Unidentified Identity (On hold)

Unidentified Identity

                                             Chapter One

          I sigh and pressed my back against the dry wall some idiot wrote ' I hate this place ' , ' Life sucks ' and a million other random things on with crooked and hazy penmanship. It was as if the walls of this tiny room had become the diary of the previous people who had been trapped here. I coudn't agree more with those two particular thoughts that had somehow caught my attention. I do hate this place. And I'm about to hate it more. Life sucks. And it's going to suck even more, like, a lot more. Because it always do. Just when you think everything is finally fine and you can be happy again, life turns you around in the opposite direction and everything goes to crap. But I've learned to accept it, after so many encounters with life's lousy driving.

          My mind wandered around for a few minutes as I stare at my busted sneakers. They were a gift from my parents on my sixteenth birthday. They had been worn out and splashed by mud and dirt from all my running around in the corn fields yesterday during the dark night.  After hours of hiding from the police, I was finally caught at dawn. I didn't even know why I was hiding nor why the police was after me. I mean, what happened was clearly not my fault. I pull my memories together and put the pieces back to remember what had caused all the chaos.

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     The loud music from Dan's car blasted throughout the neighborhood as we zipped past houses with sleeping owners. It was so loud I was afraid it might wake up our neighbors, but luckily, Dan drived fast enough for the car to zoom past without even pulling a person from a good night's slumber just within two seconds.

     It's a few minutes to eight, a few minutes after Jillian's party had started, a few minutes after I argued with my mother to let me go, a few minutes until my high school life will finally be complete with a real party.

     "So, who invited you anyway?" Dan glanced sideways towards me for a second before turning his head back to the road. He doesn't believe that the very hostess of the the party, Jillian Roberts, the hottest of the hottest in our junior year batch, had been the one to invite me.

     "Didn't you hear what I said? Jillian did," I said without even looking at him.

     "Yeah, okay. You think I'm just gonna believe that a hot junior chick would invite you to her popular and hot people only party?"

     "She did. You should go ask her yourself later. That is if she'll even give you any sort of attention," I smirked.

     "Oh, come on. With this baby, I'm sure she will," He said referring to his new white Ford F-150 truck as 'baby'. He got it yesterday, during his birthday and no student in school has seen it yet except me. Dan may not fit into the popular group( if I have to admitt it, then me too ), but at least his family is wealthy enough to buy him a new car on his 16th birthday. When I turned sixteen, I only got a pair of new sneakers from my parents that I am currently wearing, a second-hand bicycle from my aunt, and some money from the rest of my family. It would be pretty neat if I were given a car like Dan's, but then again, some people were just not meant to.

     The cool night breeze blew on us as Dan drove past Big Ben's Dinery. We're only a few blocks away from Jillian's house. Neither of the two of us has been there. They say it's pretty huge, almost like a mansion, with a big pool, a wide terrace and everything. "When did she ask you?" Dan said, suddenly breaking the night's silence and almost surprising me.

     "Who? Jillian?" I look at the rearview mirror. My coffee colored hair was being thrown back and forth by the strong wind. Since the car was still speeding, I have no chance of fixing it to the way I left it back at my room, fifteen minutes ago, with some gel and a comb I've had since I was fourteen years old. With my eyes still fixed on my reflection, I make a silent vow to fix it later after the car has stopped. 

     "Well, unless someone else not named Jillian  Roberts invited you to the party, then yes."

     "It was after class, just yesterday. She was walking down the hallway, I was at my locker, then she just walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to go to her party," I said casually, as if it weren't a big deal, which it were. It's not always one of the two of us gets invited to a party of more than ten persons. I can still remember the way Jillian smelled like vanilla as she leaned her arm against the locker next to mine, parted her thin, red lipstick coated lips and spilled out the words, "Hey, Jay. So, I'm having a party over at my house tomorrow and I was thinking maybe, um, you could come?". I never thought I would ever hear those words from her. And yet, I did. In that hallway, after a day filled with several tests and quizzes I managed to not only pass but get high scores on, long periods of discussions and many usual bully confrontations, I did. Until now, I still can't believe it.

     "Just like that, huh," Dan says.

     "Yep. Just like that."

     We arrived at Jillian's house a few minutes later with the rest of the ride ridden in silence. I stepped out, fixing my hair in the neatest way I could. As I stepped out the truck and got a better view, I realized that Jillian's house wasn't like a mansion. It wasa mansion. Sounds boomed from the inside and filled my ears with deafening party music, people's voices chattering and my voice in my head telling me Congratulations, you're finally gonna be in a real party.

     I glanced back around to see Dan also getting out of the car. "Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you're doing?"

     "Like I'm letting you go and have all the fun without me," Dan says.

     "No, you can't come with me," I exclaimed.

     "Why not?"

     "Well, for one thing, you weren't invited, so, yeah," I say

     "No one ever said you couldn't come without an invitation," Dan looked at me and ran his hand through his hair, giving a try to fix it before seeing Jillian, I suppose.

     "Well, no one said you couldcome without one. I mean, what would Jillian say if I let someone notinvitedtag along with me to the party? No. You need to go back home. Right now."

     "Just relax, Jay, everything's going to be fine, okay? We're gonna go in there, we're gonna have the best time of our life and we're gonna be just fine."

     I'm not sure whether to let him come or not. I mean, is it okay to? Is it cool to? Don't cool people just invite themselves to a party or just go  ahead and let someone notinvitedcome with them? Or not? Okay, I don't know. Sometimes, Dan can be really, really annoying, but he's also my best friend since 1st grade.

     "Come on," Dan pleaded with me.

     I frown and reply, "All right, fine, come if you want, just..don't mess up, okay? You always do."

     "Got it, boss," Dan smirked and walked up the stairs of the front porch ahead of me. I follow him to the front door and stopped . "Do you think we should knock first or do we just go in?" I face Dan nervously.

     "Um," Dan stares at the door, and I realize he's also not used to these kind of things, "maybe we should...knock first?" Then he raised his hand and knocked like a normal person would on the door. No one answered. He knocked again. Still no answer. "Hm. Maybe we should just go in." Dan says. Then he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

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Hey, guys! I hope you like the first chapter of my story. Forgive me if I have wrong grammars or typos or whatever, I'm just twelve, I'm not an expert. Everything's gonna get better, I promise. So, anyway, leave a comment if you like. 'Till next time:)

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