Strange Sounds

Chapter 1

School was beginning to get slower and slower, the seconds to minutes, minutes to hours.... you get the drill. It was horrible. Honestly, I had decided long ago that if I was told I had one day to live, I would head to the halls of Winter Park High, where days seemed to last eons. At least, that's how it felt today because I seemed to be staring at the clock for an hour or more before the hand finally ticked again, leaving us with ten more minutes to the end of Algebra.

I was so zoned out that I didn't notice my friend, Samantha Hall, whispering to me from her seat beside me. "Marisol. Marisol! MARISOL RENEE PRINCETON!" Samantha whisper yelled, causing me to jump nearly to the damn ceiling. "Oh, my God! What do you want? I'm trying to learn about..." I trailed off and looked down at my notebook to see the notes on Factoring that I hadn't realized I'd written, but now glad I had. "Factoring!" I finished, happy that I knew something about this God forsaken subject. Samantha snorted. "Yeah, right. We both know you weren't. Now listen to me!" I roll my eyes at my over - needy friend and propped my chin on my hands and gave the blonde a look of sarcastic attention. "Do continue."

Samantha rolled her blue eyes (a feature that i am intensely jealous of, seeing as mine were a forest green) before continuing on whatever rant she had started. "Look, there's some awesome party that's supposed to happen at Tony Blanchards house tonight.  I think you should come." Samantha cast a glance across the room to where the aforementioned boy was sitting, tapping his fingers against his desk top. Smirking, she added, "Imagine what he could do with those fingers..." I  cringed in disgust, playfully shoving the smirking blondes arm. "Is sex all you think about?" "Pretty much. That, and McDonald's." Samantha said with a shrug, and that made me laugh. The teacher shot me a look of loathing, and I did my best to convey a feeling of regret (one that didn't exist). "Slut," I muttered to Samantha when the teacher turned away. "Prude." We both laughed again. "Anyways, I think you should come, Tony or no. You seem tense." Samantha pouted her cherry chapstick covered lips in a way that was perhaps supposed to be pleading, but I only found it comical. "Sam. I am NOT having sex, okay? Not with a stranger." (A/N: This will be hilariously ironic later. Oh you just wait. Hehehe.) Samantha rolled her eyes again, and I could almost HEAR her calling me a prude in her head once again. "Y'know, I heard that if you roll your eyes enough you'll find your brain. Then again, you might not have one if you think I'm going to do the dirty with Tony of all people. " I snickered. "Do the dirty? Oh, my God. What are you, five?" Samantha laughter replaced my own, as I didn't find that even remotely funny. Well, maybe it was. But still. "And a half," I corrected with a grin.

Class ended ten minutes after that conversation,  and the second the bell rang the class began buzzing with weekend plans and it almost made me rethink the whole party at Tony's plan that Samantha had concocted. It was only the thought of all the chores I had to catch up on that kept me from planning too much about going. "C'mon! Move it or lose it!" Samantha begged, her many ringed fingers wrapping around my wrist and tugging sharply, causing me to wince. Sure, she was skinny and unmuscled, but we're talking about a girl who lives for shoe sales. Being a huge fashion lover like Samantha basically meant you were bound to end up with some muscle. "You do know that the restaurant can't run out of food, right?" I whined and trying to futially get my wrist from her grip. "Yeah yeah, but if we don't go now we'll never got out of the parking lot! Now book it, shorty!" I rolled my eyes but followed my friend at a half acceptable sprint.

Having finally reached Sam's small, cream colored Volkswagen, I finally thought I was okay to slow down. Pretending to be out of breath, I leaned down with my hands on my knees and panted softly. "Ugh, ugh, I cant, I'll die." Samantha groaned, and I grinned, because to be honest I felt like the main reason I was born was to annoy Samantha Walters. "In. The. Car." She huffed, popping open the drivers side door and climbing in. I opened the passenger side and did the same, although I propped my black Vans onto the dashboard in front of me. I was so short that it worked well. "Look- hey, hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Samantha's eyes widened to the size of tea saucers and she used her own feet to kick mine off. "Hasn't this thing been through enough!?" That was indeed true, for this car had been through Sam's mother and older brother, who were both prone to accidents. I threw my head back laughing. "S-sorry, that was just.....so....funny! You should have seen your face!" Samantha huffed as she pulled out of the parking lot. "Asshole."

On the drive to the resturaunt, there was an awful lot of talking and mainly from Sam. See, Sam felt the need to document everything that happened in her every day life and, since she hated writing ("It could mess up my nail polish!") she would just tell everyone else and expect them to remember what she had for lunch Tuesday. For a little while, at the beginning of the friendship, I would get so upset with Samantha when she would get upset with me if I didn't remember one irrelevant detail. I can't quite remember what it was but once I forgot something she told me and  I know we didn't speak for three days afterwards.  The only thing that kept us together was her mom getting us in the same room to tell Sam that she shouldn't have gotten so upset because I did, after all, remember her birthday along with pets long dead and grandparents i didn't even know.

"Mar!" Two thin white fingers with tips colored pink snapped in front of my eyes, making me jump. "Wha-? Yeah? I'm here, what?" I stammered, blinking so I could direct my blurry vision on Samantha. "Do you want a milkshake this time?" She questioned, looking bemused and angry at the same time. "Of course!" I scoffed, moving a hand to my chest in an offended way. The boy at the window laughed at my gesture, and I smiled at him gratefully. He was cute, his dark brown hair curling softly, just a little, and his brown eyes seemed almost golden in the sunlight coming through the clouds. Had I the chance, I would ask him his name, perhaps his number. Ah, but I'm over exaggerating. I'm an awkward little fucker and everyone knew it.

A/N: Yay, first chapter done. This one was very spur of the moment kind of thing but I hope it turned out okay. Could someone maybe give me more story ideas I could write? I know my stories suck so I won't mind at all if no one wants to give me ideas but heeey I'm willing to try.