Young Writers Society

(This is literally not even a complete chapter. I'm kind of stuck for ideas and just wanted to post something to be honest.. Any ideas of where I could go next would be appreciated.

It was when they all started telling each other what they knew about Star McLeod when they realised that they really didn't know anything about her at all. Everyone had different stories to tell, all of which were sworn to be true. Evan was sure he was the only one with a true story to tell, and he had undeniable proof that it had happened, yet he was reluctant to share it. The authenticity of his story compared to the obvious lies and rumours of the others was something that he felt he needed to keep private. For Star's sake, really, but also because he liked the feeling of knowing something about her that no one else did.

They recounted their stories in hushed voices, crammed into a corner of the library filled with the old computers that no one ever wanted to use. There were five of them; three girls and two boys. Misfits, or whatever other names had been thrown their way throughout their school days. They were the awkward type, Evan thought to himself as he glanced round at them. Social incompetent but with a lot to say, pretty but hidden behind ridiculous haircuts and hand-me-downs. Forgotten by teachers and laughed at by fellow students. Evan liked to hide behind his over grown dyed black fringe and his mother's old turtle-neck sweaters, keeping his head down even around his friends. Friends wasn't really the right word – not for him, anyway. No, they only hung around with each other because no one else wanted to hang around with them. Well, Evan considered Maddie his friend, more so than anyone else because they had other things in common other than a fascination with Star McLeod.

Star McLeod was even more of a 'misfit' than they were. She hung around on her own, never talked to anyone except the teachers, and only when she had to. There were always earphones in her ears playing - quite loudly - songs no one had ever heard before, and she wore odd combinations of clothes. Long black dresses that looked like something a witch would wear paired with trainers which were being held together by duck tape, hoodies and jeans paired with Wellington boots – once she even wore what Maddie had sworn were pyjamas. “Because I have that exact pair at home,” she had remarked as Star had stormed passed them, angry eyes hidden behind her delicate looking round glasses. Despite Star's “loneliness” she never seemed to be self-conscious of what she wore. She walked around like she owned the campus, barged past people that were in her way in a fashion that would get Evan and his gang of misfits beaten up. Jamie, the other boy in the group, swore he once saw her knock over a teacher in the tech building, but Evan knew this was false because the only places Star ever went within the college were the E block and the library.

Star was in the library on that day, and glared at them as she passed their table to get to a shelf of dusty poetry books behind them. Their whispers stopped and they immediately pretended to be reading or writing. Evan glanced down at his phone but his eyes shifted back to Star, who was pulling books off of the shelf to see the covers since the spines had long since faded away. Today she was wearing a long maroon coat that was way too big for her and made her shoulders look like a rugby player's and yellow checked trousers that stopped at the ankles, exposing just an inch or so of skin before the top of the boots started. They looked like steel-toe boots to Evan, and they probably were because of the racket she'd made crossing the library floor. He brought his gaze back up to her hair, which was positively golden and shone in the few specks of sunlight which escaped through the blinds above their heads. She never put her hair up, not even on windy days. It always hung down, just past her shoulders. When ever had his 'encounter' with Star, her hair had been a little shorter and the edges had been dyed pink. That was summer, before they started year 11. Now they were in college, studying completely different subjects yet always bumping into each other thanks to Evan's expert knowledge of her routine.

Last summer, Evan had landed himself a job delivering leaflets for a variety of different fast food chains in the area. Though Star's house wasn't on the list, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to catch her in her natural habitat. Back then they knew even less about her, but everyone knew where she lived because one time the police had been called there after a neighbour thought they'd heard screaming from inside. For lack of anything better to do, Evan had followed the police car on his bike before knowing it was heading to Star's house. He'd watched from the other side of the street as two officers approached the small house which stood alone on that side of the road. It was the first time he'd ever seen Star's mother, and as she opened the front door he could tell that she looked nothing like her daughter. To the point that he was sure Star must have been adopted. Her mother was tall, extremely skinny and had long, curly red hair. The complete opposite of Star, who at tops was 5”2, not fat but definitely not skinny and had straight blonde hair. Her mother also had a Scottish accent, whereas the town in which they lived was on the south coast of England. Evan was somewhat mesmerised by her appearance and watched as she smiled and assured the police men that everything was fine. She waved them off with a smile, but as soon as they started to drive away, the car spun out of control and crashed into a brick wall, the engine exploding upon impact. This was just metres away from Evan, who found himself sprawled on the concrete beside his bike with Star crouching over him.