The Eximius: Finding

TE: CHAPTER 01

C H A P T E R 01: Meeting Lenox Kate Janehill

[Please excuse my grammatical/spelling errors.]

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"So will you be riding with me or not?" Zoe asks dangling her keys in front of my face. - This is why I hate not having my own car.

Who knew that when you're in high school, as a senior, you would definitely need your own vehicle?

I grunted. Having a best friend, - who is by the way not any patient at all, would be this irritating as hell.

"Z, I told you for the millionth time that I will be riding with you. Obviously you're just rubbing it in my face." I replied pushing her keys out of my face. She knows I need her for transportation because I don't have my car, and now she's rubbing it in my face. Annoying.

Zoe can be a bitch sometimes, but I love her. The girl has a car, and I for one, don't. She's my only transportation from home to school and vice-versa; actually scratch that, anywhere at all.

It wouldn't kill my parents to buy me a vehicle. I mean, I'm totally fine having a motorcycle, since I do know how to ride one.

Some girls hate those things and I have no idea why. Motorcycle's are actually pretty cool, and either way, my uncle taught me how to ride one when I was 15. I even remember the time when I fell from the bike because I hit the brakes too soon. I still got the scar on my elbows.

"Fine! But don't complain about how slow I drive. You can get so irritating sometimes Lee, anyways. Do you have food?" Zoe went to our kitchen and checked the cabinets for chips. "Oh darling Zoella, you my dear can also be irritating sometimes." I retorted and winked at her. She gave me her death glare.

Zoella Patrickson, my first, and only best friend here in Spring Front Hills. Our home town. Basically Zoe and I met when she was new here in town, we were freshmen's and I was a very shy person and a loner. Zoe went in to my math class late and she got the wrong room for hers. So Mr. Foxe ordered me to help Zoe find her class since she was new. We chat for a bit until we became comfortable with each other and everything, and since then we were inseparable. I was quite thankful for Mr. Foxe's demand to let me help Zoe to her class, even he was my least favorite teacher in the world.

"Hey girls." My mom pulled me out of my thoughts and I turn to see my mom struggling to carry 3 brown bags of groceries.

"Hi Mrs. Janehill. Let me help you with that." Zoe took the other 2 bags that my mom was carrying.

"Thank you Zoe, you know, I would appreciate it even more if my daughter over here would be the one carrying those." My mom gave me an eyeing look before pointing to the bag of groceries Zoe was carrying. I rolled my eyes,

"Give me those." I said snatching the bags from Zoe's arms. My mother can be a drama queen sometimes.

"And Zoe, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Daphne?" My mom held Zoe's shoulders and smiled.

"Oh of course, I'm sorry." Zoe apologized but my mom waved her hand dismissively.

"Where's dad?" I asked sitting down on the stool.

"I think he won't be here for dinner. Phil is giving him a hard time with his project." Mom said removing the groceries from the bag and placing them in the cupboards and refrigerator.

My dad's an architect with an asshat person for a boss while my mom here is a nurse in Anchor Hill's Hospital, we aren't even that rich since the previous owner of this house was otherwise and it was the only house that was unoccupied. So we didn't had much of a choice but to buy it.