Sarah.
Staying away from Connie can't be that hard right? Except it's Connie we're talking about. Even if I was to stay away from her, there is no reassurance that she'll do the same.
As I walked from my final class of the day, towards my locker, I heard my name being called from behind me. I looked behind but saw no one... at least nobody who would call me. Though come to think of it, who really would? It's one of the perks of being friendless, who get to happily live without people calling your name! But when I felt someone tap on my shoulder, I knew it was more than just my imagination.
"What, are you ignoring me now?" said the cheerful voice I'd basically recognize anywhere.
"Rory?" definitely the last person I was expecting, "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. My head wasn't entirely here,"
"That's okay. I can only imagine what's running through your head right now. Word around school is that you and Casey are good now,"
"I guess?"
"You 'guess?' He signed his name on your cast! If that isn't a truce, I have no idea what is,"
I guess that little detail isn't a secret anymore... even to the people who weren't really there. I was, yet again, a topic in everyone's gossip. Only this time, it was actually positive! In fact, after Casey signed my cast, everyone followed suit. Everywhere I went, all people wanted to do was sign my cast. People actually acknowledged the fact that I exist. My classmates, for the first time, wanted to be paired with me during group projects. I had a conversation with several random girls today about totally random questions... Girls I've had classes with for an extremely long time but have never bothered to say hi... those are the people I have spent time with today.
Moral of the story, Casey runs the school! His thoughts are all that count around here. If he hates me... then everyone basically will. He decides that we'll be friends, and I become the most social person in school!
"Can I sign it as well?"
"Sure, I guess," I'm sorry, but I 'guess' a lot of things when things seem unrealistic... And at the moment, this is literally the most bizarre thing that could possibly happen to me. Rory didn't seem affected by me guessing everything. He signed my cast, like everyone else, and even went out of his way to add a winking emoji next to his name.
"I've been looking for you the whole day you know. Who knew you were so hard to find?" he helped carry my books as we walked towards my locker.
"What did you need?"
"So you know how the Crown students will be joining our school tomorrow?"
"Yes Rory, I was at the assembly," he was somewhat beating around the bush... which was so unlike him.
"Well, I was wondering... what would you say to being one of the tour guides showing them around?"
"I'd say, absolutely not!"
"Come on Sarah. You haven't even given me a chance to explain it better,"
"I don't need to. You lost me when you put 'me' and 'tour guide' in the same sentence,"
"You'll get extra credits for this Sarah,"
"I don't think extra credits will be enough to spare me from Casey,"
"Sarah___"
"Besides, doesn't a tour guide need to be confident and bold? Talk to Kenzie, I'm sure she'll love the idea!"... and the attention.
"Well I did, and she agreed___"
"There you go!"
"But you're also aware that a tour guide should be understanding, a good listener, and extremely patient. All of which Kenzie lacks,"
"That isn't my problem Rory," it wasn't my intention to sound like a bitch. I'll have to admit that his offer was somewhat tempting. There's nothing that sounds as good to a nerd like extra credits.
"Kenzie is an extrovert... and she'll relate better to other extroverts. You on the other hand are the sweetest and kindest introvert I know, and you are sure to charm the rest of the introverts into liking this place. Plus you never know, you might end up finding a friend or two,"
So that's how he won the entire school's affection? It's almost impossible to say no to him. He knows exactly what to say to convince people... uses his charming nature to his advantage. But then again, he knows, just like the entire school does, that Kenzie and I aren't exactly the best of friends. She wouldn't hesitate to snap my neck if she was given the opportunity. Why Rory would intentionally put Kenzie and I together, despite knowing all that, is a total mystery. This is suicidal!
"You know very well that Kenzie and I don't get along,"
"I'll be there the whole day to make sure that she doesn't do anything stupid,"
We got to my locker and I took my books from him and arranged them inside before I finally looked up at him.
"I'll think about your offer," was all I could tell him. He gave me a wide smile, and I have a feeling that he took that as a 'yes' and not an 'I'll think about it'.
"That's enough for me," he said, before he walked away, happily humming a familiar tune to himself.
Maybe being a tour guide isn't such a bad idea. Besides, it will only be for a day. I can handle that.
