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chapter 1. thats my locker

Chapter one: "That's my locker."

"Did you hear about the new kid?" My brother asked as he plopped down at the edge of my bed. His blond hair poked up from underneath his beanie. His eyes rested on the book in my lap and then back up to meet my eyes. I sighed and closed the book and put it beside
me. "Why?"

He lifted up his shoulders
shrugging. "Just wondering. It seems mom knows a lot about him" he took a pause. "He's all she's talking about"

My eyebrows perked up a little. "Why? He's just a transfer."

Asher shook his head and sighed. "He was kicked out of his last school."

"Do I even wanna know?"

"A lot of people wanna know. But no one does."

How could nobody know? At least maybe one person at the school might know, I mean I wouldn't be surprised if laura knew. She literally keeps tabs on everyone like they're the new hot clothing trend(s).

I sighed. "I don't plan on talking to the guy anytime soon."

Asher grinned. "You better not talk to any guy(s)."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Shut up." I took a pause. "Also did you want something?"

He nodded. "Actually no. Dinners ready."

I went downstairs to meet my mom for dinner. I quietly sat in the dining chair, silence filling the air, Asher kept picking his food with his fork while my mother scolded him of not doing so.

My thoughts wandered off and tuned whatever they were talking about out. My thoughts wandered to who the new transfer is. Hopefully it's a guy because I really don't want another girl to my class. My class is mostly girls while there's only a few guys scattered here and there.

My mother snapped my attention towards her. "So ashley, honey. Are you excited? For tomorrow?"

I smiled. "Obviously."

My mother smiled sweetly and looked towards Asher with an raised eyebrow. "Oh and Asher sweetie- don't do anything wrong or bad." She took a pause. "Especially on your first day back."

I was in my second year of highschool while Asher was one year above me. My family and I don't know what ashers going to become of but we hope it's good. Me on the other hand- I want to probably be a writer like my mom, my moms a lot of things; she's an photographer, writer and a therapist or you could say relationship advice giver. I guess that's where I get my talents from. My dad on the other hand left us for another woman. We don't talk about that or him.

"Yeah Asher, especially on your first day back" I mocked my mothers words.

My brother gave me a glare. "Shut up, Ashley."

My mom directed her famous glare towards Asher with an 'shut-your-mouth-young-man' look, I would've laughed but my moms somebody you don't want to mess with when she's mad. "Language!"

I finally gave in and laughed while I got a glare and an eating mother in return. I finished my dinner and brought it to the basin to wash. My brother called from over my shoulder.