im writing a book, and i need to save it: here:
I stood there, in the street. We walked onto the sidewalk, clutching each others hands in horror.
"I'm so sorry that it had to turn out this way sweetie. this is the only place i could afford-"
"no, mom, this isn't your fault. i can understand. but, i guess there's nowhere else to sleep." I bolt my head around, in each direction, but all i see are some old houses and a taco bell. I'm terrified to go inside, but its now or never. I walk into the hotel, still clutching my moms hand in horror. I look around at the tiled and stained floors, and walls. The flickering and buzzing of the lights annoy me, but what can i do about it. our room is on the second floor. the elevator is shaky and slow, and the missing poster isn't helping. The ceiling is stained and the wallpaper is ripped.
"surely the room cant get that much worse." My mom said to me in and optimistic voice. but i could tell she didn't want to be here either. "here we are! room 215!" mom optimistically said while opening the door.
"so much for 'better than the hallways.'"
the room had even more stains on the ceiling, and the paintings on the wall were all messed up and tilted. We at least have a television, but the bad part is its an old blocky one, and is permanently stuck to the static. i cant even turn off the noise. the bathroom has stains on the walls, and quite frankly, ever since i opened the bathroom door, I've been scared to go in. looks like ill be utilizing the taco bell.
"aww, honey, its not so bad. i mean, it could be worse."
"don't worry mom, ill try to find someone who can swap." I replied. at least i can leave our mess of a room. It doesn't look like there's anyone else here. two rooms look occupied. i decide to go in the empty rooms, maybe something will be better. i couldn't find a single room. i go back to our room, feeling hopeless. "I've got to leave this place. i cant stay here for two weeks until high school starts." i mumble to myself. i lift up my bed to throw it out the window so i land safer. but before i can carry through, i find a pipe to the sewage system. "well, this seems safer. here we go..."
I grab a pen and paper, and write, "Mom, I have decided that this is too much for me. I cant stay here anymore. don't worry, ill be back to help you. but all i know is they wont let us out, and we have to leave. -Kara" "here goes nothing..." slosh. i fell into a long hallway, with green liquid filling the bottom half up to my waist. its disgusting, but worth it. i pull out the flashlight i had found on the sidewalk that night. i quietly creep between the grey brick walls. "finally. I'm out." i climb up the ladder and climb out of the sewer. I'm finally out. i look around, and kind of walk around for a while. i watch and go by all of the houses. i feel bad. all the houses in this neighborhood look so cute, but beaten up.
"KARA?? KARA!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" my mom was running around the town. she was clearly worried, and sleep deprived. i didn't notice I've been gone for a week now. just roaming the streets. "its time to go home honey, don't worry."
"HOME?!!" this meant school is tomorrow morning! I ran into the car, and we drove all the way home. quite the vacation was it.
We got back to our house, and i realized that it wasn't much different from what i saw there. some boards were broken, and a few windows, and even some leakage from the pipes, but at least there weren't literal ROACHES hiding in my bed like from that hotel. "mom?"
"yes honey?"
"can we never go back there ever again in our lives?" my mom giggled a little bit, and replied with,
"that was the plan. now how about you go get ready for the big day tomorrow?"
"yes mom!" i hugged her and ran to my bedroom to get ready for my first day of high school, which would be tomorrow. This is even more important, because I'm even going to a new district. my old school wasn't the best. the floors were never cleaned, and the chairs were pushed around. and the chairs remained pushed against the wall in the "classroom." i will never forget that day. We're lucky though. we had computers, and a basketball court. living in our city isn't fun, but some kids have worse. yet i never knew, our town, was that 'worse'.
Ameilia's perspective.
I am SO exited for tomorrow. tomorrow, is my first day of high school, at the famous, Stonehill high. Stonehill is for only the best students to attend. Every year, they give you a test to see if your eligible. and guess what? i was. I'm so exited to see the other students and make new friends! My parents say i can only make friends with sophisticated people, and this school looks pretty sophisticated, so I'm sure everybody else will too. I lay out my uniform for the next morning. a green and black plaid skirt, a white long sleeved shirt with tiny ruffles on the sides, the velvet black vest and white tights. I'm sure I'll find someone to be friends with there. I'll be so popular, just like the old school! I look out the wall of my bedroom, that's pure window looking out into the city. my bed in between the two walls, and the chair placed looking out, with the lamp illuminating the space. I water all the plants, and set my wall mounted tv to my favorite channel, and got on the couch. "tomorrow will be amazing-"
"HONEY!COME HERE!"
"COOMING MOOOM" i yell back. i run downstairs into the living room.
"oh hi honey! i finally got the new PlayStation set up for you and your little brother. what games do you want?"
