Chapter 1

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by phanicravenclaw

by phanicravenclaw

I was gonna do more characters but I don't feel like it so I won't.

Here's part one of This already shitty story.

I had to walk home from school again, not that I mind. The walk is 638 (or 639) steps and I usually have music to listen to.
I had my hair tied back in a tight pony and was wearing a Sky Blue Tee and skinny jeans, paired with my Sandals.

I'm in the middle of Never Enough from the Greatest Showman when I bump into someone on step 372.
Oh god I'm sorry! They basically squealed out.
No.. It's fine, I wasn't paying attention. I muttered out, gathering my stray books and fixing my headphones.
I finally looked up and got a good look at who ran into me, a girl who couldn't have been older than me. She had long brown curlyish hair and dark eyes. She was wearing a Nike hoodie and gray leggings paired with black tennis shoes.
I tend to over analyze people before I meet them, so I can get gist of what they're like, then know their chosen name.
She reaches out her hand to me and I take it and shake.
Katrina. She says softly.
Gwendolyn Hadley Besemie. I reply with a big smile on my face and start thinking about putting my Books in my bag.
That's a nice name. She sounds unsure. Most people are when I tell them my name for some reason. It's just my name. I should put my books in my bag.
Instead I just nod.
Well it's nice to meet you Gwendolyn. She has a frown. No one ever smiles anymore even though it takes 17 muscles to smile and 43 to frown. I don't understand why you'd want to use unneeded muscles.
You could call me Gwen if you wanted. But you don't have to. I frown even though it hurts my face.
Okay, I'll see you around Gwen She walks around me and I put my books in my bag.
People are confusing, did she not want to talk to me? Is there something in my teeth? Did I say something wrong?
Oh well, think.
I start back down the sidewalk and count my steps. 381, 382, 383, 384....

When I get home it's 4:18 P.M. I go into the kitchen and grab the peanuts. I sit down on the couch and grab my homework, APUSH, APCHEM, APENGLISH, and APCALC. Mom says I'm really smart, but I just like learning.
I work on homework until dad gets home at 6:43 P.M. Then help him clean up our table which really doesn't have much on it except mail and last nights plates. Mom and dad call me a 'low maintenance' child because I don't dress up and I really never ask for anything. I just know we can't afford prom dresses and video game consoles, so I don't ask.
Anyways...
It's 7:04 when we finish cleaning, and mom got home at 6:58. Then dad makes dinner, and I go and write notes for APCHEM, 4 pages to be exact. Then at 8:17 dinner was done so I went and ate, then went to bed. A basic layout of my day. Then I wake up and get ready and leave the house, then go to school, then come home. It's easy. Everything's easy. The same.

Till it wasn't.

Ooooooooooof so yeah there was the first part it was bad, it's chill though. So enjoy the rest of this shitty story ;)

-Lays
9/19/18