Life With Her

Chapter One

Constance Knox

      As school finished up, I sighed heavily and sat in my seat for a few minutes. Then, I slowly made my way to my locker in the Science wing of the school. As I waited for everyone to clear out, I felt someone on the other side of my locker door. I smiled, thinking it was Annabell, my best friend for two years. That's when I moved here. After I grabbed everything, I closed the door and leaned against it on my right shoulder. I smiled, expecting Annabell to be there, but she wasn't.

      My smile quickly vanished, and a grim look came over my face. She must be out again with her other friends. Wonderful. I guess I'm by myself again, I think to myself. I sigh and start walking out of the science building to my car. I got an old VW bug that I've wanted since I knew they existed. It's purple and dark blue marble, my favorite combination. I watched the professionals as they painted it, making sure the shades and tones of the paint were perfect. I was going to drive it and I didn't want it to look like shit. That was for my fifteenth birthday, and I've had it since. I turned seventeen a month ago, I think.

      I don't remember much anymore, but that's okay. That's why I keep Annabell around, so she keeps me in line, also, partly because I like her. I almost always do the same thing each day, and when I don't, that's when I like to have Annabell around, so she can help me out. I hate how easily I forget things, but, secretly, I think Annabell finds it adorable. So she may have a boyfriend, but I think she secretly likes me.

      As I get into my car and get lost in my thoughts for a minute, I start to drive home. When I get home, I park my car in the driveway. As I do so, I leave everything from school in there and take my money in the process. Then, I start the walk to my favorite cafe right off the main street. As I pass by the series of enormous houses, I sigh. What a waste. I think to myself. Such a waste to build all these houses when we could minimalize, and save nature a little. I sigh, shake my head to clear my thoughts, and continue my path.

      As I'm walking, I reach an old, yet familiar house. As I stop in front of it, I'm remembering more clearly now. I've been to several parties here, none of which I've drunk anything or talked to anyone, but just came to say I've been. At all these parties, I've witnessed countless things, and none of them I want to ever talk about again. The experiences seemed great at the time, but really, they were kind of tragic. At one party, I managed to get a boyfriend. His name is Uleki Torres. He goes to a school across town, I think, but I'm not sure. I don't know him that well, but he was talking to me, words slurred, and kissed me after he hit on me.

     Sometimes I make a point to walk past this house, but other times it just happens across my path. When this particular house, owned by Luke Russell, the most popular kid in school, or, that's what everyone believes, I guess. According to him and everyone else, he's involved in most sports, activities, and basically, anything else that happens at school. I don't know why, but I guess every other girl at school likes him but me. I mean, I have a boyfriend, and so do most other girls at school, but most of them like him. I mean, I guess it makes sense. He has good looks, he's athletic, popular, and he's got high status. Most girls want that, even if the person underneath is a really bad guy. I've never really talked to the guy, but I know how he is.

     I've had boyfriends like Luke in the past, but I left them after the first time they hit me. I was with seven people like Luke, mostly for their looks and bodies. I know it's shallow, but that mattered to me at that time. If everyone knew what Luke did to my friends, they'd leave him all by himself. I'd only get happiness or satisfaction if everyone that adored him left him alone, in the dark, and depressed, like myself. Then he'd have an understanding of what it's like to be me. To be lonely. To have no one except your most loyal friend beside you at all times. To be sitting by yourself at lunch with your best friend, having mean comments written on the front of your book covers. To be called a whore, a slut, a faggot, and a bitch. He will never know how much that has hurt me in the past. He's the one who hurt me in the past, and he will never know that, mostly because I'm too much of a coward to tell him that.

A/N: Thank you all for reading this chapter I hope you enjoyed. I'll try to write more in the future, but I only write in my spare time, which is minimal now that I'm in school. I will be sure to write as much as I can, but I don't know how much I can write but thank you for being here to read and support my book. Thank you!