Take My Hand - Chapter FIVE posted!

DramaQueen · Friend

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__infinite · Friend

chapter four.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed with random nurses and doctors surrounding me. According to the story, I blacked out from an overdose on the Advil and the car crashed into a tree. Thankfully, I had been wearing my seatbelt, and I was fine with the exception of a few scratches. And after weeks of daily visits from my brother, therapy sessions, and detox sessions, I was given permission to be released.

And there I was, in the passenger seat of Dakota's truck, about to go back home.

"You alright there, kiddo?" he asked, watching me stare out the window.
"Yeah, fine."

He smiled to himself.
"So, Mom and Dad say you're going to some fancy private school now, while I'm stuck at Roosevelt."
I turned my head, raising my eyebrow curiously.
"It's called St. Peter's Preparatory School for Girls and Boys," he said in a fake British accent.
I glared at him. "I start tomorrow, don't I?"
He just nodded solemnly.
I sighed. "Crap."

"Welcome home!" my father said as I walked through the threshold of our home.
"Thanks, Dad," I replied calmly, giving him a hug.
"Where's Kathy?" I inquired. I decided to call her by her first name.
"Your mother is out. She'll be back soon."
"Doubt it," I mumbled under my breath.

My brother wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Chill, Aims. It's your junior year, live it up."
I rolled my eyes. "And end up in the hospital again?"
Silence. Awesome.
"I'm tired. Going to bed, 'night."

I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and the sight of my new uniform sprawled across my bedspread.

For a second, I thought Kathy did it, but then I remembered that she was a suckish mom.
I expected the uniform to be disgusting, but it wasn't too bad.
You were required to wear a khaki skirt, but you could wear your own white button-down, gray or maroon knee-highs, and black shoes.
I decided to wear the outfit with maroon socks and black flats.
I curled my hair afterward, something I hadn't done since...well, you know.

I ran down the hallway to the kitchen, the source of the smell.
"Pancakes?" Dakota asked, pouring the remaining batter onto the griddle.
"I thought it would be a nice 'Back to School' meal."
I chuckled, taking a stack of pancakes and pouring syrup on them instantly.
"Don't take your time, we're leaving in 15."
"You're taking me?" I asked him, mouth full of food.
He nodded, beginning to wash some dishes. "Your school's on the way to mine."
"Nice."
I swallowed my last bit of breakfast and drank some orange juice before grabbing my coat and empty backpack.

"Ready?" my brother asked when we were in the St. Peter's parking lot.
The school was like my old one. Except this was about 5 billion dollars more expensive.
The buildings and statues looked ancient, like an Ivy League campus.
The boys were dressed in ties and blazers, and everyone seemed to have their own place.
Except for me, of course.
"Ready," I lied.
Dakota leaned over and gave me a hug. "You'll be fine. Text me whenever."
I nodded and shut the door behind me.

I started walking down the stone walkway slowly, surveying the separate groups.
I couldn't even tell the difference between cliques because everyone wore the same thing.
Where was I to fit in?
My head was still turned when I bumped into somebody.
A male somebody.
I took a step back, looking up into his eyes. Which was hard because he was ridiculously tall.

"Sorry," I said softly.
"It's cool," he said, smirking down at me. He reached out his hand for me to shake.
"Samuel Wellington. And you are...Aimee Lewis?"
I took his hand, giving it a firm shake. "Wait, how do you know who I am?"
"Let's just say I know everything."

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Note: Sorry for not posting since...January 3rd! I've been so so busy with school and people and whatnot. (:

storii · BFFL

RE: Take My Hand - Chapter FOUR posted!

__infinite · Friend

oh, i've read private! i just realized that it's like that, haha. his name was tom, right?

storii · BFFL

THOMAS. :) lol thomas pearson.

hahah i sound so creepy. but yeahh it just sounded like him a bit.

__infinite · Friend

oh yeah yeah yeah. i should read those books again, i haven't in a couple of yearss.

storii · BFFL

they're so yummyy i love it :)

zombieblonde · Sometimes I make a funny face to make you think I'm ok.

stop being a freeeak star :)
haha and i love this, i like dakota a lot.

darkblue · Date: Jan 28 4:14 PM, 2010

yeah, this does kinda sound like private. but i love it!

__infinite · Friend

thanks guys (:

abuhgail freakk · Friend

i really like this!(:

baaaby raven · Friend

I just read every chapter right now.... I love it so far- especially Dakota!

__infinite · Friend

chapter five.
Samuel Wellington, huh?
Well, Sam, with a name like that, you could really manage to make a girl by the name of Aimee Lewis feel very low-class.

Samuel Wellington. Really? Are we in London or something?
When I shook his hand, I couldn't let go.
It felt like we were moving in slow motion, how we were just standing there, staring at each other. Shaking hands...

I didn't mind, though.
The way his smile was slightly crooked, his messy, just-took-a-shower-and-I-still-look-great hair...it reminded me of...
Brent. Brent White.
I was so mesmerized by him because he reminded me of my ex-boyfriend.
I couldn't. Not anymore. This guy had to be bad news.

"I...should get to my first class," I said, letting go of his hand and pushing past him.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I could walk you!"

I was too far away from him to shout something back, so I waved my hand in the air to let him know I was fine.
I managed to find my way around school, because I had my lovely, color-coded map to guide me.
My first class and homeroom, chemistry, was near the lobby, so I was one of the first students in the room.
I approached the teacher's desk and smiled at the teacher (I assumed) shyly.

"Hi, I'm..."
"Aimee Lewis," she said brightly. "I heard you were joining us. "I'm Ms. P."
"Ms. P?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, it stands for Ms. Pot. But students seem to get a kick out of it."

I stared at her blankly.
She continued in a hushed tone, "You know, pot...marijuana."

I nodded abruptly, resisting the urge to laugh.
She had the stereotypical science teacher look; her frizzy gray-blonde hair covered the frames of her thickly-rimmed glasses and she had red lipstick stains on her teeth.

Just leave it to her to have the last name Pot.

"Yeah, so you can sit wherever, no assigned seats," she said as the bell rang.
I sat in a seat in the middle of the classroom; not too close, not too far.
When the other students were settled in their seats, I knew what was coming once Ms. P stood at the front of the room, smiling at me.

"Class, this is Aimee Lewis. She is a new student here at St. Peter's, so I expect a warm welcome. Aimee, raise your hand."

Really? Raise your hand? I think I could be classified as the girl who no one knew.
But I did it anyway, sinking lower and lower into my seat.
Kill me, right now. Please.

The intercom beeped (thankfully) and saved me from further embarrassment.
"Will Aimee Lewis please report to the dean's office," a male voice announced.
"I repeat, Aimee Lewis to the dean. Thank you."

A million "ooh's" came in my direction, and I left as quickly as possible.
Some first impression.

The office (according to my map) was the last room on the left at the end of the hallway in the West wing.
I opened the cherry oak door and came face-to-face with Sam, the guy I met before.

Startled, I took a step backward. "Are you in trouble too?" I asked, closing the heavy door gently.
"No way," he said with a smirk. "The dean is my dad."

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Note: Enjoy (:

-- Edited by __infinite on Sunday 21st of February 2010 08:34:01 PM

lucky charms · Member

RE: Take My Hand - Chapter FIVE posted!

baaaby raven · Friend

Me too! I'm pumped to find out what happens with Sam

storii · BFFL

well hayy there bad boy :) those last two sentences made me chuckle...jsyk

darkblue · Date: Feb 23 7:16 PM, 2010

post more gurlll.