I sighed as I looked at my text book in front of me on my desk. I didn't and still don't like school very much. I was and still am a straight A student. Some people think that if you're a straight A student then you must like school. Also they avoid you too. I hated school, just because I get straight A's doesn't mean that I am a geek. I don't even dress like a geek at all.

That was when I was younger more like in middle school. Now days since I'm in High school people know that I am not a geek. The whole….well almost the whole student body knows that I can kick there butts if they mess with me. People think that I had it all. A great dad…not. A brother that goes to Harvard…..not so great. And other things. They were blind to the world. The only thing I thought was great in my life was Simon.

I heard a noise above my head. I looked up from my zoning out or daydreaming I guess to see my teacher, Mrs. Bollard. Her white straw hair made her look older then what she was….even older with her paper white skin. If you ever touched her you would had felt like you made her fall into tiny pieces. She was short and really skinny like if she haven't ate in days. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn't for her blue bright eyes if you could tell if she was a walking dead person or not.

"You should be doing your work and not be in la la land Miss Culet." I heard her say in a raw tone. I looked at her more as if she was stupid. Her blue eyes narrowed as if she was going to kill me with them and her wrinkles grew big with her narrowed eyes. It freaked me out.

"Yes Mrs. Bollard." I said getting back to my math.

Me and Mrs. Bollard never really gotten a long. Just because of my bother and her never gotten along doesn't mean that she couldn't give me a chance. When I started high school she hated me since. She thought I was going to be a bad kid to her like my brother. She knew I was the smarter student in this class even if I got a math answer right she would say wrong and pick another student and say the same thing and he or she would get it right. Yep that's how much she hates me.

Then I heard the bell ring. Chairs scooted against the floor as people gathered there stuff and walked out. I saw Simon getting up and walking up to me. His brown hair down just below his chin and he flicked it out of his eyes. His dark green eyes showed as if they were laughing at me. His black t-shirt laid loosely on him and so did his jeans. He then smirked at me.

"Hey Krissy." He said in a cool tone. Simon can be a cool guy with out acting like it. It made all the girls jealous since I'm the only girl he talks to. Of course me and Simon been best friends since we were five. The only way we became friend were because of our parents.

"Hey Simon got homework?" I asked as I gathered up my stuff away.

Out of the corner of my eye he shrugged his shoulders. "I only got math." I nodded in agreement.

We started to walk out of the class room when I saw Mrs. Bollard give me and evil look. I shuddered under her glare. Simon looked at me with a concern look. Then he noticed Mrs. Evil Witch and looked away now knowing why I shuddered.

We passed his locker first in silence. He got his stuff then walked to my locker. This happened almost every day. We would go to our lockers in silence as we noticed all the girls looking at him and glaring at me. People would mistake us as a couple when we were only best friends. Sometimes I wish it would be more. Sometimes I would catch myself thinking about him and forget what I was doing. Sometimes I wondered if we were a couple if our lives would be different right now.

I almost passed my locker thinking about this but Simon grabbed my arm. "Um Krissy your locker is here." He said pointing to it and laughing. I blushed but quickly went away as I rolled my eyes.

I gathered my stuff and shut my locker. I swung my backpack over my shoulder as me and Simon started to walk again. He was talking about something but I wasn't really listening. I wondered if things would be different if my brother was home or if mom was still alive or if dad didn't drink almost every night.

I shook my head. I notice we were at his Blue GT Mustang. His dad got it for him for his birthday. Around other places people would think Simon was a rich spoiled brat but around here we were all the same. Me and Simon lived in a rich town and not a lot of poor people so it was wired if we seen a car that look not in style.

I climbed into the passenger side as he got into the driver seat. Once again I was being glared at by bunch of girls. They were jealous. They were throwing invisible daggers at me. I threw my stuff into the back of the seat and buckled my seat belt as Simon backed out. He then put the car into drive and we drove off speeding.

Simon tuned the radio on but not to loud so that we could talk. "So how was your day?" He asked me sweetly. Sometimes I wondered if he did that to annoy me.

"It was good besides last hour." He got a good kick out of that. "Yours?" I asked sourly.

