With my face caked and loaded tote bag slung over my shoulder, I headed out to the garage to retrieve my bike. Since my mom was to lazy to drive me 2 miles herself, and I hated the bus, I decided to just ride my bike to school and park it among the reserved bike parking rails.
Down the split level kitchen and to the garage, I felt the stinging glare of my mom melting my spirit, but I just ignored it. I mean, what's better than 8 hours of jailbreak? Nine hours, I say to myself, but I keep it at eight.
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Ahh the joys of a sunny Tuesday morning here in central Texas. Robins chirping, Pine Oak trees rustling and the tearing of crisp, tangerine orange and ash red leaves crunching under my bike wheels. The air's aroma was a mixture of pecans and a mild, sweet and tender brisket you could literally taste. This was my absolute part of the day, a relaxing 2 mile ride through my lovely small town and community.
What I also awaited was to meet my friends in the library. We being the geeky readers, we ADORED this. All we did was normally wait an hour or two, chat and sit, play games or research on the computers, share homework answers, and search through the newly released titles.
But lately, my friends have been slowly changing. Suki and Beckett have grown..attached to each other, which I personally couldn't stand the thought of. Suki also has been giving me secret dirty looks when Beckett isn't around..he was my best friend since 2nd grade! We've had Sleepovers, Treehouse All-Nighters, Mall Trips, Concert trips and late night 3am sweet talking calls! He was absolutely beautiful with his swept Black hair, sorta like Pete Wentz's hair back in 2007. His rare, honey eyes dripping with innocence, golden fair skin, and such a lanky-well fit build. I will never forget the March of Freshman Year.
Suki, on the other hand, was a newfound friend from my other good friend, Jade. Suki was your typical studious and aspiring tiny Vietnamese girl. She was pretty and all, but somewhat snobby and braggy. She thought she had it all just because her mother is a neurosurgeon and her dad was an attorney, but she was still nice...or she was.
Well, anyway here I am at school. Lately, it just hasn't been the same..as if it is falling apart...
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Home is Where the Heart Is
Teen FictionSixteen year old Lindy Ryderson is your average sweetheart pulling through life with the worst family. Her role model brother dead, her dad imprisoned, sadistic mother and unappreciative little sister, flirtatious crush-best friend dating her now en...
