Old Stories I Never Finished (including Intertwined)

Intertwined (Chapters 1-5)

I've got some of it written out but I just recently started typing it up. It may take a while, but I hope I get to publish this one! I'll post more every chance I get. Please be patient with me!

(Update haaa just kidding. I feel that this book is too typical preteen like, I may add to it, since this was the longest one I'd actually published so far, but my hearts not really into this story anymore. I'm deleting the original one, along with all the amazing peoples' comments and support.)

Blurb:

Three girls, seemingly from three different worlds. But reallly, they're not all that different, you will discover. But that's not what everybody at William's High sees. There's Britney, the cheerleader, queen of the sophomores, if not the whole school. Then there's Angela, whom everybody calls Angel, a typical highschooler, trying to survive high school. And finally, Sam, the "loner". She's a "typical geek"; glasses, braces, and a nose that is always buried in a book. But one day, the love triangle clashes these three girls, and their worlds, together in a whirlpool of love, hate, jealousy and the seemingly undestructable social pyramid of high school.

Chapter One: Britney

Oh. My gosh. I cannot believe these people! I mean seriously! Who the heck cares about some stupid Drama Club vs. Book Club debate? Not only do they fill up the morning announcements with a bunch of crap, they also make us listen to all of it. My iPhone 5G vibrated. I reached into my pink Hollister bag and looked at the screen. You have one new message. I opened it. You thinkin what I'm thinkin? Showroom b there. Sweet. I put my droid back into the bag, walked up to Mr. Finsher's desk and asked him for a pass. He's staring at me like I'm crazy. Or maybe he's just staring. I roll my eyes. "A pass Mr. Finsher. I need a pass." I explain to him, talking slowly as if he's a little child. "Um, I don't think so Miss-" I sighed irritated and leaned down over his desk. This is ridiculous. Finsher's like... sixty.

Well, at least it works. "Yes, of c-course." he stammered, causing a chorus of snickers from the class, and shakily wrote me a hall pass. I snatched it from his hand and sauntered out of the room, swinging my bag over my shoulder as I walked past my desk.

The hallways were empty at this time in the morning, except for a few stragglers, rushing to get to class. I pushed open the doors of the school's indoor stadium, which we call the showroom. Callie pushed herself off the wall the she was leaning on and took a step towards me. "Hi!" she chirped, over enthusiastically. I grinned. "Hey. Thank goodness someone came up with an idea. I though I was going to have to call for a walk-out or something. Gosh, can this school get any lamer?" I groaned. "I know right?" Cassie responded in the same chirpy voice. "The biggest debate of the year! Will the "Super-Smart Book Explorers" win or will victory go to the "Dramatic Drama Heroes"?" she mimicked Mr. Hanley's talk-show-voice announcements. I rolled my eyes. Callie is SUCH a clone; I bet she would lick my shoes if I told her to. I snorted, imagining her on the floor, unquestionably licking my feet clean. She would do that. I agreed with myself. "What's so funny?" she asked, giggling as if she was in on some joke with me. Wow, she's pathetic. I don't know why I hang out with her. Oh well. At least we can both afford to shop at Tiffany's because both of our dad's are like, mega-rich. "Nothing. C'mon." I jerked my head towards the podium as I walked up to stairs to the stage. "Ahem!" I coughed into the mike. "Please seat yourselves!" I addressed the imaginary students, imitating Ms. Watson's eager but frustrated voice. Chuckling Callie drew a chair from the stand and sat down obediently. I groaned "You're not supposed to sit down you idiot." Her mouth immediately took the shape of an O and she leaped off of the chair as if it had suddenly caught fire. Moron. Abruptly I heard the bell ring, signaling that first period was over. I jumped down from the stage and tapped the handicap switch by the doors. They swung open and I walked through the doorway like a queen with Callie trailing behind me, just as students began pouring out of the classrooms and flooding the hallway. I immediately saw Heather and Christa and fell in step beside them, joining their conversation as if I had been there all along.