Random Story

so its just in the first stages and I know I have way too many different stories but this one is unique because its about normal kids. [I wonder how long that will last.] I have an idea for the title but its kinda cheesy. well here is part of what I have done so far. or at least what is on the school computer.

-1. Children of Fate.

There was five of us. But it hadn't always been this way. We were an...eclectic group. Each of us was similar yet different in our own aspects.

First there's Oliza, but we just called her Oz or Dorothy[usually only Haley calls her that]. Oz was pretty normal. She was incredibly bright and loved acting. She had led a pretty sheltered life up until the time she met us. Oz was born in Minnesota but moved here when she was only three years old. I had known her most of my life considering we were next door neighbors. We had always gotten along and had been decent friends. She was my acting partner for all of the school productions. She and I were the first to connect that fateful night. Yes, I do believe in fate. I think we all do. But I digress.
As I was saying, Oliza had always been the poster child for perfection. Perfect family, perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect blonde hair, perfect brown eyes, perfect complexion, perfect reputation, and was the girl that all mother's wished their son would date. Deep down she was really shy but hid it behind her facade of near perfection. She didn't mean to seem perfect she definetly didn't consider herself that way. Oz had lots of friends but she kept a lot to herself. I think its because they were all jealous. However, Oz's problem was she cared too much what people thought of her and it became her obsession.

Then came Oz's polar opposite in the form of Haley. With dyed hair and a fun personality she was always considered slightly rebellious. She was the most artistic of all of us. The only thing was she didnt't fit any kind of stereotype or label. She was neither an "art freak" nor a "preppy girl". She wasn't even in between. Somedays her hair would be black with pink stripes and then the next week it would return to its natural shade of chestnut brown. She was completely and utterly unique. But she didn't do the things she did to be unique. Haley didn't care about standing out from the crowd but instead she worried about blending in. She was always trying to dim herself down but never completely succeeded. She always worried that because she was so different she would never have any kind of true relationship since there was no one like her. She was best at hiding her insecurities by being outgoing, loud, and rambunctious. She was also the most honest and real person you could ever meet. She was never alone except for what we would one day called our birthnight.

Now we come to the one that every story has to have. The All-American star athlete with a killer smile. Bruce was male perfection. Plain and simple. There wasn't a whole lot to tell about Bruce. He was the star of every sports team, top of his class, and was dating the captain of the cheerleading squad, Ariel. With his short brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a muscular 6'3" frame what girl couldn't resist him. Ariel made sure that no one besides her ever dated him. Bruce didn't ever notice Ariel's control over him. The thing about Bruce is that he never things deeper than what's on the surface. He's just not that creative and he like Oliza he was really concerned about image. But that wouldn't be what led him to us.

The next member of our group would be Haydn or Denny as we called him. There couldn't be a more perfect name for this kid than Haydn. You see out of all of us Denny is the most musically in tune. I mean sure Oz, Haley, and I were all in band also but none of us had the skills that he had. He is one of those very special people who could play any instrument you gave him and be excellent at it. He always had a stack of music sheets with him and composed several of the band's songs. Out of all of us he seemed like the one who had it all together. He just has this thing where he seemed to just light up the darkest and drearyest of rooms. He handle things with humor and music. But Haydn was very reserved and good at hiding things. He was the second to connect with me.

Finally there is me, your humble narrator, Alexander. People call me Alex. I'm what you call...different yet regular. I mean I fit in with a crowd and actually had quite a few friends. But as my personality test told me I didn't get completely emotionally involved. Never. No matter how hard I tried I always held back. But I'm the kid that so many people come to talk to with their problems. I'm also the good kid that no one would ever expect to do anything wrong. I was a good kid who was able to fit in with almost anybody. Some of the guys of my class considered me weird cause I've never really had a girlfriend. But is it my fault that I don't always know my emotions. Of course not. This entire story starts a day before we all came together. The worst day of my life. It was the next to last day of my sophmore year and I was at my locker...

