Ch. 1, part 1: Secrets

Ch.1

Everyone has a skeleton in their closet, even if they say they don't their telling a huge lie. I, for one, have the most secretive secrets of all secrets I have ever had. It involves me and my best friend Sam Preston. To start, it all happened when I found a yellow sticky note on my front door.


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I was woken up by the boiling July heat radiating from the window above my bed. I groaned and slammed the window shut. Life would be so much easier if my A/C didn't break the previous week. Suddenly, something dropped in my eye and started stinging like a mother. I reached up to my face and touched my hair only to find it was drenched in sweat. Great..What a lovely thing to add to my problem. I threw off whatever sheet had hung around from last night and stomped to the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it swiftly before cranking the cold water. Tearing away the wet material sticking to my body, I jumped into the small shower and as soon as the freezing water hit my back; I was in bliss. I wished I could have stayed in there longer, but it dawned upon me that my parents would have me by my neck. I groaned and turned off the water, tucking the nearest towel around my waist before stepping into the strangely cool hallway leading to my room. As soon as I stepped back into the oven I call a bedroom, it seemed like anything cold that was ever touched my skin never did. I sighed and threw the towel that hung around my waist onto the floor and paused. It certainly was cooler in the nude--Wait. Society would kill me. I dug around my dresser and found a pair of boxers. I couldn't be bothered to put on any actual clothes. I didn't plan on going anywhere anyways..I threw myself onto my bed and squeezed my eyes shut. God, I HATE summer..But winter isn't that great either. I slowly opened my eyes and took a good look at my ceiling. It was covered in photos of me and my best friend Sam Preston, the guy who tolerated me for 6 years. We were forced to sit next to each other in science and we were not too enthused about that..Every time I tried to be the good guy and say hello he would shoot me this nasty look and I would just turn back to my work so I would save myself from that awful face. But one day he actually SPOKE to me. It wasn't much though. All he said was "I need a pencil." and held out his hand like I had already promised one. I was so happy I ended up giving him mine and got punished in the end..Good old memories..