He then looked at me away from his driving. "I thought it was pretty boring till I saw you." He said with a laugh.

Simon then looked like he wanted to say something else but he didn't. We sat in silence on our way to my house. We always went to my house after school and sometimes his but most of the time mine. I don't know why we always went to mine but it was more quite here then it was at his. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we were at his house all the time.

I then felt the car stop with a jerk. I heard Simon laughing as I glared at him. He knew I hated it when he stopped as if he was about to hit something.

I gathered my stuff and got out the door of the car and slammed it. I knew if I acted like that he knew he made me mad. I thought it was funny when I did that and him always coming over and apologizing. I liked it when it happened. I know it felt a little selfish to me but I couldn't help myself. He got out and ran over to me. Saying… "I'm sorry and I won't do it again."

He then took a piece of my light brown hair and twirled it with his finger. He then put it behind my ear. When he first did this he freaked me out but that was months ago. Now when he does it, it feels like a routine. I could tell he was looking into my blue eyes as I looked into his dark green eyes. I felt like in a trance in till I heard someone yell from the porch.

I looked at our big house that was a light tan and I saw my brother at the front door waving. I didn't expect to see him at all. I didn't even know why he was here. He was to be all the way at Harvard right now…..right? A lot of questions ran through my head as I ran up the yard with Simon walking behind me. I wondered why he was here, and how he got out of Harvard this weekend….Then it hit me. It was the weekend. He must have flown down here to see us.

I felt my feet hit the steps of the porch and my arms flew around my brother as I hugged him. I heard him laugh. "It's been awhile little sister." I heard him say as he hugged my tightly. I looked up at him seeing his light brown hair cut off and his blue eyes looking at me. He also felt skinner and looked at little different too.

I then felt the vibrations through the wood of the porch. I knew Simon was next to me now even with out looking at him. "Hello Tom." I heard Simon say.

"Hello to you too. Keeping my sister safe?"

And Simon said something but I tuned them out. Simon and Tom really never gotten along. They didn't like each other and they didn't want anything to do with each other. But if I was happy with Simon then Tom was happy to as long as I was happy. He was a really good brother….But sometimes he can be a really big pain.

Once I noticed Tom was gone from my sight we were in my bedroom. I saw Simon looking at me. "Let do our math so I can get out of here." He said putting his bag on my bed that was near my window. He then took his math book out of his bag and let it drop to the floor with a thud.

I looked at him. "What's the rush?" I asked him pretending not to know.

He rolled his eyes at me. "You should know me and your brother don't get along that much." He said as I laid on the ground with my math book.

I sighed. "Alright." I said a little disappointed. I tried not to show it but some how Simon knew that I was mad at him.

"I'm sorry Krissy I really am. How about later tonight we go out to the park and we can go there and talk and stuff. I just don't like being here when your brother is here." He said as if he was begging.

A smile appeared on my face. I couldn't get mad at Simon for long. It was like if he was my sun of joy. "Of course Simon."

Later that night I told Simon that I would meet him after I ate dinner. I was playing with my food while my Dad and Tom were fighting again. Dad looked a lot like Tom just he was more huskier. This happened a lot since mom died just two years ago and right before Tom started to go to Harvard. She looked a lot like me but the only difference was her eyes. She had light brown ones then blue.

I sighed at the memory. She died in a car accident on her way home from work. Dad used to be fun but now he drinks all the time. Tom is still the same brother just different. I don't know what he does at Harvard but I knew it was bad the way there conversation was going at the table. Me I changed a little bit. My attitude changed but the rest of me didn't. Dad says if it wasn't for me looking like mom he might have gotten drunk so bad that he would kill himself. Yeah I feel really loved. And every time dad looks at me he sees mom in me. It wasn't my fault I looked at lot like her. Tom said once he gets out of college and gets his own place he hopes that I live with him for a while. Tom really cares about me a lot but I couldn't just leave this place though. I didn't want to live Simon at all.

As there shouting started to get higher for some reason I couldn't take it. I stood up and ran out the door as I heard dad yelling at me to come back. There fighting every time Tom came back never gotten that bad before. For some reason it effected me and I felt tears going down my face. I didn't know why. It was just a stupid fight.

