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prologue

Prologue

      It was towards the end of 7th grade. I was sitting on the edge of my bed facing the window, aimlessly scrolling through instagram. There was only a month left of school, so most of my teachers found no point in assigning homework they knew no one was gonna do.

I then started stalking people's accounts and scrolling all the way down towards the beginning of the year. By this time all the girls (hoes) i knew were already on their 9th boyfriend this school year. Wish I could relate.

The only real "boyfriend" I've ever had was my gay best friend Jordan. We fake dated in 6th grade so we didn't look like total losers. It lasted for a decent amount of time and it was pretty believable, until Jordan came out to everyone 4 months after we started "dating".

We're still best friends to this day with our other main bitch Sofia. We've been a perfect trio since the 2nd grade.

That's the really dumb thing about this town. The friends you pick when you're young, are the friends that are with you until graduation. So you had to choose wisely. Luckily I got stuck with the best two idiots in this whole town.

But back to my main point, the lame thing is that we've never had a "new" kid. No one ever moves here, and no one ever really moves out either.

I hate 1/2 the people in this town— no wait, scratch that more like 3/4 of the people in this town, but I know all of them. You don't have to like everyone here, but you do end up knowing their name and their whole family history.

Like for example, the Bessons. A 4 person family made up of a busy working mother Saskia Besson, a deployed father Ray Besson, A Troublemaker/Complete douchebag son Corbyn Besson, and their youngest daughter Ashley Besson. that's me.

I hear the front door shut and footsteps charging up the staircase. It's most likely Corbyn.

I just go back to my pointless insta stalking, not really having any other reason to do anything else. But then an earlier thought pops back in my mind.

Mom said the dishes had to be done by the time she got home. No way i'm doing it again. I cleaned those stupid things last night and the last four nights before that. So Corbyn can actually move his ass and do something productive for once in his life.

I know you probably think I'm being mean to my own brother, but he's a full-of-himself jerk. Ya know what, just wait and see for yourself.

I push myself off the groove I made in the mattress of the bed and head towards Corbyn's room with my phone in my hand.

I turn the knob of his door and surprise surprise, it's locked. I knock twice gently before waiting ten seconds with no answer. Then I start pounding on the plank of wood in front of me. I keep banging nonstop until the door swings open from the other side.

I look up and face someone who is definitely not my brother. Or any of his friends that I know of. Or anyone I know of in general. This was definitely a new face. He was not from anywhere around here, that's for sure.

He clears his throat, like he was signaling me to say something.

Oh my god. I've just been standing here this entire time staring at him trying to see if I recognized this kid. Great first impression Ash! He probably thinks i'm a low key creep now.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm Ashley. I'm Corbyn's sister, I'm assuming he's the reason why you're here..." I start.

"Oh um yeah, I'm Zach. I just moved into the neighborhood down from here. If you're looking for Corbyn he ran to the garage for a second." He introduced.