My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 1

Chapter1:

I opened my big red umbrella and took off running down the pavement. The rain was coming down fast and after a matter of minutes, I was drenched.

My phone read 6:28. Panicking at the thought of the bus getting here at 6:30, I took off sprinting. I could see the bus wheels rolling in around the corner, and that's when I was tripped by a mailbox. Seriously.

I sat on the concrete and rubbed my forearms. Of course they were scraped and bleeding. I stood up quickly, but the bus had already taken off.

What a fantastic morning.

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Dripping wet, I walked into the front office. Mrs. Salisbury handed me my late pass. Her beady eyes narrowing.

I stopped by the girls bathroom on my way, and somewhat cleaned up my arms. I rung out my hair, and put it up into a ponytail. I stared at my reflection. My light brown hair was knotted and my mascara dripped down my blue-gray eyes. I just rubbed it off all together.

It was 7:30 when I walked into my home room class.

"Your late Wilson," Mr. Messenger barked at me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, handing him the crumpled late pass.

I took my seat in the back row. Right in between Summer Stevens and her jock boyfriend, Brian Parks.

"Aw, you finally got a bath!" giggled Summer. I rolled my eyes. Brian burst out laughing, "Good one Summy!"

"I told you not to call me that!" she said, irritated. "Sorry," he blushed.

"That's alright," she said batting her fake eyelashes.

There I sat sandwiched between the dream couple, the witch and the idiot.

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When lunch finally came around, I was ready to explode. I'm fortunate enough to have an identical schedule with Summer.

I stood in line and grabbed a sand which, cookie, and an apple. I walked over to my usual lunch spot, only to find it taken over by Francesca Willows and her wannabe Summer group.

"Why are you sitting here?" I said slowly. My friends and I have sat at that table since freshmen year. Just then Summer herself waltzed over to us.

"Hey, Brook!"

"It's Bree."

"Whatever."

"Why are they sitting here?"

"Well, I'm feeling supes generous today, so I gave Francesca your table!"

"Isn't Summer just the sweetest!" fangirled the wannabes.

"Excuse me...!" I began but was cutoff by Summer.

"You can go join you're loser friends outside!" she grinned.

"But it's raining!" I protested.

"You can have another bath!" she giggled. And with that she took my cookie and shoved me out the door.

I marched to my "new" table and sat down angrily. My best friend Claire shot me a weak smile. I sighed back at her. She had long red hair and a freckled face. Anthony, a super sweet but pretty nerdy kid, sat across from me. And that's our clique.

We complained for a while about Summer, and then the bell rang.

'Summer Stevens, you had better watch your back.' I thought, sighing.