(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.
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