*Old Version* Running From Them, Running To You

Chapter 1-Running From Them, Running To You

It wasn't my alarm clock that woke me the next morning. Courtney, who must have came in after I fell asleep last night, rolled over, shutting hers off. I looked at the time, six am, and inwardly groaned. My alarm wasn't set to ring for another hour, but now that I'd been waken, there was no chance of getting back to sleep. I tumbled onto the floor, while Courtney, who I would never have guessed to be a morning person, nearly leaped of her bed. I crawled across the hall and into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower, blasting myself with scorching water. It felt so good. I scrubbed off over a weeks worth of grime, and by the time I stepped out, I felt like a new person. I threw back on my clothes, they were the only things I had, and bounced down the stairs. Courtney had beat me down, and was chowing down on some cereal. Stephanie, Amy, Danny, and Bailey were still sleeping and Angie and Johnny had already left for school. I poured myself a bowl, and sat down across from her, and started eating. I felt her eyes on me, but didn't look up until I had finished. I took my last bite, and met her gaze.

"Yes?"

She eyed me. "You wore that yesterday."

I shrugged. "So? I don't have anything else. What's it to you?"

She seemed to be mentally debating something, and after a few moments she sighed. "Here come with me."

Getting up, she made her way to the stairs. Confused, I followed.

Upstairs, Courtney slipped into our room. Opening the closet, she began digging through it. Everything in visible sight was black, but as she tossed a shirt to me, I saw something I would never have expected. It was pink.

More items came flying now, until I had a pile of clothes bigger than all of my old clothes combined. And to my surprise, nothing was black. Courtney turned around and gestured to the clothes, "You're about my size, most of them should fit. You can have whatever you want."

I gaped at her, "Why?"

"Well I obviously don't wear them anymore," One side of her mouth raised.

"Yeah, but why would you give them to me?"

"I'm not a complete bitch," she stated. "And anyways, this place has some fine boys."

I cracked a smile, then dug into the pile in search of an outfit.

Ten minutes later, when I looked into the mirror, I saw a stranger. I had chosen, to Courtney's surprise, a pair of jeans that, though similar to the ones I arrived in, were so covered in sharpie, you could barely see the blue. They reminded me of a pair Maddie once had. I was surprised when I read the different inscriptions.

Court-u r AMAZING! <3 Ashley

LUV U COURTNEY!

Girl u rock those jeans! ur BFF!

I had pegged Courtney as someone to keep to herself, but these pants said different. There were probably over 100 different messages on here. Don't judge a book by it's cover.

For a top, I wore a white, button-up shirt, opened over a dark blue cami. I wasn't accustomed to something so nice, and I had grabbed it the moment I saw it.

The girl staring out at me looked pretty, something I wasn't used to. I was slender, with a little bit of curves, but nothing more than average. I had a typical face, my skin neither pale or tan, boring brown eyes, and a few light freckles sprinkled across my nose. My only claim to fame was my hair, a thick mane, wavy with a deep burgundy tone. I was the only one in my family to acquire it from my dad, while everyone else got my mom's beach blonde color.

Courtney revealed some makeup, and I had lightly lined my eyes, wisped on the mascara, and dabbed on a bit of lip gloss. Her silver hoops hung from my ears, and a thin silver necklace adorned my neck with matching bracelets. I kept my converse on.

Courtney walked up behind me, shaking her head. "Those pants! Ugh, they're ruining your whole. . ." she waved her arms at loss for the right word. "Image," she finished.

I shrugged, "I like them."

She shook her head again, as if having something that didn't completely match was the most repulsive thing, and then tugged my arm, "We gotta go. The bus will be here soon."

I frowned. My car had been confiscated since I didn't actually own it and I didn't like relying on public transportation.

As we were walking out the door, Courtney tossed me a black backpack. "You can use it, its an old one."

I nodded my thanks and followed her out. We barely made it out to the bus stop before the bus came. Chris was already getting on. On the bus, Courtney found an empty seat and scooted over to make room for me. I was wrong about her, I thought as I sat down. I think as things were going, we were going to be good friends.

The bus pulled up beside a two story brick building with white columns, black letters spelling out Johnathon Morris High School. There were a few trees out front and there were many students hanging out on the green. Behind the school, I could spy a football stadium and a track. Wow, way nicer than I was used to.

The social groups were visibly different I noticed as I stepped off the bus. I waited to see which Courtney would join, and to my astonishment, she dragged me over to the popular crowd.

I heard shouts of "Courtney!" and soon she was engulfed by two girls, neither of which sharing Courtney's fashion sense.

When they broke apart, I was introduced. "Hey guys, this is Auden," Courtney said. I had made up a new name when I'd left home in case there had been anything about me in the papers. "Auden these two insane girls are my best friends in the world, Ashley and Morgan."

Ashley was a tall blonde, really tan and pretty. Her grin lit up her entire face. Morgan looked a little shyer, with brown hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes.

I was introduced to the rest of the group, all of who seemed pretty nice, except for a few obvious bitches. They all seemed to recognize the jeans I was wearing, and they had a good laugh over that. We'd been standing there for about five minutes when Courtney elbowed me. She nodded to some approaching jocks. "That's Wade and crew," she whispered. I figured she was talking about the tall boy in the middle. He seemed to be the leader of the pack, and an obvious jock Next to him, another boy almost as tall walked in stride with him. He kept his hands in his pockets, not talking but occasionally giving a smile in response to what someone said. He had long brown hair that fell into his eyes. Even from here, I could spot his amber eyes. His build was slighter than the others, and unlike their shorts and t-shirt, he wore jeans and a polo shirt. I nudged Courtney back,

"Who's he?" I looked pointedly at the boy.

"Oh him?" Courtney gave a small smile, "That's Will."

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