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Beyond Imaginary Lines

By Noe Boilard IV

Beyond Imaginary Lines

DISCLAIMER: This story I am going to write is going to have many parts. Like a book if you will. None the less I hope you all enjoy the read and hopefully stay tuned for the next parts as they come out. Happy Reading!

Beyond Imaginary Lines.. Chapter 1 - New life

7 O'clock, I know that's the time because of the stupid alarm to the left of my bed ringing in my ear. It's September already and I haven't even begun to unpack yet. I can't find my clothes anywhere of the stuff I'm going to need for school next week. "Sarah, Breakfast!" My mother shouted from downstairs. She's not really my mother, she's my step-mother Victoria. I don't know what my father sees in her but we manage to get along for his sake. My fathers name is Leon. He just got promoted to a new position at his job which made us move out into the middle of nowhere in some place called Clarksville. "Sarah, Are you awake?" Victoria shouted again. I guess I should respond. "I'm Coming in a minute!" Victoria was beyond excited when we moved she's already unpacked and comfy. While I made my way downstairs My best friend Lisa messaged me asking if I'm dead yet. As I began to smile and feel slightly better about the day Victoria butted in. "Still addicted to that phone business?" "Did you even unpack?" She asked. I was about to tell her no but she cut me off again. "Well c'mon we still have to go to town and get you some new clothes for school next week." My father left a note with some money attached to it saying to get something trendy for school. I don't like trendy, I like my typical black hoodie and my black skinnies but I decided to attempt to get something. So off we went to the main town spot of Clarksville to do some shopping. Everything was so bright and warm but the people were so gloomy. I didn't look at many of them but as we drove by I could just feel them staring as if were aliens or something. Then again, this is their town. We drove pass the school I was going to be attending. There were your typical groups of jockeys, plastics, stoners, and outcasts but, there was one girl that wasn't near anyone, just sitting alone on the stairs writing something. She had black and pink witch stockings on, a black frilled skirt, And what looked like a coreset. I fell in love with that outfit and hoped I would find one at the mart when I got there. Of course good news travels fast so everyone was staring the car down as we drove by whispering and laughing. Everyone except, "her." She stayed looking into her notebook or whatever she had but I could still tell she knew I was the new kid passing by. I just know I'm going to be dreading this new life in this new town and school.

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