The Cookie

Chapter 1

Wow!!! A book that's actually going to finished!!! Is it a dream come true?!? Yes. It is.

So probs no one is actually reading any of my books, but for that one special cookie who is, thank you. You will get to read the whole book. (In due time.) So the beginning intro thingy is a little badly written, but the rest is pretty good. (I hope!)

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My name is Briar Ford. I'm 15 years old. I have long straight black hair and bright blue eyes. My friends, Ray Wilkins and Fawn Edwards are a year older than me: 16. Fawn has super long brown curly hair and hazel eyes. Ray has brown hair, which he dyed to frosty white, and dark brown eyes. We're all juniors. Yeah, I skipped a grade. Ok then. Extremely awkward intro thing. Here we go.

I've never been much of a talker. I'm extremely shy. I hate being around a lot of people. If a place gets too loud and noisy, or if there's too much excitement or scary stuff, I get a panic attack.

I wish I was like my friends. Ray is the quarterback of our football team, the Charles Memorial Hooves. He such a cool guy, and has tons of friends. And Fawn, she's a soccer player and extremely artsy. She can find a bunch of twigs and a couple of small flowers and make the most beautiful flower crown. But for me, I'm just a weird girl. My black hair is always covering my face and I'm always wearing black to try to hide in the shadows. I am really good at computers, though.

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At school...

Walking into geometry, I accidentally bump into a random person in the halls, making me drop all my stuff. I sigh.

"Sorry," I mumble, but they are already twenty feet down the hallway. I gather up my stuff, but trip and drop it all again. I'm normally not this clumsy, I promise. I finally get my stuff collected again and hurry to sit next to Fawn.

"Hey, Briar. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, why?" I look around in my backpack. "Now where is my pencil?" I whisper to myself.

Fawn sighs. "Because whenever you are worried or stressed you get the drops." My hand scrambles around my backpack.

"I'm fine." I look around the room. "Uhh... where's Ray?" she shrugs.

"I thought you two were walking
together."

"He's probably just late again. I'll go find him." I stand up and walk around the halls. Ray bursts through the front doors of the school with a mountain of stuff in his arms. I give a little wave and he looks toward me with a smile. All of a sudden he slams into a guy named Alan. They both fall to the floor, rubbing their heads. Alan stands up. His blue eyes bore holes onto Ray. With a huff and a growl, he picks up his stuff which is all mixed in with Ray's stuff. He stands up and straightens his red hoodie. 

"Watch where you're going, doofus!" he yells to Ray. Oh no. I rush behind the lockers. Alan and Ray hate each other! Something about Ray thinks band isn't a sport, and Alan fully disagrees. There will probably be a fight, and I don't want to be part of the collateral damage. It doesn't help that they are both extremely hot-headed and egotistical.

"Watch where I'm going? Dude, watch where you're going!" Ray stands up and gathers his papers and football helmet. Alan growls, pointing at his arm.

"You made a bruise on my arm with your stupid helmet!"

Ray looks angry. "At least it wasn't your little toot toot horn. That thing is so dumb." Ray gets closer to Alan. "Band is such an idiotic club." Alan looks like he might kill Ray.

"You are so dumb! Marching band is the best sport dude!" Alan shouts.

Ray huffs. "Oh shut up Alan. It's not even a real sport."

"You know what Ray? You think just because you're the quarterback of the football team, you rule the school."

Ray smirks. "Well, I am a great ruler."

"In your dreams!"

"All you do is walk around on a field- our field- and play a stupid instrument."

Alan gasps. "Take that back! Donald Trumpet is amazing!"

"So stupid. You named that thing?!"

"It's smarter than you."

Fawn comes up beside me. "Why are you hiding behind the lockers?" I peek around the lockers then lean back against the wall. Fawn sighs. "Never mind. Come on. We have to stop him before he gets hurt." She grabs ahold of my arm, dragging me behind Ray.
"Calm down, Ray. You know you can't do this," asserts Fawn. Ray doesn't take his glare of Alan.

"Quit making me seem like a baby, Fawn."

"But Ray-"

"No Fawn." Ray steps closer to Alan. Oh no. They're going to fight! I better sneak out of here and go back to the safety of the lockers. Before I can, Ray sticks out his fist for a fistbump. Alan smirks and fistbumps him. "Truce?"

"Nah." Alan pulls his fist back and punches Ray in the face. "Marching band IS a sport!" he declares as he runs down the hall.

"Hold me back!!" As Ray wipes his busted lip, Fawn rushes over to Ray and tugs him back. There's subtle laughter in the distance. We just wave it off. Ray leans closer to us. "I have something to tell you guys at lunch."

"Why can't you tell us now?" asks Fawn. Looking from side to side, he lowers his voice to a whisper.

"There's too many people looking at us." Then his voice goes back to normal. "And we're late for class anyway." I just shrug my shoulders.

Thanks for reading the first part of my brand new book! I'll try to post new parts as often as I can, but you know... life happens. I hope you enjoyed "The Cookie" so far!

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