The Truth About Ashlee

Chapter One

A/N: This is the first story that I'm writing, so please I would appreciate it if you would read my books! And don't forget to vote and comment- it helps a lot!

"Hey, Ash! How was your summer in Paris? Mine wasn't fun at all. We just went to Australia and a cruise to Alaska."

"OMG Ashlee! How did you get your hair to do that? It's, like, so pretty!"

"I missed you Ashlee! Even though we saw each other every day at the mall..."

Another day in the life of Cali Winters, the girl who has a locker next to Ashlee Wilkers. I endure squealing girls, flirty boyfriends, annoying jocks, and gossiping wannabes every single day. But not yet. Today's only the first day of school.

I walk up to my locker, flicking the lock and opening my locker. I hear hushed giggles and whispers, and I know they are talking about something else, but I can't help thinking that they are criticizing me-my clothes, or my hair, my shoes. Setting down my backpack, I pull out my math books and set them down on the floor of my locker. My backpack refuses to go in to my locker, so I resort to shoving it haphazardly into my locker.

"Need some help there?" It's Lee, one of my best guy friends and probably the most normal guy I've ever met. He doesn't obsessively play video games, can carry a normal conversation, and has good handwriting. Which most guys don't.

"Nah… I'm good, I think. But thanks. I swear my locker is trying to kill me. Or maybe it's my backpack that's trying to kill me…" I ponder as I gather up my books and slam my locker door shut. I turn down the tenth grade hallway and catch sight of my friend Ariel, whose long blond hair contradicts her name. Lee and I sneak up behind her and each tap her shoulders at once. Her hair whips around as she spins, catching us in our feeble attempt to scare her. It never works-Ariel is not a naturally afraid person, and I never have scared her before.

"You're never gonna scare me, you do know that, right? You may as well stop trying." Ariel says, playful irritation lacing her voice. Ariel can sometimes be a bit of a know- it all, but she doesn't mean to. She is also pretty smart and loves to learn.

"Yeah, well, I don't give up. You watch, someday I'll scare you." I say, giving her an evil grin.

Lee chimes in, "You will be so scared. Sooooo scared." He's not really good around people, kind of shy, so when he talks, it's kind of a big thing. He hangs around us because we talk enough for him and we never pressure him to talk. We figure if he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to talk.

"Okay, Ariel, remember that pride will get you nowhere..." I say as she turns into her first hour classroom. I am a big motto and quote person. I love quotes, and my wall behind my bed is filled with quotes and writings. 

Once we reach our classroom, we walk in and set our books down. Lee sits across the room from me, next to Emerald Porter. I have always loved her name and disliked mine- Cali is so plain, so country-girlish. Everyone says it's the name of a model, but that is so not true. I'm pretty short, about five foot four, with wavy dark brown hair that I like, and eyes the color of ice. Not clear, white ice, though- the ice on lakes that is dark blue swirls, showing the water underneath.