Catch Me If You Can (Ronnie Radke Short Story)

Chapter One

"Legacy, get up." I heard distantly, being shaken by a hand, "Get your ass out of bed, we're gonna be late for school."

I ignored the voice so I could catch up on the sleep I do desperately wanted.

"Legacy," I heard again.

I kept still, hoping this demon would think I was still asleep and leave.

"I will go get a cup of water and pour it on you," It threatened.

I peaked one eye open and saw that my best friend, Kasey, had somehow managed to get into my house and was now trying to wake me up. Her dark blue eyes were staring down at me angrily, and her delicate hands were perched on her thin hips.

"No," was all I could manage to say, then shut my one open eye. Needless to say I was tired. I didn't care that it was a school day and about all the tests and work I had to do. I didn't care that I was failing most of my classes because I never got out of bed.

I breathed a sigh, preparing myself for what was coming.

"Please?" She begged.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Legacy, please? You're my ride to school," Kasey pouted then.

Her statement made me pity her, and I sighed, "Fine," I grumbled and rolled my eyes, slinging my feet over the edge of the bed and crawling out. Kasey giggled at my pajamas in the process.

"What's funny?" I asked her, even though I already knew what it was.

"Your pajamas have cartoon frogs on them," she said back, a smile still present on her face.

"They're comfortable," I defended lamely, but chuckled to myself. I got up, got some clothes and went into the bathroom. I quickly threw my black skinny jeans and dark blue v-neck, brushed my teeth, straightened dirty blonde hair, and ringed my light blue eyes with black eyeliner.

"Aw, you look so pretty," Kasey said in a high pitched girly voice.

I rolled my eyes at her. It was really her that looked pretty. Her long brown hair was in soft curls down her back and her outfit fitted her body perfectly.

"Shut up, whore," I grumbled and Kasey smiled.

"I love you too."

We walked downstairs and got in my car. I love my car. My grandmother bought it for me before she died, and transferred the title over to me. It was a shiny black mustang.

"Did you do your homework last night?" Kasey asked. I already knew where this was going. If I said yes, she would ask to copy it. If I said no, she would tell me I need to do it. I chose my answer very carefully.

"It's in my locker at school," I lied smoothly.

"Stupid. I needed that. I'm never gonna pass without your help," she exclaimed.

She was probably right, she was failing too, just worse than me. In every class, even Home Ec., and that's about as easy as it gets.

We got to school and went to homeroom right as the bell was ringing. We have every class together because we had the same grades last year.

I wonder why?!

We both took our seats as the teacher walked in. Our teacher, Mrs. Richards, was a middle aged woman with mousy brown hair and a plumper figure. She was very nice, just not a very good teacher.

"Class, we have a new student."

EDIT: I'M FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO REWRITING! I'VE DECIDED TO MAKE THIS BOOK MORE OF A SHORT STORY AS OPPOSED TO A NOVEL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE NEW EDITS