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My mind seemed to wander as I packed my bag for the day ahead.
Exactly one year ago flames engulfed our school.
Exactly one year ago Ashton and I met.
Exactly one year ago was the last time Ashton bothered to look at me, it was as if he had forgotten I existed. The thought of him always ate away at me until I could no longer bear to think about the mysterious boy.
My mind trailed back to reality as I slipped on my sandals as my father yelled for me downstairs. I rushed down at the sound of his booming voice.
"Let's go." He snapped. I nodded my head and followed shorty after him. I made my way out to the passenger's seat of the car. As I buckled my seat belt, i let the tension rise between us.
He sped off quickly as I looked out the window to see the trees zooming by us. My mind seemed to make its way back to the thought of Ashton. I had learned a lot about him this past year. He seemed to be disliked by many people, including my friends who had managed to tell me terrible things about him. For some reason, I was never able to believe them even though deep down I knew they were true. He seemed to keep the same routine. Even though we had most of our classes together he completely ignored me as if I was invisible. I had managed to keep myself from staring too much when he worked in art class. Since the new school year started, he had sat just a table away from me.
"I'm dropping you off early, I have a surgery," my father mumbled. I snapped out of my thoughts and responded.
"It's five thirty, school doesn't start for another hour and a half," I chuckled.
"Well, sit outside," he snapped. I just nodded my head and tried not to throw myself out of the car. My father and I had a terrible relationship. I grew up in France and came to America when I was thirteen. For the majority of my life my father was an alcoholic, he still has issues with it but not as bad as when I was little. He hated me with a passion. He really didn't want me at all. I was just getting the way of his career. I managed to become very independent. It was rare my parents were ever home.
My father pulled up to the entrance of the school. I got out of the small car and walked away from my dad without a word. He rolled his eyes and sped away as I took a seat on the hard concrete in front of the school. My thoughts returned back to Ashton. People had told me all kinds of things about him. Apparently, he was really into girls, alcohol, and drugs. That was really all I ever got out of anyone. I wasn't really friends with many girls and all the guys I knew didn't talk about it much. He was very interesting to observe. I'll admit I still thought he was incredibly attractive but I never really developed feelings for him. He was very independent, I didn't know his history but from what I've heard, it wasn't so great. Luke had pointed out Ashton's small, shabby house every few times we passed by it. From what he told me Ashton's family wasn't that wealthy.
A few minutes later I saw a familiar car pull up in the parking lot of the school. I brought my mind back to reality and checked my phone to see a whole hour had passed.
"Luke Hemmings where have you been?" I scolded. We always seemed to meet at the school early in the morning. His parents were surgeons too, that's how we met last year and since then we'd been best friends.
"Sorry, I'm late," he said quickly, then sat down next to me. I checked the time to see that we still had a half hour to waste. We talked about everything from homework to the girls he was interested in. He was quite the talker but I didn't mind. His life was interesting while mine was so incredibly plain. He eventually stood up and held out a hand for me. My legs pushed me up off of the hard ground. Students began piling into the school one by one. After the fire, they had rebuilt the west wing of the place, it was really the only severely damaged spot.
Luke's eyes grew cold as he checked the date on his phone. He had lost his girlfriend Lindsay in the fire last year and it was all he ever talked about. I wasn't sure how to comfort him anymore. He didn't seem to notice his pain. He had gotten over her but the mention of her name didn't settle well.
"You know what the date is?" He asked softly. I nodded my head. I grabbed his arm and brought him closer to me in an attempt to calm him down as his eyes lit up with sadness and anger.
"Let's just try to make it through the day," I whispered as we took our first steps into one of the most tragic days of our senior year.
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so this is the first chapter of Ignite. I'm looking forward to writing this and I hope you all will enjoy it. Feel free to point out spelling mistakes or give me any ideas. For now, just sit tight and be patient between updates.
Also, there is a very big medical influence in this story. Many parts will take place at a hospital because of Shannon's interest in the medical field and her parents being surgeons. If there are any medical mistakes in here please don't get too upset. I don't know too much about the human body or medical procedures. I will try my best to correct all my mistakes. But just be according to of the fact that I have no medical training and I'm basically getting this information out of textbooks and listening to my family talk about their experiences as doctors and surgeons.
If you have any questions please feel free to comment and I will try and answer as many as possible.