Untold // C.D.

•chapter 1•

"Avery what are you wearing?!" My grandmother snapped as I made my way down the stairs.

"Tights and and sneakers never go well together. Those shoes hardly match either!" She anded.

"I will go change grandmama," I said as I turned back around. I went up the stairs and down the long haul to my bed room. I went inside and got out some white flats. I was wearing a long white shirt that had elastic where my waist was, kinda like a belt. It had small little red birds all over it. I paired that with some red leggings and purple converses with neon yellow laces.

My grandmother hated anything that wasn't elegant. She says that we need to show how we actually are through our attire. And according to her, I'm a rich snob. That's why half the school hates me, it's because I have money.

I put the pooring flats on and slipped the converse in my back pack.

"Ok avery I'm leaving! Hurry or you will be late!" I heard her snap from downstairs.

I grabbed my long grey jacket and put it on. I heard the door close shut.

I ran through the halls of the mansion and to the huge front door. I watched as she pulled out, and left.

I grabbed the shoes out of my back pack and put them on and put the flats back in my bag.

I walked out the door and too my bike. I ride my bike everywhere because my grandmother doesn't like me in cars every since my mom passed away in an accident. She was hit by a drunk driver coming home from the store. That's when I had to move in with my grandma and became rich and all. It was when I was just 9. I hate the way I live now.

I ploped my stuff in the basket and climbed on. I drove the bike to my school, the only thing she let me keep. She wouldve made me be home schooled, but I rejected and told her I wouldn't go anywhere but the public school I've been to my whole life.

As I was going over the hill, I hit a bumb and lost my balance. My bike tiped and fell, taking me with it. I pulled my self up and noticed that I had some dirt on my jacket. I brushed it off and grabbed my things, and pulled my bike up off the ground and brushed it off as well.

"Hey are you alright?" I heard a voice ask me. I turned around a saw a tanned, brown hair, brown eye, kid walking towards me. I've seen him around school. He's in my grade.

"Um yeah, i-im fine," I said.

"Are you sure? You took a nasty fall?" He asked again.

"Yes. Hey, do you go to Westwood?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Yeah. I'm heading there right now," he said, pointing to the school in the distance.

"Oh okay," I said nodding my head and climbing onto my bike.

"Hey my names Cameron by the way,"

"Avery," I said as I drove off.