Limp

Chapter One

Chapter 1

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Okay lets pray that statement is true. Because if not I'm toast. That's all I was thinking about as I headed toward the skater boy and pot smoking rebel table in Mount Salmon high school. In my definition: scary as hell table that can make you pee your pants like a little baby while everyone laughs at you. You may ask, why am I approaching this table? Yeah, I am too. But before we go too far into this story let me give some background information, starting with my fourteenth birthday party two years ago. That's basically where my life started to go down hill.

At my party we were all hanging out in my garage, you know just talking with the girls, when we managed to sneak some boys over. I was excited because a guy I liked, Nick Fettler, was among that group of boys. So I was all like "OMG!! Maybe he likes me!! First kiss here I come!!" But then when they got there he only had eyes for Kali, my best friend, who knew that I had the hots for Nick.

I was a little pissed off at first when they went out but Kali was still my best friend so I was happy she got a boyfriend. But then she was a world class bitch to me when I didn't want to hang out with her and the love of my eighth grade life when all they would do was make out in front of me. I mean who would want to see your best friend and your crush tongue wrestle? Certainly not me, that's for sure.

So when she made friends with the Populars' she dropped me like a fly. At first it wasn't that bad, I mean we still talked, but she wanted me to hang out with the preps and I flat out told her that they were all brainless air heads. And I didn't want brainless air heads for friends, they could probably stab your back before they would help you. Ever since I told her that its been kind of a hobby of hers to make me feel like shit, and I became the school loner. The one everyone picked on because they could. Because Kali told you to.

The only person Kali hates more then me is Chris Oleskey. She hates him because earlier this year he slept with her and broke up with her the next day. Well, that's what the rumors say anyway. He still has friends though, unlike me.

He had a reputation after that; girls steered clear and guys patted him on the back. Unless the girls just wanted his money. For a skater boy rebel, he has a lot of money. And I'm not talking about just a little upscale then the rest of us, nope, I'm talking about his dad gives him an allowance of three hundred dollars a week. 

Chris's little sister, Amber Oleskey, is the only person I really talk to in school. She's only a freshman though, so we have no classes together and that's kind of why I like talking to her. She doesn't really know how much of an antisocial loser I am so she sticks around and acts like I'm so cool because I'm a junior, which I don't mind at all. But we don't hang out outside of school. Ever. I like her enough, but if her brother knew we hung out, he'd make my life even more of a living hell then it already is. And trust me, my life is hellish enough. So the only times we talk is inter-joining study hall, lunch and on the bus. Yes, I still ride the damn school bus. I know, I'm a pathetic seventeen year old loser who doesn't have her license, heard it all before.

But I'm a pathetic loser who needs money before dear old step daddy finds out I stole his money for some new clothes. But I only did that because mine were getting way to small and I have to wear all my jeans as Capri's because I was five foot when I got them and now I'm five four. Luckily I still fit in the waist of them, their just a little more snug then they used to be when I was a little eighth grader that only weighed around a hundred pounds. Now I weigh a hundred and twenty five pounds and the only places you can tell is my chest, and my butt. But nobody in school knows what's under the hundred layers of clothes because back in ninth grade Kali told everyone I slept with people for money, so I had to hide my figure from the world, and that makes my mother furious, because she said that I had a great figure with the most beautiful blond hair in the world that I hid under base ball caps and hoodies.