or this girl posts that, everyone seems to share it. And that's when it gets ugly. But I'm not going to even talk about my school anymore. It's just another place I can't wait to leave.

Another place I can't wait to leave is home. I don't want to leave my little six year old sister, but I need to escape that prison. My moms been depressed ever since my older brother died in war and my dad left. Both were around the same time. Six years ago. She hasn't done anything to help raise Lilly, my sister. But I need her to start.

My moms never been the same. Always wanting to stay in her room, sometimes coming down to eat. She tries to act like she's okay around me and Lilly but I know she's not. She never talks anymore, or smiles. Just sits there, staring at a wall or anything besides her own children. It's pathetic.

I have no idea where my dad ran off to. His last words to me were "It's going to be okay. You're going to be fine." But obviously that was a lie. I mean I'm struggling to provide my family with food on the table and a place to stay. I'm the only one that has a job, which doesn't pay very well.

I work two shifts a day. The dinner and swing shifts. I barely have time to do homework or cook a dinner. I pay all the bills. I pay for our apartment. I pay for everything my family uses. The only reason I have a phone is because of my god parents. They provide me with things for doing such a "good job" with Lilly and my mom.

It doesn't matter about home, work, or school. I just can't wait to get out of here. I never want to stay in the same place in my life. I want to travel across the world. Maybe with someone, whether that's my best friend, or my future husband, or even Lilly. I just need to get away.

~John~

What I like most? Hot chicks. I mean I'm going to be honest. The football and basketball is just an act. I am good at them, but I don't do it because it's fun. I do it so I can find a nice girl to bang. Call me a man whore. I don't care.

My grades are obviously fine. I don't study, but I pay attention in class, mostly. I've decided I'm going to Duke University to study Mathematics, then return to whatever high school and become a teacher. But of course all high school boys have that dream to become big. My dream is to become an actor. I have the looks for it, but not everyone makes it.

On a daily basis I go to school, then go to football and basketball practice. From there I'll get a ride home from these hot seniors, probably shoot some hoops at home, eat dinner, do homework, and go to bed. Except on weekends when there's killer parties I'm expected to be at.

School is okay I guess. I'm popular, I hang out with the little jock group of friends, I get laid a lot. Almost any guys dream.

I go home to a dad that's a drunk and a mom who joins him. Whenever I get home my house is almost never empty. Always has a couple friends of theirs in our living room drinking and smoking their lives away. We get money from my sister who grew up to be a fashion designer for one of the most popular brands in the country.