But then it just clicked into my head, that we had a deal with Casey, that if Connie would come here, which he sounded confident she would, that I'd stay away from her... That I wouldn't go anywhere near her... that I wouldn't talk to her or even 'breath in her direction'. How the heck am I supposed to avoid her when I'm basically one of her tour guides? Oh Lord I am screwed! I am so screwed!
How do I always find myself in such unfortunate predicaments? Rory may have given me a chance to get extra credits, which I have to admit are really helpful, especially with the number of classes I'd missed while trying to avoid Casey... but of what use will extra credits be when I'm dead?
Casey's going to end me! The one thing he asks me to not do is the one thing I run ahead and do when he goes the other way.
Someone call a mortuary attendant. And everyone who's free tomorrow can drop by for my funeral. Because I have a very good feeling that what Rory has just signed on my cast may as well be my death sentence!
END OF PART I.
My book will be divided into several parts... to show the end of one part of the characters lives and the beginning of another. Everybody lies will have five parts, each consisting or around eighteen to thirty chapters... so it's going to be a long book. Thanks for your patience with me, and the support. Don't forget to vote and comment. And I'm accepting ideas for the beginning of part II. Feel free to DM me.
SarahHere I am with a shovel in my hand, in a cemetery, digging my own grave!Okay fine, greatly exaggerated.But I may as well be doing that with the decision I'm about to make. I'll probably be dead by the end of the day. I wasn't at all certain about it... But come on, when have I really been certain about anything in my life? One thing I was slightly certain about though was that I was making a huge mistake being here. And I made a huge mistake agreeing to be a tour guide in Rory's little suicidal tour group. I still had a voice at the back of my head telling me it's a terrible idea. Casey warned me to stay away from Connie... But here I am, at the parking lot with Rory, about to begin this tour.I was freaking out, for different reasons of course. It was enough that I had to be social for God-knows how long. Add the fact that I had to do this with Kenzie. This tour might basically be the last thing I do before my life comes to an end. I heard Rory mention something about Crown
~*Sarah*~"This is my favorite part of the school," Kenzie stated as she led the group into the gym, "It's where my cheerleading career began. It also happens to be where I was crowned homecoming queen,""Hold on a sec," Natalya interrupted Kenzie for the eighth time... Yes! I've been counting! "I thought this was a tour of the school, not your life story,"Something tells me that Natalya isn't exactly fond of Kenzie... And the feeling seems mutual. The two have been bickering with each other since the tour began."Come on Nat, let the girl share her accomplishments," a guy, who I earlier found out was Natalya's boyfriend, Raymond, stated."We aren't interested in her 'accomplishments'___""Speak for yourself! I wanna hear them all," a guy commented."If you don't want my tour, feel free to hang at the back with Sarah,""Even death by decapitation sounds better than having to listen to you,""That won't be much of a problem... I happen to know a guy___""Hey! Can we check out the cafe
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Connie. *13 years ago *I quickly ran up the stairs with Sarah trailing behind me, and all the way, she kept on giggling. “Sarah, you're going to get us caught!” “Sorry,” she whispered and giggled again. I had no idea what she found so funny, but clearly she wasn't getting the whole concept of hiding. “8...9...10! Ready or not, here I come!” Casey finished counting. Well that's just great! I haven't even found a hiding spot yet. I got to the very top of the staircase, and I simply opted to hide in the hallways.. In plain sight! Pretending to be a lamp... They do that in cartoons and it works! Casey would never suspect it. It was the last place he would look... Probably because I was hiding
I stretched my hands towards the bedside table, simply feeling around for my ringing phone. Whoever was calling me at this time of the night had better have a good explanation... Like, they're being chased by a serial killer or their house is on fire. Cause if it's not, I'm going to strangle whoever is on the other line! I finally grabbed my phone and answered it without even bothering to check who the caller was. "To call me at this time... Whatever this time is... This had better be important!" I whisper yelled through the phone. The last thing I needed was to wake up the entire house. "It's only one fifteen," Brian's voice rang through the phone. Argh!
Brian. “Call her again!” Casey yelled at me for like the millionth time. “I already told you, she's not answerin___” “Call her again!” If only Casey knew how annoying he is when drank. So annoying I felt like literally drowning him in his drink.But I just did what he asked. I called Connie again, and just like the last seven times, she didn't pick up. “Nothing... Again! And don't make me call her again cause I won't, ” “I'm not going to wait for her anymore!” “What, you're going to walk all the time their place?”