I saw Simon at the park sitting on a bench. I looked at my phone that I pulled out of my pocket and it read 6:30 thirty more minutes till I had to show up. I guess he just liked to be here early. Nobody was at the park and my tears were gone but I knew that my eyes were red.

Simon looked up to see me walking over at him. He stood up and looked confused then he ran to me. "What happened Krissy? Why are you crying?" He said as he embraced me. I put my head into his chest and started to cry again. His hand went through my hair over and over again. He told me to clam down several times.

I finally clamed down and he brought me over to the bench. His hands were on my shoulders looking me into the eyes. His thumb wipe my tears away…..well what was left of them. I sighed. "I don't know what got over me Simon. My dad and my brother were fighting again. I tuned it out like usual when my brother is home but the louder it got the more I got irritated and I ran out. I don't know why I started crying." I said as I pushed his hands away from my shoulders.

"When people are mad sometimes they cry too. It doesn't have to be sad. Maybe you were mad at them." He then smirked at me.

I nodded. "Alright smart one. Where did you hear that?"

He got up off the bench. "A very close friend told me that once….remember?" He asked eyeing me.

A smile appeared on my face. "It was me wasn't it?" I asked as he made me get up.

He nodded. "Yes. It was when my parents were on the edge of divorce and I was mad at them but you found me crying and told me that."

I laughed. "Yes and you were embarrassed of you crying in front of me. I thought that was funny."

He glared at me. "Ha to you." Then he stop his dark green eyes from glaring at me. A crooked smile appeared on his thin lips. That was my favorite smile of his. "You would like to take a walk with me through the park." I heard him asking politely.

I nodded. "Of course I would like to."

We then hooked our arms and walked to the path of the walking trail of the park. The trail leads into the woods that almost surrounded most of the park. The light sky was starting to fad into the darkness. The sun disappeared as if it was saying good night as the moon appeared. I always wondered why sometimes you couldn't see the moon till the sun went down and then it was right above you but you didn't see it come out. I always wondered why it did that.

As we were walking I could tell the atmosphere was different some how. Like if something good or bad or maybe both was about to happen. I didn't know why I felt that but I did and it freaked me out a little bit. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell something was worrying Simon as well.

"What's wrong Simon?" I asked looking around.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I have a question."

I looked at him oddly. Simon usually never asked me questions…well he does but not a lot of them. "Shoot." I said smirking.

He looked like if he were having trouble with what he was going to ask me. We stop walking as he unhooked his arm from my arm. He looked up at the moon and so did I. I could see the stars appearing around the half moon. It was brighter then usual for some reason as if it was giving us a warning.

I heard him take a deep breath as if he hadn't been breathing for awhile. "I can't ask you but can I show you?" He asked nervously.

I nodded. I had never seen him this nervous before. Not in my life time. He grabbed my hands and looked at me into my eyes. It felt like if he was trying to find something….something that he wanted from my mind. I stared into his eyes to do the same. I was confused as he started to lean down toward me and his lips were getting closer to mine. That's when it hit me. He was going to kiss me. My heart pounded like drums. Everything around me was silent as if the world had stop. His lips touched mine. It was a long and passionate kiss. His lips were soft and warm as they molded to mine. His arms wrapped around my waist as mine went into his hair. I felt my lungs about to burst as he let go. He put his head against mine. I felt like I had ran a mile the way I felt weak and the way I was breathing.

He smiled. "I told you it was hard to tell you." Then there was lights to the corner of my eyes.

We both looked over to our right to see three flash lights shinning at us and I heard a laugh….not a nice laugh either. They pointed there flash lights to the ground. They were three guys I recognized…. John Bones. He had blonde hair and a well toned body figure and some people mistake his eyes to be full black….but they were really dark brown. He and Simon used to talk almost be came friends till John's ex girl friend tried to break up with him and he didn't like it so John stated to slap her and Simon got into it and beat John up. After that him and John never liked each other since. The other two I didn't know the names of…One had brown hair and the other black. They didn't look nice either did John. All I knew that these two were his main followers and did what John told them to do.

