The Sparrows

one

Note to self: don't talk to people with pretty eyes.

You always end up in situations like this because of them. I could literally kick myself in the head right now if I wasn't too busy running away from him. In a pair of flimsy black sandals. In black jeans, a blank tank, and a black cardigan. Don't ask me why I dressed like I was going to a funeral.

"Serena!"

Although that'd be changing real soon and it'd be my funeral I was attending. Man, how was he so fast? He was our school's best track runner but damn, I could run too. But apparently not fast enough. I spare myself a look back to see my poor bike on the ground. That was the first stupid thing.

I had made the mistake of looking back while riding my bike to trip, only to trip and fall, scraping off the skin on my left knee and tip of my nose. I like to think I fell gracefully, but the hole on my knee said otherwise. Actually that was the second. The first was stealing the stupid flash drive. There better be some good shit that he was trying to hide on the there. But that wasn't the point now.

This was the third stupid thing. Me running through the backyard of people's houses. By the looks of it is, it was house of moderately rich people. Nothing like the mafia rich or Kylie Jenner, but somewhere Donald Trump's poorest relative could've grown up. I didn't want to marry a sugar daddy but if I could live like that, I think I'd desperately consider it.

I saw at least ten BMWs and five Lambo's—and that was enough for me to know this was a community for people not like me. That was the third house, and I jump the fence into my fourth. Long legs did have their advantage sometimes.

I run across the long yard. Gosh, one pool wasn't enough; people really needed a jacuzzi too? A white porch chair catches my attention in the slowly fading light and I lug it behind me to the other end of the yard. An Elle Magazine I didn't know was on top falls in the dirt. Sorry Gigi.

Only two more houses to the end of the street. I hear a far yell for my name, meaning I'm getting farther away. Yes!

I take the no lights on as a green signal for my trespassing behavior. Hehe, I was probably officially a law breaker. If one person caught me and called the cops, I'd be behind bars if they didn't sue me first. I didn't like the title no matter how badass it made me feel. But I don't see lights and no cameras either.

I prop the chair up and jump, hitting the ground but not before my cardigan gets stuck on one of the points and tears the left side of my sleeve. Damnit! First my jeans and now my cardigan?

Everything on the left side too! Could nothing go right? No, now is not the time for puns, Serena. Today could not get any worse.

"Halt!" a male voice yells.

And I just have to jinx myself. I immediately panic.

"I'm so so sorry. Look, I don't have bad intentions, I was just running from someone and—" The porch light suddenly comes on to reveal five dark figures before they step into the light. My hands go up, like a caught criminal.

There's four boys with a girl in the middle, all looking to be somewhat my age. But I don't let that fool me for knowing how easily they could call the cops on me.

"It's a girl? A she?"

"She's tall."

"I have a gun, and I'm not afraid to use it ma'am!"

"She's cute."

The one on the far left seems to have a lot of energy, nothing mad or angry like I would've expected. He's smirking and tilting his head. He's also kinda tall but the second shortest out of the four guys. Through the lights, I can see he has curly brown hair and no shirt—just shorts, and arms crossed.

The guy next to him looks the most calm out of the group, holding a sense of groundedness to him. He's definitely the taller of the four guys, also having curly brown hair and similar facial features. He's the only with glasses, wearing a thin shirt and sweats, giving me a smart boy vibe.

The boy in the middle is clearly the hyper and ADHD kid, holding up a finger gun at me. He actually looks like the first boy, his twin actually, with the same hair and lack of shirt but the shortest. He's smiling though, which gives me a sense of innocence.

The girl next to him is striking. She's tall and has definitely got future model potential. She's slim and fit in an oversized top with wavy brown hair and a pretty face under the dim light. She's got on a small amused smile despite my non law-abiding citizen behavior.

The guy at the end stuns me the most. He's the tallest for sure and holds this demeaning look, somehow calm and irritated at the same time. His expression is blank but his eyes, similar to that of the girls, holds an intense stare. He also has wavy hair and leans against the patio's pillars in a black long sleeve and sweats. Oh, he's the leader for sure.

And that's when it clicks. Oh my God, I'm so stupid. Four guys and one girl. All blessed in height and with model genes. Living in a nice neighborhood.

Holy shit.

It's the Sparrow Quintuplets.

A/N

hey babes!! thank you guys for checking out the Sparrows a million trillion times! this is my first attempt at a book and well as you can see it's not much for just a first chapter but I'll try to keep the story progressing and updates regular!

tell me what you think so far! lol uh the whole trespassing thing...yeah it's actually based on true events. I got a police report for trespassing in my middle school as a high schooler and as a brown kid...it didn't end well ahaha

but hey, new year, new me. and we're starting it off with the journey of our little Serena and I'm so thankful for all you readers. vote, comment, share, do your thing <333

xoxo
Gossip Girl...
(jk jk, I wish I was iconic as that)

— V