The Unfortunantes

Chapter 1

After school, Jesse had dragged me across the parking lot, and into her beaten down faded red, car. I mean, I'm serious. I wouldnt be surprised if my grandfather had driven it. But hey, I'm not judging.

The interier  of the car was messy. Gossip magazine lay on the floor, along with trash and empty nail polish bottled. Hanging from the mirror was a pair of mini pomspoms, the kind the cheerleaders used. The seats we ripped open in some parts, and the fabric was worn down in others.

"This is Rose. Say hi to Rose, Hadley." Jesse said calmly, as if she was introducing me to her mother. She stuck the key in the ignition, and the engine started with a loud clattering noise.

"Uh, hi Rose!" I said as enthuisiasticly as I possibly could. I patted the window next to me for effect.

Jesse smiled. The engine purred. "She definitly loves you."

Jesse headed out of the parking lot, and down Maine Street, where all the expensive stores were.

"Where are we going?" I asked, looking out the window.

"To meet those friends of mine!" She said. "They're a little....strange, when you first meet them. But after you get to know them, they'll be like family."

I looked down at my close. I was a mess. I had woken up late this morning, and was wearing skinny jeans that made me look shrimpy and figurless, I had stuffed my feet into a pair of converse that were coated with mudd from walking Ms. Rosemarys snotty little rottweiler Cookie, and my hair was put up messily in a bun. Worst of all, my glasses. They made me look like a geek.

The only part about my outfit that I liked was my shirt. It had a picture of a pipe on it, and said 'This is not a pipe.' It was a metaphor. It was just a picture of a pipe. Eleanor said it was stupid, but I couldnt stand to throw it away.

Jesse saw me staring at my attire, and smiled. "They dont care how you look. And anyways, you look fabulous."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Is 'Hobo in the making' the latest trend?"

She laughed. She had a really pretty laugh. It sounded like the twinkling of bells, or some poetic crap like that. I hated my laugh. It made me sound weird.

"First of all, no. Second of all, you do not look like a hobo. And third, even if you were dressed that way, you'd rock it anyway." She said.

I smiled. "I'll pray for you. Must be so hard, being visually empaired and all."

She rolled her eyes, and pulled into another parking lot. It was an abandoned Farm type thing. It was made out of wood, the paint was faded, but still managed to look timeless.

"What is this place?" I asked, stepping out of the car.

"Our lair." She said evilly, winking at me.

She flung the door open, and walked in. I followed closely behind her, but stopped in my tracks as I looked around.

It looked nothing like it did outside. The walls were covered in chalkboard paint, lyrics, doodles, and poems were written everywhere. The furniture of to the right was mitchmatched and old, but a flat screen TV was attached to the wall. To my left was a kitchen, and there was a metal staircase let up the back wall, revealing a second level with a couple beds on it and a bathroom. Everything was acient, yet modern. It worked, and looked great.

"Cool right?" Jesse asked, fanning her arms out and spinning. I laughed.

"Dudes and Dudettes! Jesse brought new meat!" A handsome boy's head popped up from behind a plaid couch in the living room. He had a head of messy blonde hair, and he was tan and buff. I had to say, he was goergeos. 

I new at that moment, everything was going to change.