Layne Carter has had a difficult past two years. After the death of her father and her mother leaving, she is left to raise her 11 year old sister. What happens when Layne comes in contact with the boy of her dreams?


2. Two

I woke up in a stir trying to get my things ready for the day. I jumped into the shower quickly washing my hair and body. I wrapped up in my robe and went into Michelle's room to wake her up for school. I shook her arm, "Chelle. Wake up. It's time for school."

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. I walked back into my bathroom to dry my hair and put on my makeup. I straightened my long blonde hair like I usually did and walked out of the room.

I stepped into my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. I pulled out my favorite pair of skinny jeans, my Frye boots, and my favorite Michael Kors top. I put my books into my book bag and walked downstairs. Michelle was waiting for me on the couch with her things. 

We walked out to my white Range Rover and climbed in. Michelle's school wasn't that far from our house. When we got to the school I parked the car out front as Michelle gave me a hug. 

"Have a good day sweetie," I said.

She jumped out of the car and skipped into the building. I wish I was that happy about going to school in the mornings. I drove around the back of the building and down the road to my school. When I walked in, I was greeted by my best friend Leslie James.

"Morning bitch," she said grinning.

"Glad to see you too," I said.

"So I was thinking that this weekend we go to Manchester and go to a game or something," she suggested.

"I can't this weekend Les," I said. "I don't have anyone to watch Michelle."

"Oh yeah," She frowned. "Maybe next weekend."

"I have to go to class," I said. "See you next period."

I walked down the hall to my first class: AP English Four. I didn't mind having this class first because it was easy. English has always came easy to me. I sat down in the back of the classroom alone. I don't really talk that much. I'm a to myself kind of person. I don't like making small talk.

My teacher, Mr. Bass walked to the front of the room with a stack of papers in his hand. He handed one out to everyone. A quiz on the first 3 chapters of The Great Gatsby. SHIT. I forgot to read it last night. I had seen the movie, and I prayed that I would be able to answer based on that.

I wrote my name on the top of the paper: Layne Carter

Question One: Who is the narrator of the story?

A) Jay Gatsby

B) Daisy Buchanan

C) Nick Carraway

D) Myrtle Wilson.

I circled C and moved on to the next question. 

Question Two: Where and when does the story take place?

I tapped my pencil on the desk trying to replay the movie in my head. Great Depression. Wall Street. New York.. that's it! New York.

I wrote the answer neatly on the line: 1922 New York

I pretty much guessed on the rest of the quiz. I made a note to myself to read the first three chapters tonight alone with the next two for tonights assignment.

The bell rung and I walked into my next class: AP Biology. I sat once again, in the back with Leslie and my other best friend, Elen. We have all been friends since we were younger. People always called us the three musketeers. 

My teacher stood up from her desk and paced the front of the classroom as she usually did.

"Today we are going to be starting a project where we are looking into the structure of cells as a review before your test. You are going to be in groups of three. You will examine the specimen on the back table under your microscope and draw them up in your lab notebook. You will then create a model of the cell with your group. Are there any questions?" Mrs. LaBonte said.

Nobody said anything. It was pretty self explanatory. I walked to the back of the room and grabbed a sample of an animal, plant, and bacteria cell. We looked at the structure of them and drew them up in our lab books.

After biology was over, it was lunch time for us. Our lunch room was called Champs De Fraises. Our principal was a huge Beatles fan and she decided to name the room "Strawberry Fields" but in French. Strange right?

Elen, Leslie, and I made our way over to our usual table with our lunch. I pulled out my phone and saw I had a message from Louis.


*Anon95 has signed in.*

How has your day been so far beautiful? -- 17black

It's been boring. How has your day been? -- Anon95

Boring because I haven't talked to you! -- 17black

Do you maybe want to go get dinner somewhere tonight? My sister is spending the night at her friends house. -- Anon95

It's probably best that we don't go anywhere in public. -- 17black

And why is that? Embarrased of me? -- Anon95

Of course not. Just come to my house for dinner. I'll cook for you. -- 17black

Where do you live? -- Anon95

12 Stonebridge Court. Be there at seven? -- 17black

See you then :) -- Anon95

*Anon95 has signed out*


"Could you maybe talk to us instead of being all hemmed up in the phone?" Leslie shouted.

"Sorry. I was talking to someone about tonight," I stuttered. 

"And who is this someone may I ask?" Elen asked.

"I'm not sure to be honest. I met him on Chatter and we just had a instant connection," I said.

"Layne Frances Carter, that's sketch," Leslie stammered.

"What's his name?" Elen asked.

"Louis," I said.

"Sounds sexy," Elen said laughing. 

After lunch I headed home. I only have two classes a day because I have extra credits from summer classes. I went home and grabbed the bag Michelle packed out of her room. She asked me if I would take it to her friends house. I walked down the street and placed the bag on the back porch with a note. 

I walked back home and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch with my book for English. I opened up to the first chapter and started reading. I then pulled out the study guide packet and turned to the section on chapter one and wrote my answer on the long line.

Explain what you think this quote means: I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. 

This quote is from Daisy Buchanan. This quote is from a conversation she had with Nick. Daisy is not a fool herself but is the product of a social environment that, to a great extent, does not value intelligence in women. She describes her own boredom with life and seems to imply that a girl can have more fun if she is beautiful and simplistic. Daisy herself often tries to act such a part. She conforms to the social standard of American femininity in the 1920s in order to avoid such tension-filled issues as her undying love for Gatsby.

I looked at the clock across the room. It was 6:00. How did it get to be so late so fast? I must have dosed off. I ran upstairs to my room and jumped into the shower again to freshen up. I blew dry my hair and curled it into long beautiful blonde curls. I used brown eye shadow to create a smokey eye. I lined my eyes with black eye liner and winged out the ends. I finished off the look with red lipstick. 

I walked into my closet and pulled my favorite black dress off of its hanger. It is a long sleeved v-neck dress. I got my favorite diamond necklace out of my jewelry box and put it on. I walked over to my shoe wardrobe and pulled out my favorite pair of black pumps. I grabbed my Michael Kors purse and walked downstairs to my car. 

I put the address into my GPS: 12 Stonebridge Court

It said it was only 2 miles from my house. I drove until I reached a gated mansion. The house was gorgeous! The outside had a fountain with a garden all around it. The house was behind it. It looked almost like a castle. The gate unlocked and I drove down his driveway to the front of the house. I parked my car and walked up to the door. I knocked and rung the door bell. I waited until the door opened.

I couldn't believe who I saw standing there smiling at me.

"Hello beautiful," He said.


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