"uhm, i want the new simulation life game, and Mario kart, and animal crossing, and-" "don't worry. I'll get them."
"Thanks mom!" I sat on the couch and looked around. sometimes, i don't realize how lucky i am. not every kid has a hanging chandelier, or an island counter, or a smart fridge, or even fancy lighting. i guess I'm sort of lucky. there are people out there with WAY more than i have. Mansions, and hundreds of pets, and a disco room, and a loft! but i never knew, I was that 'way more.'
Kara's perspective.
The day has come. the day where the school glimmers in my face. Stonehill high, here i come. the entrance as larger than i had ever been able to imagine. "well, time to go find my locker." I walk up the enormous staircase, and soon find my locker. right across from the wall of windows. The starting bell rings, and i have no idea where to go. "Uh, Uh, excuse me?" i ask a random girl in the hallways. she looked at me for s few seconds, smirked and flipped her hair and replied with,
"sorry, don't talk to poor people." And walked off laughing. i sighed and said,
"wow. she could at LEAST use Propper grammar" the hallways were empty and it seemed hopeless.
"hello? do you need help?" a girl with wavy blond hair put up into a fancy braid walked up to me.
"oh, yeah. i cant find my homeroom class."
"I'll take you to mine. oh, and by the way, what's your name?" I had the slight urge to say, oh, looks like someone here DOES talk to poor people huh? still aggravated by the last girls comment, but this girl seemed nice enough to me, so i just replied,
"Kara, what about you?"
"Amelia. alright, lets go."
"okay."
We walk all the way up the second set of stairs and into the classroom. one of the walls was just windows, and another just bookshelf. The other walls had nice white bricks and posters. it just felt more safe than my old school, and depending on what happened back there i think it was. I'll miss my friends, but i wont see them again now. i will never forget them though. I sat in my chair next to Amelia's in the back of the classroom. we started our work without a question from the teacher on where we were. it felt nicer here. it was nicer.
bell after bell rang, and Amelia stuck with me. i got teased every now and then by some kids who saw the stains on my clothes, but Amelia didn't care. lunch rolled around and i pulled out my soggy sandwich.
"uhm, that sandwich does NOT look good."
"Oh, no. its fine."
"seriously? because a Pb and j should NOT involve the color white. here take mine." She handed me another sandwich she had from her lunchbox, and it looked WAY more appetizing.
"thank you. you didn-" i cut what i was saying before off before i asked for my moldy peanut butter and jelly back.
"Hey Kara?" Amelia whispered and giggled a little bit.
"Yeah? What?" I asked her back.
"shh!" She shushed me "Wanna do something cool afterschool? Like, not hang out or anything. COOL cool."
What does she mean by 'COOL cool?" i know cool as like, a popularity thing. or another way to say chilly.
"like, i dunno. sneak out or something? my house is pretty boring. i basically get everything i want all the time. well, in objects. but my mom won't let me get dirty or run around, barely go outside. so, lets go." she said enthusiastically.
"sure, why not. my mom wont mind." Why did i say that? i did that before and she came running. but then again, she didn't notice for weeks so why not. i packed up my lunchbox, and threw away the moldy sandwich. i guess I'll be going on an adventure.
Amelia's perspective
I am SO exited for this! I've made a new friend already, just as expected. and, I'm not going home after school. instead, i think we'll go somewhere cool. it is September now, and that's close enough to spooky season. maybe, if she's not scared of course, we'll go somewhere abandoned. or the middle of nowhere. it'll be fun!
I mumble about our trip near my locker while getting my stuff for math class.
"Hey Am-Ams. why were you hinging with the nerdy girl?"
"she's actually not nerdy just-"
"just poor?" she said back "i didn't know you were allowed to be with poor kids. you know, that could really hurt your reputation on being popular. i know a kid who once went from the most popular in school to the loser's club."
"shut it Arina. I was gonna say she's nice. and we all know Jamie started a fight with another girl and she forfeited, and that's how she became a 'loser'. i don't believe in any of that stuff either." i replied. That girl, is Arina. we have been 'friends' since pre k, and i guess she got in too. were only friends because our moms our friends and were both popular. i dont think she really likes me that much, but that doesn't really matter because but that doesn't really matter because i don't like her either. she's just a snotty brat. people think she's popular because she's pretty. i wish you were popular because of how nice you actually are, but i guess that just not how life works.
Chapter Two:
After school.
Kara's Perspective:
When Kara and Amelia are close to each other, the first thing you notice is that there opposites. Kara's poor, and Amelia's rich. Kara's new and confused, and Amelia's popular. But they might not be all so different. well, according to them. They might be friends, But their parents certainly aren't. Can they make it as friends through their parents rivalry?