"Hey, Arnold," Bryce said. Bryce was Bruce's best friend. Concidence? I don't think so. Bryce always called me by the wrong name so I knew that whenever I heard a name come from his mouth that began with an A I knew it was me. He stopped just beside my locker and I suddenly realized I never fully noticed his size. Bryce was a staggering 6'6" with muscle to match. It was a complete contrast to my 5'10" stature, limp arms, and slightly pudgy stomach. Needless to say, Bryce was a moutain lion and I was the unfortunate baby bunny of the school.
"Hi, Bryce. Hi, Bruce." I nodded politely. Bruce gave a meak smile as if he knew something I didn't. This couldn't be good.
"So I'm having a party tonight. You coming?" he said with a strange smile. I was still a little unsure about this. Bryce and I never had any problems before so why was I so supicious. Maybe because of his classic jock bully tendency to pick on those weaker than him.
"Maybe. I might have other plans."
"Oh come on. You don't want to be rude. And besides I hear a certain Beth Robinson is coming." Oh, I was going to kill Mark. I told him not to ever mention it that I had a crush on the cheerleader. I mean it wasn't like I didn't have a chance. I was a nice, regular guy who she talked to everyday in study hall. Hopefully, it wasn't because we were the only sophmores in that class.
"Well, I guess I could stop by." I replied with embarrasment as my voice cracked. My God, I'm freaking sixteen. Will my voice ever quite doing that. Yes, I have went through puberty. But kinda a late bloomer.
"See ya there, Arthur." Bryce said as he laughed at my embarassing moment number thirty-two of the day. Yes, I count my stupid moments. I'm weird like that. Usually, it was more in the fities range.

Despite my better judgement I went to Bryce's house. I could tell the party was at a high when I stepped through the door. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcolhol assaulted my senses. Fighting through the hord of people, I tried to find a room with the least amount of alcohol, which was where I found Oliza sitting on a couch nervously reading a book. I walked over and plopped down on the couch next to her. Her body jumped obviously thinking I was someone else. She smiled when she saw it was just her neighbor.
"Oh my gosh, Alex, don't do that to me," she laughed when someone or someones fell on the floor in front of us. The makeout session seemed to spread through all the couples in the room. She stared at me blankly for a second waiting for my reaction.
"Come on, let's go out back." I stood up and led her through the hallway until we reached the outside. It was no better than what was occuring within the house but there was more room to move. We soon found seats around the pool in between guess who, Haley and Haydn. Haley sat with a open sketchbook in her lap while Haydn had his iPod headphones plugged in his ears making him completely oblivious to everything around us.
"No offense, but you two stick out like a sour thumb." It was Haley who spoke. She looked up at her sketchbook at us. Tonight her hair was a dyed shade of red. I swear I've never met anyone where every hair color just worked for her. "But then again so do I."
"I really didn't want to come but my parents really wanted me too. However, if they knew what was happening I think I would be sent to boarding school." Oliza said as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her navy blue sweater.
"Yeah, I came to see if I could find anything interesting to sketch." Haley replied as she returned to her picture. I noticed that she wore a denim jacket, blue jeans, and a bright magenta v-neck shirt. A very dull outfit for Haley. Not to be mean but I wondered if she had even been invited to the party. That reminded me that I had been invited under strange circumstances. I then wondered what would happen. I soon got my answer.
"So how are you, Alex?" Oliza asked. She gave me that winning smile with her milk white teeth. Her silky blonde hair that fell gracefully down her shoulders mesmerized me.
"I'm pretty good, Oz. I wasn't expecting to see you hear." Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Why's that?" There was most definetly a double meaning in her voice. She acted as if I had accused her of something awful.
"Well, you just don't seem like the type of girl to come to a party where certain things were happening." Uh-oh. This was not going to end well.
"I'm not that innocent. I'm just like everyone else." Liar. She wasn't and we both knew it. "Maybe you, Alexander Geralds, are not the type to come to a party like this." She slowly spoke, accenting each syllable. I had never seen Oz so mad before in my life. She stared at me with disdain in her eyes. Then she did something I would never expect. She jumped up and stomped over to a table where a dozen plastic cups of beer were. She quickly grabbed one and chugged it. She gave me a wicked smile of defeat before her face gave away what she really felt. With her face as green as the Wicked Witch, Oz ran inside.
"I'll go help her." Haley rose from her lawn chair and made her way inside. I let out a sigh of relief. You just couldn't help but trust Haley. Bryce, however, was an entirely different book.
I immediately knew something was wrong when I felt a hand grab the back of my sweat jacked and pull me to my feet. There stood a very drunken Bryce. He had this goofy smile across his face as he opened his mouth to speak. It took him two staggering tries before he could speak. "Ladies and Gentlemen. This is my special guest. Alexander, V.I.P. Vodka in pants!" I still am unable to believe he was able to form that creative of a thought with so much alcohol in his system. With those immortal words Bryce gripped the front of my jeans and the waistband of my boxers with excessive force. He pulled forward and poured his entire cup of glass of vodka, ice included, down the front of my pants.
Yeah.... that was cold.
I think my eyes had bulged out of my face at this point. I was able to make some important observations at this point. I could see Bruce standing not too far away with a look of disgust and sorrow written across his face. Then there was Haydn who had forgot about his music and had apparently saw everything. His face showed anger and disbelief. Then there was Haley and Oz who had just exited the house and caught the last part of Bryce's act of idocy. Both girls just stared.
Unfortunately, I was unable to make the observation that was most important at this point. One of the other footballers was running at me and then with his gorilla-like hands shoved me backwards so I fell into the pool, which just happened to be colder than the vodka.
I fell to the bottom of the pool. I couldn't believe this had happened. Why? I never did anything to them so why would they do this. Oh, maybe because they are the F.G.P./C.L.A. [Future gas pumpers/ couch loafers of America.] Then I heard the splash of another body.
I felt an arm rap around my chest holding me just under the arms. I opened my eyes and sputtered a mouth full of water as we broke the surface. I treaded water as my savior pulled me to the side. I felt a second prescence help pull me out of the water. Someone laid me on my back against the concrete. Instead of telling them I was actually awake I just laid there hoping that I was dreaming.
"Is he breathing?" Some water dripped on to my forehead. Then another.
"I don't know. Does anyone know CPR?" Another drop. It was kind of annoying.
"I took some classes this summer." I didn't quite recognize the voice but I knew it was male. I really didn't want to add being given the kiss of life to my list of embarassment for tonight so I spoke up.
"I'm awake." I heard several deep sighs of relief. I slowly opened my eyes to see Haydn and Bruce standing over me while Haley and Oliza stood next to them. The long sleeves of Hadyn's button-up shirt were drenched with water so I could make the assumption that he had been the one who had helped pull me out. Then there was Bruce standing next to him soaked from head to toe. He was obviously been the one who had dove in after me. It was weird staring at them staring at me. "Hi." That was all I could come up with.

