Delirious

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

There are very few things in this world that could be considered notoriously beautiful, and I believe Greensborough, California is not one of them. At least not anymore. The luscious greenery that used to line the streets has now wilted, and all the lively businesses willing to give you service have now shut down. The town is simply losing its vibrancy, slowly but surely.

I'm not quite sure as to why Greensborough isn't as alluring anymore. Possibly the numerous unsolved mysteries that keep occurring since my parents death, or maybe the strange police visits every week. All I know is that I need to get out of here. Soon.

"Blair," my brother's voice intrudes my thoughts. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah," I respond, turning my attention from the car window to Dylan's golden eyes. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" He presses, his tone laced with curiousity. He glanced over waiting for my response with a small smile on his face.

"Eyes on the road." I joked, not wanting to further discuss my daydreams.

"Alright, alright!" He chuckled, lifting his hands up momentarily to show his defeat. "You don't have to tell me. But I do need to know what your plans are for after graduation. I go back to school in a few months, and I won't be here to take care of you." He spoke, his words catching me off gaurd. I wasn't ready to tell Dylan my plans. I wasn't ready to tell anyone my plans. And I certainly was not ready to see the look of disappointment he would wear when I eventually tell him that I'm not going to college.

"I was thinking Los Angeles." I confessed, avoiding his gaze.

"Blair, you have enough talent to get into any school you want. Harvard would be lucky to have you, and you know it." His words came out slow and precise, I could tell he was taking his time for a reason.

"I know, Dylan. It's just I can't see myself at Harvard or Yale, or any of those schools. I just want to take an off year, this year, and reconsider college next fall. I'm just not ready right now."

"Tell you what, if you keep up your grades, and convince Gunner to sell the house, then I will let you take an off year." He promised. The second he brought up Gunner, I knew I was damned. There is no way he will sell the house; it is his only connection left to our family.

"I just want you to be happy, Blair." He countinued when I didn't respond. I wanted to tell him that I wished for him to be happy, too. But I just couldn't find the words.

What I'm really wishing for is the opportunity to go to LA, without having to convince my brother to sell his house. But I know that once Dylan has his heart set on something, he follows through with it. And right now he had his heart set on me staying in Greensborough, California for as long as possible.

"We're here." Dylan informed, snapping me out of my thoughts for the second time this morning. I glanced out the window, only to see my high school. Greensborough High, home of the Panthers, and the world's worst lunches.

"Thanks for the ride." I muttered, jumping out of Dylan's BMW, and onto the sidewalk.

"Anytime." He replyed coolly before speeding off.

"Show off." I mumbled, slinging my leather bag over my shoulder. I let out a sigh, as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the long day ahead of me. Let's get this over with, I thought as I marched into the school. Only twenty-two dreadful days left, and then I am off to LA. That is if my stubborn brother, Gunner, will sell our house.

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As the day trudged on, the more I thought about the wonders of Los Angeles, and what it would be like to live there. Before I knew it, I was being pulled out of my train of thought by the voice of my third period teacher, Mr. Abelson.