Chapter 1
How comes the ginger girl never gets invited to the parties? The thought played on my mind for a while. Well, there were probably loads of girls going through this so why should I care? I could have my own party! Invite every ginger at school. Except that would be hard, considering I was the only one. Oh well. Too many people judge books by their covers, now if they were to see past the ginger mop atop my head, they would realise what an amazingly cool person I am. Back to reality. My sandwich sat untouched on the table in front of me. I snorted, a little like me you could say, untouched. My best friend December sat across from me. She gave me a look that said "stop being grumpy" I shot her my best evil eyes and took a nibble of my sandwich.
"Are you STILL obsessing about that stupid party?" she asked with her mouth full.
Gross.
"It's not just one stupid party! It's every frickin' party!" I snapped back, dropping my sandwich back to it's original place.
"We went to that one in seventh grade!" December reminded me, like it made a difference to my misery. I sighed.
"We're in tenth grade now D!" I said, exasperated, she looked at me, raising her eyebrows.
"I don't get what the big deal is, all that happens at these parties is people get wasted, fuck people, and completely forget about by the next morning!" D yelled attracting a couple of stares. When she got worked up about something, there was no use in arguing with her. I nodded and sipped on my water. D had been my best friend since fifth grade, I was the wormy ginger girl, reading a book too heavy for me too carry, and she was the pretty girl that everyone liked, until she became friends with me. After a few months, we figured we didn't need anyone else as long as we had each other.
In seventh grade, D turned scene. Every other month, she'd change her hair to another outrageous colour. Right now it was pink, blonde and leopard print on her fringe. I was long and thin at the ends and short and thick at the top, with so much product in it, it could stand against a hurricane and not come out of place. She wore masses of make up (although she didn't need it-which I reminded her on a daily basis) and outlined her eyes with a different coloured liner everyday. She was my complete opposite. Me being ginger, never having gone near make up, unless you can class chapstick as make up, and my hair was always pulled back in to a long high pony tail or bun. I wore sensible clothes, jeans and tee's whilst D wore bright-and I mean bright- clothes, short skirts, low cut tops and high heels as apposed to my flats. She'd tried on numerous occasions to get me out of my 'old woman look' as she liked to call it, but I'd always opted out, I had no one to impress.
It had been just me and D until a couple of years ago when Chris arrived replacing some guy who disappeared (Nobody has ever done that before, and he's still not been found) he had a mad crush on D though, followed her around all the time. Chris waltzed over to the table.
"Hey sexy bums" He grinned and slid in beside me, kicking my bag out the way and placing his tray down beside mine. I grinned at him and looked at my watch,
"Its half way through lunch, where've you been?" I asked, sipping on the straw of his milkshake.
"Detention" Chris huffed, pulling the milkshake out of my reach, making me dribble over the table, but he carried on before I could speak. "That Mr Greene is so homophobic!" He declared, letting out a breath of frustration.
"Oh gosh, this should be fun to hear" D laughed "What did he do?"
Well Chris said placing his hands on the table in front of him, "We were in science doing this experiment, so everyone was standing up with the stools tucked under the table." His lips curled into a grin, "anyway, my lab partner needed another beaker, so I was heading to the front to get one, and walked past Robbie Lane, who just so happened to be bent of his table." a sly gleam formed in his eyes "I looked around to make sure Sir wasn't looking, and slapped his ass, turns out I did it to hard, Mr Greene turned around, caught me, and gave me detention for the rest the week!" He sighed and sat back on his chair, sipping on his milkshake. It was only Monday, and Mr Greene wasn't know to change his mind. D laughed.
