The Rant.

“Zachary Taylor Parker, if you don’t move out of my way, I will not be responsible for my actions!” I hissed, shoving his chest, trying to push him away from me. Meet Zachary ‘Zach’ Taylor Parker, my best friend. A Total douche-bag that excels in nothing but getting me into trouble. “Aw, c’mon Ella-bear! Just give Zachy-poo a hug!” He exclaimed, his arms spread out as he advanced forward gripping me into a lung-shattering hug. Another thing about him, he gives the worst hugs. Not even kidding, they’re even worse than my great aunt Patty’s hugs and that’s saying really something. “Zach, I’m late for my first class of the year, Mr. Jenkins is going to go bat-shit crazy!” I mumbled, wriggling out of his death grip. “Oooh, you have Jenkins for English this year? That sucks. I have Mr. Smith, which means I get a ‘A’ this year without doing anything!” He fist pumped, as we set off walking to English; late.

“Any word from Nash yet?” He asked, softly. Ah, Nash Adams. My other best friend, well I guess ex-best-friend now. “No.” I sulked. “I don’t get it, at all. Why isn’t he speaking to me? I didn’t even see him for the whole summer and he lives just across the street from me!” “He wont speak to me either, but I saw him last weekend, but the boys from Ridgewood High.” Zach replied, hesitantly. “Ridgewood High? You mean from the town over? Why was he with them? They’re all druggie’s.” I noted. My Nash wouldn’t touch drugs, no way. He knows how they can mess a person up; he’s witnessed it after all. “Yeah, that’s them. They were on the street corner, smoking spliff’s. I’m not sure if Nash had one, I wouldn’t put it past him now though.” Zach spat, bitterly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows, utterly confused at Zach’s sudden change in demeanor.

He stopped walking and turned to face me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and spoke, his face completely serious. “Ell, don’t you see? He’s changed. He’s not the same Nash we have known our whole lives. He’s not that kid who would rather play pranks on Mrs. Battleaxe all the time, he’s a fucking fucked up druggie now. So why don’t you just move on with your life? Its obvious he’s not coming back to us, I mean if he wanted to, he would’ve come by now. I went to his house yesterday cause Carter invited me over and guess who I saw sprawled over the living room couch with beer bottles around him? Nash. I know its hard to just watch him throw his life away, I was his best friend too, but there’s nothing we can do, if he wanted to speak to us, he would’ve picked up the phone or actually seen us when we go to his house. I don’t know what bought on his sudden rebellion but I don’t like it and I don’t want you sucked in on that shit.” And with that, he stormed off.

And all I could think was what the hell just happened? Nash a druggie and a alcoholic? My best friend? That’s got to be some sort of joke; Nash is completely repulsed by drugs ever since his Uncle died of a overdose two years ago. Zach must’ve saw someone else with those Ridgewood boys. I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I’m now 10 minutes late to English. Great.

“Ah! Nice of you too join us today, Miss Montgomery!” Mr. Jenkins stated obnoxiously flinging his arms around him. “Sorry, I’m late Sir.” I mumbled before making a beeline straight to the back of the class where a few empty seats were. “Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, seeing as it is your first day back. I will not be giving you such a hard task today.” Mr. Jenkins began. I took the opportunity to look around at the rest of my class, to see if I knew anyone I was comfortable speaking with here and of course there wasn’t anybody. I was in AP English, meaning that most the jocks were in this class, yeah, the jocks. In our school, it is compulsory for every guy/girl in an extra curricular activity to be in at least one AP class and English just so happened to be the easiest for them. There are 4 other girls, all of them in the front of the class, none of which I can recognize which is weird cause I talk to everyone.

I looked to my side and at the other end sat, Nash Adams. How did I not realize he was in here when I walked in?! Maybe I could attempt to speak to him once Jenkins stops his babbling. His soft brown hair was spiked messily, a few strands falling in his face, I always loved it when he did his hair like that and he knew it. He was wearing his old red Metallica tour t-shirt that fitted his body nicely matched with a black zip up hoodie and baggy jeans. He looked good. But his face was a whole other thing, he was pale, really pale which is very unlike him. Normally, Nash was relatively tan. He had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes and his whole face looked visibly lifeless. Maybe Zach was right but- I was snapped out of thoughts when Mr. Jenkins stood in front of my desk and continued speaking to the class.

“Your first assignment of the year will be to write a rant. This rant can be about absolutely anything. Lost friendships, past loves, how hungry you are or how much you hate my lesson, I don't care. You're each going to write the rant addressing someone in THIS classroom however you mustn't put your name on it, you are writing this anonymously. You will not be graded on this but I will be expecting to see at least a full page of writing from everyone as I walk around the class. All rants will be read aloud by me at the end of the lesson, you have an hour. GO.”

I decided I was going to write a rant about how my parents wont allow me to buy any more Chuck Taylor’s cause apparently I have enough. You can never have enough Converse! I’m wearing my favourite pair right now, the limited edition Captain America ones; my older brother Jacob got me, they were the definition of epicness. I addressed it to Ethan Anderson, the quiet boy who was sitting two rows in front of me. He was wearing Converse so why not!?

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That was the first chapter (if you could call it that!). Tell me what you think and if its worth carrying on. There will be sub-plots to this story aswell but no changing of the POV's unless I'm feeling nice 8-). 

The chapters will be much longer than this, I just wanted to give you guys a feel of it, oh and I didnt prove-read!

So hit me with some constructive critisim, im a big girl. I can handle it. lol.