T.B.D.

Prologue & Chapter One

PROLOGUE

Picture yourself laying on your back, on perfect, fresh cut grass. Now picture the perfect, clear, blue sky above you. Can you feel the wind? It's not too harsh and it's not too cold, it's just right. Soft, soft wind. Can you smell that fresh cut grass smell? I bet you can. Now picture yourself in the yard of your perfect, perfect house. With the perfect mother inside, doing dishes. The perfect, perfect dad doing chores in the garden and the yard. Go back to picturing the sky. You see that one, tiny airplane. Not big enough for you to see every detail, but not small enough to be a tiny speck in the sky. You know what I'm talking about, right? Right. So the perfect airplane gliding smoothly across the sky, leaving that perfect trail of fluffy, white, cloud, looking stuff. It's just so, perfect. You are in the perfect yard with the perfect house with the perfect parents with the perfect weather. Now replace that perfect sky with a dark, grey ceiling. And replace the perfect, fresh cut grass with a hard, wooden, floor. Replace the perfect parents with stressed and sad parents. Replace the airplane with a paper airplane that you made from a dirty and crinkled piece of paper. Go back to picturing the perfect life. Now go back to the depressing life. Now you know what I wish my life was like, and what my actual life is. One last time, picture the perfect life. Now stop, because you know what? It's never going to happen. Perfect life's don't exist. And they never will.

CHAPTER ONE

School was like any other day. Except for one thing. And another. Maybe the day wasn't like any other day. Anyways, Katelyn, my best friend; was rambling on and on about how her brother was complaining all night about his toe and how he stubbed it and how it hurt so so so baaad. She also talked about how Alex D., a boy in our grade, reminds her of her brother, Steven. "Hey Alex, have I told you that you remind me of my brother?" Katelyn yelled at him while he was walking past. "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah." Mrs. Snodgrass said as she shook her finger at us. "You know not to yell in the hallways, Mrs. Janssen." "Oh, ok! Definitely won't happen again, Mrs. Snodgrass!" Katelyn said with a laugh. Mrs. Snodgrass looked at us, then turned her back and continued talking to Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Cathey. "Whew! That was close!" "Yeah, maybe you should quiet down, just a little." Libby held up her fingers with an inch or two apart. Libby was one of my other best friends, and she mostly hangs out with the sporty people. She claims that we are her bestest friends, but I don't particularly agree with that, but whatever. "Libby! Over here!" Lexi called. Lexi was one of Libby's track, basketball, and volleyball friends. "K! Be there in a sec!" "Hurry up!" "Okay, okay! Sorry guys, see you in 5th hour?" " Yep," Katelyn said. And with that, she was off. " Well, that was brief." Katelyn said. I shrugged and we carried our books over to Helen's locker. " Hey guys!" Helen said. " Ahh, Helenbelen our little watermelon!" Kat replied. I've been calling Katelyn Kat since, like, 3rd grade. I remember I got tired of saying the whole name out so I switched to calling her Kat. "Oh, look who it is! The dumb people." Gianna joked as she came out of her first-hour classroom towards her locker. "You know, you keep saying that, and we all know it's a joke but it's starting to feel like you are actually meaning it." I said. "I would never!" "Gigi, not to hurt your feelings, but it does kind of feel as though you are starting to mean it." Helen said. "Ugh. If you guys can't take a joke, then I'll just leave." Gianna said. "Fine, fine we took it as a joke." I said, kind of forced. "Well okay then. Oh! I just remembered. I have to go get my computer, I will see you at lunch!" "Sure." We all said, kind of like we've all said it before, how weird.