Chapter 1: Late

LANA’S VIEW: READING IN BED

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate…
“I like big butts and I cannot lie. You brothers can’t deny. And a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung!” the stereo from next door rapped.
Ughh… That’s my neighbor. He loves harassing me in the morning especially when I’m in an intense moment of studying good Shakespeare. It’s useless telling him to turn it down cause he won’t turn it off anyhow. By the way, he’s Josh Grandier the football captain at my school. And I am? I’m the president of the Shakespeare Club. We are total opposites. That’s why I hate him and he hates me.
“BRINGGGG…. BRINGGG…”
Time to get ready for school. I’m a really organized person. Like for example, every day I have my clothes labeled for each day. Today’s Monday which means white underwear and a matching bra. Monday also means a light green hoodie and long jeans with my favorite green kelly flip-flops. Yes Monday is a very hmm… shall I say green day? It’s my responsibility to look beat and tidy for each day. That means a high ponytail and oh-yes my -5 prescription glasses. Ok your probably saying “that’s so dorky and un-matching” but it’s just my job to look perfectly formal and not prostitute looking at my school.

JOSH’S VIEW: WATCHING LANA FROM HIS WINDOW

“I like big butts and I cannot lie. You brothers can’t deny. And a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and round thing in your face you get sprung!”
Oh yes that annoyed look on her face. I do this every morning when she’s studying boring Shakespeare. Why? ‘Cause its 6 AM in the morning while a geeky pencil neck virgin is studying. Who studies so hard? My social outcast neighbor Lana. Last time I heard she was obsessed with studying because she planned on going to Harvard. But really who in world studies boring stuff like Shakespeare? Anyways, I really like harassing her like this. It’s entertainment you’ll never find in the morning. Somehow she always finds ways to pay back with her dorky friend Gilbert He’s obsessed with her by the way. Well enough about her. I gotta go change!

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LANA’S VIEW: BREAKFAST SCENE
“Is that boy playing that music up there again?” Mom asks me.
“Yes. You know very well its Josh Grandier.”
“That boy has no respect of any sort. You must be extremely tormented.”
“Mom. You have no idea.”
“Well he obviously got the bad genetics. Which of course actually both of his sides are… well bad genetics.”
“It’s not the point of genetics mom it’s the point that he always torments me up there in the room.”
“Yes darling, I know. It’s just too bad that we have no other room for you. By the way, I put your peanut butter/honey sandwich in the refrigerator. And this time don’t forget to bring to school. OK darling?” (Yes I know. It’s very embarrassing)
“Mom, umm… what did you put in the oatmeal today? It tastes rather… weird.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to eat the oatmeal and grow up to be a big girl?”
“Umm… ha… course not.”
“Got to go mom. The bus never waits.”
“OK. Have fun at the amusement park!”
Right forgot about that.

JOSH’S VIEW: BREAKFAST SCENE
“So the big game is coming up soon, huh? You ready?” Dad says to me.
“Dad. I was ready a long time ago.” I say gulping a whole piece of bacon down.
“Yea. I’m just saying that if you don’t win that game which also means if you don’t get to go to college because of that you can always come to our Spatula Store.”
“Dad. I’m gonna win that game. You don’t worry.”
“I’m just saying, son.”
“SHIT!!!” my mom yells from the kitchen.
“Mom?”
“The bacon just got burnt. I’ll make you more honey. In a few seconds of course.”
“What’s up with the music today. It’s all Sir Mix a lot in your room.”
“Dad. You know.”
“What?”
“Lana.”
“Oh…”
“Son…. Sometime you outta take it easy on her. She’s just an ordinary chick living in a world of Shakespeare.”
“Dad. Come on face it. Chicks like these don’t have a life. Neither does she I bet. And where the heck is Bryan?”
“Son… The answering machine says you’re late for a field trip at Six Flags. It also says that you were supposed to go to school at 5 in the morning. From… Bryan.” Mom yells from the living room.
“Ohh… SHIT!!”