Young Forever

Young forever is a story through the eyes of a sophomore in a new high school named Kylie. Kylie lived in a small town called Sedona in Arizona. She wasn't new to Sedona; in fact, she's lived there all her life, but she was just going to a new school this year. It's always been a true fact that freshman year is the hardest, but for Kylie, sophomore year will be especially hard. She finds that out soon enough. Not knowing anything about this new school, and nobody in it, she faces a lot of tough decisions from who to trust, which friends to make, and who to love. Will Kylie make it through sophomore year how she hoped it would?


1. The First Day


               I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off and to the smell of fresh scrambled eggs and fluffy pancakes. They're my mom's signature. Every one of my middle school friends tells me how amazing her pancakes are. I mean, I know they're incredibly scrumptious, but I've had them far more than my friends. I've gotten used to the bliss inside my mouth when I taste my own mother's perfect pancakes. I groggily sat up in bed before blinking a few times and wiping my eyes. I was still almost as blind as a bat. I reached my hand out to where my blue and purple glasses usually sit. I helplessly pat around my nightstand, hoping I would find them. I then decided to stand up, still a bit woozy from my dream, to feel around for my misplaced glasses. When I stood up, the warm carpet felt nice upon my cold blooded feet. I took my first step toward my desk, which was only a few paces away from my bed, and heard a distinct *crack*Oh no... not again. I thought to myself. I knew I had cracked my glasses. How would I explain to my parents that I just broke my glasses lens for a second time in three weeks?

               I soon came to realize what day it is. How could I forget? The first day of school, sophomore year. I was new to this high school this year; I live in Sedona, a small city in Arizona. The scenery around us is beautiful, but that's all it is. Scenery. I never travel outside of my town except for maybe four or five times a year to go to a relative's funeral or wedding or something like that. I've usually just been stuck inside my hometown since I was born. I grew up like every other regular girl in Arizona. You grow up, and learn fast. They start teaching you things very early on, as early as five years old. At least, that's when I started. One of the first things they teach you is how to have a clean household. Everyone in our town believed that a clean house meant a clean soul. I was a good girl for the most part, I did what I was told, when it was asked of me, and exactly how it was asked of me. I had a small allowance for my chores that grew when I grew. If I was old enough to learn a new chore, I was on it and my allowance was raised. After cleaning, they teach you to fold clothes, to sew, and eventually to bake. Baking usually starts at eleven or twelve; whichever age the adult felt the daughter would be responsible enough.

               About a year ago when I turned fifteen, my mother decided to let me ride to the market and buy our weekly groceries. My family didn't eat much at each meal, unlike what I knew my friends' families to be like. They would prepare a large amount of food, and I would barely skim the top, not wanting to be wasteful, but my stomach simply wasn't that size. I've been a horse girl for as long as I can remember, so for my eleventh birthday, my parents decided to get me a horse! Since I was already interested in horses, I knew how to put on a saddle, ride it, and maneuver it. I spent hours at our local library just reading such fascinating books about all types of horses and everything you had to do to care for them. I was uncertain that my parents would get me a horse, although I always hoped, but in any case, I read those books because I planned to get a horse when I became an adult. I, of course, still remember everything I read because I still have the horse my mom got me five years ago. Every three weeks I get the groceries. Week one, my mom, and week two, my dad. I ride my horse down to the market; it isn't far, maybe a quarter of a mile, and with high school, even freshman year I didn't have that much time to ride her. I named my horse Lyra, after my great-grandmother, and I have very sweet memories with her.

               I put on my spare pair of glasses with scratches, but they were all I had. I threw on a white tank top and a button-up shirt and some blue jeans, my signature look. I put my binder and folders in my black backpack with a small rainbow on the back, and rushed down the stairs. I tossed my backpack down beside my chair and grabbed an already prepped pancake with some eggs on the side. I looked at the time and realized I was on time, yet I was still rushing.

               "Why are you in such a rush, kiddo?" my mom asked me.

               "I don't know. Just nervous I guess. First day." I replied.

               "Makes sense. Hey, I made your lunch for today. Hopefully you can make a friend!"

               "Doubt it.." I mumbled under my breath.


               "Oh nothing."

               I finished eating and found my way out to the bus stop. I waited about five minutes before my bus came and I hopped on nervously. I rode for about twenty minutes before we arrived at school. I was incredibly nervous when I walked up to the school. They were handing out everyone's schedules at the front desk. I asked for mine.

               "Last name?" an older lady said gruffly.

               "Squalor." I answered nervously.

               I received my schedule and saw the print. 'Period 1: Math  | Mr. Green  | Room 194' I walked down every hall until I finally found room 194. I slowly opened the door to find everybody already in their seats, now all... staring at me.

               "You're late." Mr. Green said in a stern voice.

               "I'm terribly sorry Mr. Green, it won't happen again I'm just new here and couldn't fi-" I said quickly before being interrupted.

               "It better not, Kylie. Sit. Front row, next to Craig."

               Mr. Green pointed to a gruff looking guy who looked at me with a creepy smirk. I forced a smile and sat down next to the student supposedly called 'Craig.' I muttered the word hi after sitting. Craig just continued smirking. The morning announcements started playing just then.

               "Good morning students of Sedona High School. Today is September third, 2003..."

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