Alrighty, so this is the first chapter of my novel "Color?". I probally won't post anymore of it on here but you can check out the rest of it on this link: http://www.booksie.com/young_adult/novel/dkmiller/color .
Thanks!
***


Summary

She always saw thing in black and white. She thought things were either good or bad, happy or sad. What happens when Michaela meets five people who turn her world upside down? Will they be able to show her the color in the world or will she keep seeing things the way she always has?

Chapter One

Looking into the mirror a girl with dull black hair, muddy green eyes, and pasty skin stares back at me. She’s nothing special, in fact absolutely boring. She had one friend, one friend, and that friend moved to England so she get’s to start high school alone. Alone. That’s all she’d ever been. All of her friends have left her, never to be heard from again. She thought Sidne was different but apparently she was wrong, she hasn’t heard a word from her in the three months she’d been gone. Some things never change… Why the hell am I thinking in third person? God, this is so stupid!

In case you’re wondering my name is Micki Bonine or Michaela Suellen Bonine if you wanna get formal. I’m fourteen-years-old and today is the start of my freshman year. Oh joy.

My thoughts were broken from my Father’s voice just outside my door. “Michaela, get your a** down stairs! The bus’ll will be here any minute!”

“Coming!” I yelled back, throwing a long sleeve sweater on over my t-shirt to hide the fresh cuts that marked my arms from last night and grabbing my back pack as he walked away, the sound of his footsteps fading as he walked down the stares.

I jogged out my door, down the stairs, and up the driveway to where the bus was going to pick me up. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the familiar rumble of the bus coming up my road. The yellow monster stopped in front of me, it’s doors to hell opening, and I, of course, have no choice to get in. I take my normal seat in the middle and immediately grab my song book from my backpack, lean against the window and start to write.

About ten minutes passed and we stopped again. Four kids got on the bus, one guy and three girls. Strange, we rarely ever get new kids let alone four at once. They started walking down the aisle toward me. The guy had blonde hair, misty blue eyes, tan skin, and a lean yet muscular build kind of like a swimmer. He seemed really familiar but I couldn’t place him. The girl behind him had short, curly, light brown hair with natural highlights and a purple streak, hazel eyes that had a permanent copper ring around the pupils, slightly tan skin, and curvy, athletic body. The girl behind her also had light brown hair with natural highlights but hers was long and straight instead of short and curly, her eyes were the same as the girl in front of her, and so were their bodies. (In fact, the only difference between the two besides their hair was the girl with straight hair was wearing no dark colors whatsoever and a cross around her neck while the girl with curly hair had on a black Paramore t-shirt with worn-out jeans and black scuffed up converse that said ‘forever’ on one and ‘and always’ on the other in sharpie.) And lastly came a girl with blonde hair, glasses framing the outside of misty blue eyes, tan skin, and a curvy but athletic body. She looked a lot like the boy. They were probably siblings like the other two. And like the other two they looked like complete opposites(She was wearing a pink shirt, black skinny jeans, and pink heels while he was wearing a black t-shirt that read ‘bite me’ across the front in red, dark jeans, worn-out black converse with red laces, and a black and red hoodie.), in fact, they were all basically polar opposites. God, how could they stand being around each other. The only two I might be able to tolerate are the curly haired girl and the guy.

They all took seats around me as I looked back at my song book again. I felt their eyes on me but I ignored them and kept writing until one of the girls spoke, interrupting my thoughts. “Hi.” I looked up and saw it was the girl with curly hair who had spoken. God, maybe I wouldn’t be able to tolerate her, she sounded way to perky for my taste.

“Hello,” I replied, icily.

“I’m Darien Miller and that’s Ezra McDonell, Audrey Miller, and Aundria McDonell. What’s your name?” Her eyes shined with happiness, like she didn’t care that I was being a b***h to her.

“Micki. Micki Bonine,” I replied just as icily, looking back down at my notebook.

“Have you lived in Fairbanks your whole life?” she asked and I looked up again, surprised she was still trying to talk to me. Most people gave up after I treated them coldly.

“Yah, it’s as boring as towns get. Where’d you’d come from?” I saw pain flash in her eyes for a moment, just long enough that if I had blinked I would have missed but I didn’t and I knew had happened there. Something bad.

“We came from Arlington, Washington. We were all born and raised there,” she replied just as happily as before.

I couldn’t help but smile back at her as I said, “I love Washington. I was born there and my Mom lives there.”

“Yah we love it there too,” Ezra told me, sadness seeping slightly into his tone.

“So are you guys all related some way or what?” I asked curiously.

“Nah, Aundria and I are twins then Audrey and Darien are twins. We just grew up together is all. Our parents were best friends.” Ezra smiled at me.

“Cool, see you around,” I replied as the bus came to a stop in front of the school. I’d probably never speak to them again but it was cool while it lasted. They were cool people, the populars’ll scoop them up immediately.