Apples to Apples

Chapter 1: Have You Been Living Under Patrick's Rock?

      Here's a narrator's note...I advise you to turn away from this story if you dislike depression, angst, and clichés.

Now is your chance to look away...

This is your last chance...

Seriously...

I mean it...

Okay, you're stuck here now. Now, here's another narrator's note, I would also tell you to look away because the author sucks but she's the author and she can either kill off the narrator or just-

SLAP YOU! NOW GET ON WIH THE STORY IDIOT!

Yeah, that's your lovely author but don't tell the characters that they're only characters in a book. They'll be heartbroken. Only the narrator and the author have access behind the fourth wall, you don't ha-ha. Wait...

Ah well, I'm getting confused so let's allow the story to begin!
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     "Mom!" Ace whined, putting his arms around her. "I don't want to go to school!" He actually liked school~that weirdo~, he just made this a habit. She chuckled and patted his hands.

     "Do you want to make money?" She asked and he looked at her with a 'what-are-you-saying' look.

     "Obviously..." He muttered, his eyes tightly knit together in confusion. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Then you have to go to school!" She laughed and pushed him out of the house.

"Wait, but I didn't get any food!" Ace whined and her eyes sparkled.

"I give you an allowance for a reason!" She laughed and slammed the door shut. Ahh how I love Mrs. Stone. Ace chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through his cinnamon colored hair. And just then, the bus came with it's depressing cloud of black smoke, polluting the air. It's doors opened and the type of foggy steam you see in horror movies appeared...I'm joking. Let's continue! He climbed on to immediately be greeted with heaps of hollers, yeah my beautiful readers, I know~I'm a freakin poet, and broke into a wide grin.

"Yo Ace!"

"Ace o' Hearts, where you been?"

     "Ace Chase, about time you got here!"

Ugh, while these absolute ruffians sound like vikings with no gra-

SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO MY STORY!

Oh right!

     "Hey, what's happenin'?" Ace grinned at them all.

     "Kara Lynch is what's happening." Miles grinned. Ah, I forgot Ace's group in the introduction. Miles. Miles Boone, he's the basketball star of the group. There's no leader of it like in the movies, even though it's kind of the 'it' group.

     "Nah, Alizeh is hotter." Leo piped up, fingering the pencil in his ear. Yeah, he's an artsy fartsy type.

     "Yeah Meters, Alizeh's definitely better." Blake pitched in. Blake's the guitarist, a few more of them play guitar but he's fully and utterly devoted to his music. It's more a side thing for the others.

      "You guys are blind." Thomas rolled his eyes. "Kara's the hottie, the whole school will agree." Thomas is kind of just there. He's the player I guess you could say. Not really a heartbreaker, but not exactly a 'saint.'

Ace frowned. "I've seen Alizeh arond and in classes, she's pretty hot- I give her an 8.5. But who's Kara?" Miles', Leo's, Blake's, and Thomas' jaws all dropped.