Zoe. | Recharged. | Book One.

Zoe Bryan. | The New Dynamic.

Disclaimer

Hi everyone! It's MOXIE, again. Long time no talk, huh? I just wanted to write this disclaimer to you all know that I did not forget to upload last week, I had a terrible cold, and I was recovering from it. Therefore, I was unable to upload. However, to make up for being unable to follow the uploading schedule for this book last week, there's going to be a triple upload next week, so get ready because it's going to be an exciting ride.

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 September 4th, 2011

I'm standing at my locker, trying to pick out the textbooks that I'm going to need for today. My shoulder's still bothering me, so I'm trying not to use that arm as much, which will give it time to heal. Although, as I'm searching within my locker for the textbooks that correspond with my schedule for today, my mind begins to wander, and relive some memories of last night. The images the seven of us laughing, talking, and joking while sitting around the dining room table flood my head. After my eye-opening conversation with Marla, we both reentered the living room with a new dynamic between the two of us, even though we didn't continue with our conversation from the kitchen.

 After Marla said she would get the drinking glasses from the cabinet, we knew that this new and developing friendship would be intriguing. I smile to myself, feeling content as I reach for my Math textbook on the top right-hand corner, extending my height to the tips of my toes. I pull my Math book off the shelf. Suddenly, my locker slams shut I jump back in fear as I hold onto my textbook. Marla stands in front of me with a smile on her face as soon as my locker shuts. Marla is wearing a black sequence top with a leather jacket of the same color over it, along with a mini skirt and black ankle boots.

"Why did you do that? You scared me." I frown as I clutch my Math book to my chest and absentmindedly look down at my shoes.

"Sorry. I have to remember that you don't trust me yet." I look up at her and brush a piece of hair behind my ear while I hold my textbook in my other hand. I awkwardly scratch the side of my neck after brushing my hair back behind my ear.

"... And you still intimidate me." I chuckle nervously.

"There's that too." Marla clears her throat as her lips form a grin.

 The school hallways seemingly become the perfect picture of silence. I look over my shoulder, and I notice a crowd forming behind me, looking at me as if they were in a sea of confusion. Although some individuals are staring at me with expressions of under disdain, which includes Marla's boyfriend, Lenny, I turn my head towards Marla, and she puts her hand on my uninjured shoulder. "It's okay. They'll get used to it, girl." She smiles.

"Even Lenny?" I ask her quietly—Marla peers over my shoulder, and her black ankle boots rise from the floor a bit.

"Yup." Marla's voice is curt and full of what I can only assume is anger. I move a piece of hair behind my ear, which causes Marla to remove her hand from my shoulder involuntarily; this is my attempt to avoid an extreme level of awkwardness or tension of any kind. Marla remains silent for a few moments as I look at her face. When I examine her facial expression, I notice that she's giving an intense glare that to the crowd, which currently resides behind me. Marla's hands start this slightly tremble. What is going on with this girl? She's hiding something. Our friendship is barely a day-old, and I can already see that she and I've got a lot in common, more than I initially thought anyway. I have to figure her out.