The Book Trader

Chapter One: "R"

"Well that's good that your getting out more now."

"Yah. You got the fake ID's?" I asked.

"Yep. So do you want to get ready at your place at 8?"

"Yah and invite the others."

"Yah, sure. I'll text them."

"Bye." I put down the phone and opened up the box.

There were copies of Romeo and Juliet, The Fault in our Stars, and other books I haven't read yet like " The Midnight summer blues ".

I never really like reading romance/ Love stories. It's just the same as every love story. Two people meet, sometimes at first they tolerate one another, they soon fall in love, some tragic events happen, yet they still love one another, and/or one of them dies. That's all to a summary. If you need to write a summary about a love story, there you go, You have one.

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A little after 8 Mandy, Taylor, Carlie, and Jenna had showed up at the store. We went up stairs to my flat. This is my house and work literally. Downstairs is the book store and up stairs is my flat. This is where I live.

I led them to my room on the right and went in. They sat down their stuff and started changing. Taylor was the last one to come in. She's tall, skinny, and tan. She stood there holding her purse and pleather jacket.

"Hey, could I borrow some of your clothes?"

Taylor was the girl that doesn't have a lot of money. Her mom's single, and doesn't have a good paying job at the local diner. She was smart to study a lot and she got a scholarship to her choice.

"Sure. I think I got something that will look cute with your jacket."

She pushed her hair behind her ear and we walked toward my closet. I started looking threw the cloths hanging up. My hands went past a cute red tank top and then flipped the hanger back to the shirt and looked at it for a moment. I grabbed the shirt along with the hanger and held it up agents Tayler's chest and thought for a moment.

'This will fit her perfectly.'

I looked over to see my pair of jeans and did the same thing like with the shirt. I took off the shoes I had been wearing, picked them up from the floor and handed them along with the shirt and pants.

"Here, try them on." She grabbed the cloths from me and went out of the room, to change in my bathroom.

"Is that what your wearing to the club?" Jenna asked

Jenna is the one that has all the money because her parents are both good Therapist's, and she has a sick eye for fashion.

"Yah. Do you have a problem with it?" I asked her.

"Um, yah. A little bit. That's not what you wear to a club. We have to bring that inner you."

"What if this is the inner me?"

"Well your at least going to change your cloths."

"Okay, fine then." I up my hands up.

Jenna got off the corner of my bed she had been sitting on, went over to my closet and started looking threw it. She was rummaging threw my stuff until she fund a short black dress. I immediately recognized it. It wasn't mine. It was Hannah's.

Hannah had been the sixth member of the group. Ever since Freshmen year she started to go off the rails, she started to hang out with the wrong crowed, got hooked on drugs, she started to take and steal pills. Until one day in our Jr. year she had accidentally overdosed on pills. When I got there, I was too late. Her spirit was gone and she was dead. laying dead in her old claw footed tub.