John took a step forward and Simon moved in front of me. "Well well well. What do we have here?" I couldn't tell if he was wearing a leather jacket or just a plain jacket since it was dark but the way he looked freaked me out. It was if he was out to kill.

Simon glared at John. "We were just leaving." Simon put his hand on my arm and started to pull me back.

I heard John laugh. "I don't think so." A smirk appeared on his lips. "Give me the girl for what you did for my ex or you and nobody won't get hurt." I saw him pull a gun from his jacket.

I felt myself shaking as he pointed it at Simon. Simon just stood there as if he wasn't scared. "Your not getting anyone." Simon said as he stared walking toward John.

I grabbed Simon's arm. "What are you doing? Your going to get yourself hurt." I said in a hiss.

Simon smiled at me. It wasn't a confident one either. Just plain. "I know what I'm doing Krissy trust me."

I let go of him. He went up to John and I saw them talking. I knew it wasn't a nice little chit chat. Then out of nowhere Simon was punched in the face. I screamed at him. He got up from the ground and looked at the brown haired one and they got into a brawl. They were punching or kicking each other from left to right. Then the black haired one joined in with the brown haired one. Simon was losing. I knew someone or something had to help him. I saw a stick near by and grabbed it. I ran over to the black haired one and hit him in the face with the stick as hard as I could and he fell to the ground. His nose was bleeding and I must have knocked him out since he wasn't getting back up. I looked to the side to see the brown haired kid and Simon fighting. Simon gave me a look as if he was telling me to get away. It wasn't his eyes. He was saying it but it didn't register. I hit the brown haired kid and he fell and I kicked him hard in the head just enough were it wouldn't make him pass out just enough to say go away and he did.

Simon smiled at me. We both looked over at John in shock and he held the gun at me and faired. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact but it never came. I heard a scream and it was mine. I noticed Simon on the ground in front of me blood coming from him on the ground. I looked up to see John running off.

I was into much of a daze. I dropped to my knees begging for Simon to talk to me. I knew he was dead. The bullet went straight through his heart. Tears ran down my eyes and they dropped onto Simon. I caught myself saying 'I love you Simon please don't go.' It felt like hours. My head was against the now cold body of my best friend Simon.

I felt myself being moved….being picked up I struggled to get out of there grip but I looked up to see my brother, Tom, picking me up. I hit him and told him to put me back but he didn't listen. He put me in his car and we drove off. That's when I noticed the police car and the ambulance there.

Minutes, hours, days, months past. Simon has been dead for about six months now. I had been in a daze. I could never believed that my best friend died for me. I felt selfish because of that. My dad and my brother tried to talk to me but I never did listen to them. I could never listen to them. It was like if they were not there. I would cry every time I went to bed at night or randomly catch myself crying if I thought about Simon.

People at school tried to talk to me. I don't know if I talked back to them or not if I did I just don't remember. I remember only really one conversation and that was what My dad said. "Sometimes life isn't fair and life is hard. But when something bad happens in your life and you can't seem to move on you will be in sorrow for the rest of your life. If you try to move on but still keep Simon in your heart and remember that he is in a better place then you can move on. I don't mean forget him. Just don't let his death ruin your life." He told me.

I felt better but it still didn't help very much. After six months I still sat in sorrow. I couldn't get away from the town. I felt like if I did I would forget him. So my brother forced me out of the house one night and we flew to his place in Harvard.

I sighed. That's were I'm at now. About five miles from the University of Harvard and walking around. I still feel the pain in my chest when I think about Simon but it's not that bad as it used to be.

I was walking back to my house when I heard a noise behind me. I looked back and saw a teenage boy coming up to me. His hair was a bronze color and his eyes were a light brown. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans. He smiled at me, and then stop next to me. "Hey I notice that you were knew in town." He said flashing the really bright smile. I just nodded.

"My name is Jess Leonard. Yours?"

I didn't smile but I answered. "Krissy Culet."

He nodded. "Well I guess I'll catch you later at school tomorrow then." He said smiling.

For the first time in six months I smiled. "Okay Jess." I said as we both waved at each other.

Sometimes life isn't fair but sometimes life is fair. You just have to give it a chance. I thought as I walked back to my brothers place to start my new life of my last year of High School.

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