Ramero and Juillet

Chapter 1: Welcome to Riverline

Charlotte:

I stumbled off the bus behind Chelsea. She'd lived in my neighborhood since 6th grade and even though she's higher in the social food chain, she's not afraid to be seen with me. "Omgee I wonder if there are any cute boys. I know I have a boyfriend and all but it's not wrong to look right? And just in case we break up, I kinda wanna..." This is just one of the examples of our one-sided conversations we have. I usually just zone out and think about things other than her pretty girl predicaments. Things like what book am I going to escape to when I get home? Or what will I do to actually make the friends I craved? Would they like me? Would I even fit in when I did obtain them?... "Charlotte! Did you even hear me!?" My stunned expression took her aback and must have made her reconsider her tone. "Uhh sorry, but did you hear me? That dude was totally checking you out!" My  face must have obviously shown the mixture between curiosity and utter confusion because she giggled at me as I tried to discreetly look back without looking like a complete idiot.

Delmont:

"Dude did you see that girl?" Kingsley looked excitedly over his shoulders and waved. I turned to see a perky girl with a face nearly caked with make-up wave back and smile. She stood next to a girl in a baggy tee who looked as if she didn't have time for pointless gestures. "The one on the right is cute," I remarked and turned away. "You can't mean the one with the owl on her shirt," he looked as if he was about to burst into hysterics. I shrugged, "I like what I like." Kingsley shook his head. "If you get fresh meat its gotta be good," he licked his lips, "and tasty." I laughed, "You are such a perv." It was his turn to shrug, "I like what I like." 

Charlotte:

"Who do you think they are?" I asked Chelsea. "Ideekay but they were definately not freshmen and they were amazingly cute!" she said as she started touching up her make-up. I never wore make-up, even though I probably needed it most. My skin is fair but I have small freckles that sprinkle across my nose, they urk me. Though, I have to say, I love my hair. I have slightly red hair with random streaks of brown in it. Its curly and falls down to my waist with blond tips toward the bottom that I so boldly tried this summer. If there was anything I could beat Chelsea in, it was hair. Chelsea is still a gorgeous person but she is so... Fake. She certainly does make it look good, though. She wears short skirts, tank tops, and see through jackets. You know, pretty-girl wear. I on the other hand wear baggy tees so no one will see my pudge I gained over the summer. Chelsea smacked her lips and saw me staring at her, deep in thought. "Is there any on my teeth?" she said with a cheesy grin. I laughed, "No, you're good." She smiled, "Well we still need to find first period. I'll catch up with you at lunch, kay?" I nodded and we took off in different directions. I would worry about physical appearance and the mystery boys later. Right now, I needed to find class 2306.