A few minutes later I was standing beside Haydn's pickup as he searched for a change of clothes. Luckily, we were of the same build and about the same size. I felt really awkward just standing there soaking wet.
"I can't believe those jerks did that!" Haydn exclaimed from within.
"Yeah, me neither," Bruce said as he walked up behind me. I spun around to find him now dressed in a dry t-shirt and jeans. "I just wanted to apologize for the way Bryce acted."
"It wasn't your fault, Bruce." I replied. "And plus, I would probably be dead at the bottom of the pool right now if it wasn't for you." I gave him an encouraging smile. Staring into his eyes I actually felt bad for Bruce. I also realized how little I knew about him. Though he hung around with the social crowd he wasn't very social himself. Maybe, this was the start of a brand new friendship.
"Well, Alex, I found you a pair of jeans and a pair of brand new boxers but no shirt. Oh, and I have a pair of shoes I will lend you." Haydn said as he hopped out of the truck with the clothes in hand.
"I think I have another shirt. It might swallow you but it should work." Bruce said.
"That's great guys but where am I going to change. I really don't want to go back inside the house." I know I sound a little whiney but think of how you would sound in my situation.
"You can change inside my truck. There's plenty of room." Haydn replied. "I'll lay some towels down so you won't get the seat too wet."
"My god, kid. Do you have everything in there?" Bruce asked sarcastically.
"Just about. I always come prepared for anything." Haydn replied with a laugh. I complied and waited for Bruce to return with the shirt and Haydn to finish making my makeshift dressing room.


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