Chapter One: Moody

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I don't know how to stress this enough... But you guys should know that I was very young when I wrote this. It was my first story and I wasn't exactly an expert nor was I a grammar nazi. I appreciate the comments on the story, but please be patient with the fact that somethings change through out the story (like Cam's eyes, that's my fault) because I didn't keep track like I should have. I apologize now, and you don't have to point it out anymore. Anyway, you've been warned. That's not to be mean or rude or anything, I'm just letting you know that I wasn't so great at this when I was younger. Thanks for reading this, and thank you so much for picking this book to read. I appreciate it!
Also, if you'd like to read one that isn't like that and has better grammar and a better story line, go read my newer ones (such as Bea & the Broken Record and its sequel) hope you enjoy this either way!

Chapter One

Moody

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I sat on my bed, lying flat on my back as I held my arms in front of my face. My eyes scanned the words my book contained as the story went on.

I thought about how I want a story of my own, maybe my life was already a story. A one of a kind. But sadly, I think i'm a little mistaken at the thought considering I don't go on adventures. Yet, I do at the same time. My books take me on adventures that no one else can see unless they read themselves.

Just as I am about to get to a good part in my book, my door swung open and in came my 7-year-old brother, Matt. His shaggy brown hair was ruffled and spread across his forehead.

I smiled and sat up just in time for him to jump onto my lap. I quickly marked my page in the book and sat it aside as I wrapped my arms around Matt. He giggled and squirmed as usual trying to get out of my grip.

"Mommy says it's time to go to school." He mumbled. My dark wavy hair fell into his face and he swatted it away. I smiled and kissed his cheek before allowing him to leave. I stood up and straightened out my skinny jeans and jacket. I slipped on a pair of shoes that were sitting by my door and went downstairs with my backpack on my back.

As usual, my hands automatically clung onto the straps on my backpack when I walked. It was a habit i'd formed ever since starting high school since I have to take my backpack practically every where with me.

My mom and dad were there to give me goodbye hugs and kisses before I headed out the door. Matt also gave me a hug before I began to walk down the sidewalk toward the death trap I call school.

We live about a mile away from the high school. It came in handy because other wise, i'd be riding the horribly stinky bus that I did when I was in elementary school. It was full of obnoxious teenagers that didn't care whether they got kicked off the bus or not.

The only bad thing about walking was, like now, when it snowed or rained, I always froze to death. Snow wasn't covering the ground, but it was flurrying around and trying to.

It wasn't long before I reached the school. It stood tall, made completely out of bricks except for the occasional white that was put there for decoration I assumed. When I stepped into the hallways of the school, chatter was everywhere. From freshman to seniors they were piled in the halls talking back and forth. Talking about their drama filled lives.

Inside my head, I laughed. Some people are just to stubborn to understand life isn't all about getting back at each other. Or cheating on their boyfriend or girlfriend.

I passed by the front office and take notice of all the wonderful drawings that were hanging on the glass windows.

One, a girl that sits at my lunch table, was a drawing of a sun and the moon together. It was perfectly detailed and shaded just how I would have done it myself. Her name was Amber. She had long, blonde hair, and warm Blue eyes. She was a sweet girl but was so quiet all the time. Her and I used to be good friends during basketball season. We both became outcasts, her reason I'll never know.

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