On the Count of Y-O-U

Chapter 1: The beginning

Ammy's P.O.V. :-

"Alison Ammy Spencer! Get out of the bed right now." My mom yelled from downstairs.

I buried my face deeper into my pillow knowing it was the beginning of the final year of High School. I just hated it, I don't know why. Maybe it was the pressure I had since it was my final year in highschool, but especially my home town. My parents already had the thought of ending me up in a, so called -'Prestigious College'.

I never really got the idea of how my mom's 'Prestigious College' would ever be like. Her idea of 'Prestigious College' was nothing but a top one ranked college in England but I had some other plans in life and later get settled in California. She wanted me settle in Europe & I didn't.

I've always been that girl who is simple, decent, kinda nerdy with good grades and always known as the quiet one but the one who has a sassy best friend.

"Ammy, hurry up," my mom yells back. After a quick shower I prepare myself to be thrilled enough for the final year. I dress up quickly with a decent ponytail and come downstairs for breakfast.

Final years weren't easy ones. One had to prepare themselves so much in order to receive a acceptance letter from a available prestigious college.

I hear the honk of the school bus and I hurry up. As I reach the campus, I see the same concrete structure once again except there were some few changes. I read the bold letters painted in newly shined red paint, "WESTVIEW HIGH SCHOOL, Kingswick, Wellington".

"Ammy Spencer!" whispered my best friend, Kate Davis.Kate wasn't a easy girl. She was a popular wealthy girl, the daughter of a renowned business man in Kingswick. She was a bad ass to mama's boys with blue dyed hair and random tattoos all over on her arms. My mom always disliked the way she dressed, but according to me it was always cool enough for Kate's personality.

I would often fall in trouble because of Kate but she's kind enough to help me sort out stuff. And sometimes she would also take the blame on herself, that's what best friend do. We were always there for each other as sisters.

As I am usually a quiet one, the cheerleaders usually bullied me. And the football team players were nothing but their supporting pillars.

Being with Kate, made my boring life into a thrilling and adventurous one. When I'm with Kate, I just discover myself more.

I remember the time in eight grade, Kate literally punched a jock's face in the cafeteria for bulling me and asked me to kick his dick. Well, I actually did and we both ended up in detention for three days. Memorable days, I must say.

Previously I had dated only one guy till now but he turned out to be an asshole. Like Kate, I never experienced the butterflies effect in my stomach. So once Kate ended up taking a sexuality test on me. Fortunately, I was considered straight.

Coming back to what had happened on the first day, it turned out to be a whole new experience in my life.

I sighed and walked to my locker, 224. I had my headphones on listening to 'High Hopes' by Panic! At the Disco, also wearing a printed shirt with blue jeans and a black and white laced canvas. I opened my locker, grabbed a few of my books and put them in my backpack.

I turned around, hoping to find Kate. I spotted her standing besides her boyfriend, Mason Parker.

Mason Parker, the popular jock. Well built and strong. His brown hair brushed back in a dramatic widows peak, with a few pieces falling forward onto his square shaped face and covering his brown eyes. Mason was the captain of the high school football team - Westview Warriors. He was a nice guy and was not like any other football players.

I called Kate and we both moved into the class. Kate and I had been in the same class since our elementary school. Luckily, we both found ourselves in the same class in High school too.

Suddenly someone interrupted the room and there's a whole lot of unexpected silence slackened. It was Mr. Miller, and honestly I never expected him. He was a literature teacher and I could predict the whole class would end up dosing in the first hours except a few of them including myself.

The Principle, Mr.Anderson stepped in suddenly at the door and called someone in. Everyone's eyes moved towards the door.

Someone entered. Now everyone's eyes fixed even more. As I turned to look up, CRAP!

Everything from that moment shattered and it all began,

The beginning of everything, On the count of.