The Fallen

Riley's POV

I stood by my locker, freezing cold. My fur lined sweatshirt didn't seem to make me warmer. After spending an hour debating on it, I decided my blue leg warmers would not look right with the tiny Baby Gina gym shorts. I was was waiting to find out if I had made my dance team. Usually, I play sports, but after my bff's dance coach saw me dancing in the halls, she placed me in the trying out group. My best friend, Alex, came up to me. "Hey girl," she said casually, flicking my golden brown hair. "What?" I say, prancing around. "You made the team!!" she tells me, and we scream louder than we did at that Hedley's concert. We make our way to the dance studio, high fiving the random people who approached us. I grab my gatorade bottle, and sit down with my group of dancers. Miss Kaji goes on to say the names of those who made it, and makes a point of telling those who didn't make it that they will make it someday..just today is not ur day. As soon as Ella Cutter left the studio crying in pain, bratty Kourtnie Walkers had and her rude friends laughed and imitated poor Ella. Well, if Miss Kaji gives that Kourtnie heck for her attitude, I will be here laughing.

Kourtnie's POV

I slammed my uggs on the concrete sidewalk. Tristan was not getting this. My on and off boyfriend of 3 years Tristan McKenner was breaking up with me. Again. And I was trying to tell him I still wanted us to be together. I really did. As the most popular girl at Oakline Secondary, I could NOT have the poor reputation of having Tristan leave me. Usually, I left him, but this time, some girl had managed to work her way into Tristan's heart. And that was not me. "Tristan, we can still be together. I just know it. Give me one more chance," I begged, putting my hands in my.pockets. "Look, Kourtnie, this is getting out of control. I have been giving you chances, and you blow them. Everytime. You should be the begging for my attention, respect and friendship. Not me begging for yours. You've been dumping me on and off for three straight years. I want a girlfriend who doesn't make everything about her," Tristan said. I grit my teeth, and stomp my other boot on the cement. Inside, I am furious. How dare he make this my fault. Through my mixed emotions, I can understand what he is saying. And because of that, my emotions suddenly become clearer to me. I am angry that he does want me anymore. What guy doesn't want to be Kourtne Walkers boyfriend? I feel happy for him that he has found the right girl. Or plans to, anyways. His cute fingers snap my out of my thoughts. "Well, I guess this is the end, Kourtnie," Tristan hugs me, careful not to step on my uggs. I nod goodbye, and cross the street to school. I run upstairs to my locker, and see all my girls waiting for me. They are all smiling, untill they see me pushing past everyone. Tristan must have followed me upstairs, I think, until I remeber his locker is across from mine. I expect to see him sad like me, instead I see Riley Dujen flirting with him. When I see him talking to her, I think of ways to make Riley mad. Tristan does not know whats about to happen to him, and for that, I am happy.

Alexandra's POV

I am walking silently through the bushes. It's a Wednesday, I am not alone. On Wednesdays, I always walk home with Riley, Tristan and Foxie. Today, I was not speaking to anyone. I had to hurry home, because I had important people to talk to. When we reached the brige, the three behind me stop talking. Foxie looks uncomfortable, and Riley will not look at me. Tristan appears to be the only one not avoiding me, until he catches my eye and looks away. I feel very upset, and wonder i f I should call Riley out on her avoiding me. "Whats with all of you today?" I ask, flattening my flower print skirt. No one talks for a good five minutes. "Well?" I say, impatiently tapping my Marc Jacobs flats. "If that's all you guys have then, I will be going," I said, and walked over the brige. I can hear the wind breezing through my hair. I fee pain. As if on command, I begin to run. I run staright past the apple garden. I run into the rose garden. And then, it's too late. I did not see the toyota prius hybrid comming at me. I feel my pain before I see the huge gashes in both my legs. My neck has bruises all over. My arms are bent in ways that have not been possible until now. I see blood coming from my hair. My beautful, long brown hair is matted with blood. I am in too much pain to cry. A guy about twenty-four makes his way over to me. ''Miss, I am soo sorry. Are you okay,'' he asks me. I do not remember much of what happens next. I hear sirens, and I do start to cry. Paramedics rush me on a strecher, and someone grabs my cell phone. ''My iphone!'' I wail. A blonde paramedc makes her way over to me once we are in the ambulance. ''What's your name. Your adress. How can we reach your parents,'' she asks me. ''Well, my name is Alexandra Emily Marie Stoneman. I am 14 years old and I live on 795 Trussen Avenue. I live with my aunt Stephanie and sister Kali,'' I manage to say. Within minutes, I at the hospital. Doctors are everywhere. The bright lights begin to hurt my head. I cry more, but cannot seem to stop myself. I do not see any of my friends, and I cry uncontrollably. Someone hands me tissue. I am unable to grab them. I flashback to when I was 3 years old. I remember my mom being hit by a car. She was crying in the emergency room. Doctors could not save her. I start to scream. Medical people try to calm me down. In the corner of my eye, I see my Aunt Stephanie and my 12 year old sister, Kali. Kali is crying. I cry and scream more. I continue to listen to the doctors talking to my Aunt. It sounds like I will be joining Mom in heaven.