The Written Book

chapter one

My feet lost it balance as it slipped.

I barely manage to grab unto the ledge my hands covered in blood it opened.

I would die anyways nobody was coming to save me. Fall to my death or bleed out.

"You need to stop writing that book what's it about anyways." She asked peering over my shoulder in homeroom.

My checks turned red and I slammed the book close and put it in my binder and I glance at her.

"Olive."I stated.

"Ally."she stated as if it was roll call.

"You can be so annoying at times you know that right."

"Oh I know I can be Al but that's why you love me."She had a cheeky smile in place.

I shook my head and sighed when the teacher finally came in.

"Turn to page 19 in your textbook." Mr. Owe stated harshly.

Oliveira hoped back to her seat and opened it glancing at me when I was looking at her.

"Hey hot stuff."a voice whispered in my ear. I swear to god.

I looked at William and glared at him.

"Do you mine."I whispered harshly.

"I do how can I focus in class when I have such a hot girl in front of me."

Olive was giving me the look.

But I knew most guys hit on me because of my parents. Like most girls wanted to be my friend because of them but I didn't need fake friends.

I had olive and a few others who I knew likes me for me and not because of my parents.

I've known Oliveira or Olivia what I call her since forever

Her mom used to babysit me since I was one and now sixteen years later where still as close as ever.

"Miss. Neeve are you finished with the reading."Mr. Owe asked me.

I shook my head no.

I swear he had something against me and I didn't know what but he did.

Only me I promise it's only me.

William was one time looking under girls skirt once (the more sluty girls who decided to make the uniform only a inch below there butt.)

Everyone can but I can zone out for a second telling my backstory.

I read it and kept getting ask things from William and I was happily running to my next class when the bell rang.

"Hey al."that was michelle who could ask for more when you have olive and Michelle.

Michelle and I only met in 8th grade and we insult eachother but we both know we're joking.

"You're heading to Olivia's house right." Elle asked me.

"Of Course." I replied.