SynopsisSarah Smiles like Sarah dosen't care.
The cliché story line focuses on seventeen year old teenager Percival Jeremiah Kennedy's life in the small town of Maps, California. PJ and the town's close-knit occupants are sent reeling from their stone-set, gossipy lives at the arrival of the quiet Sarah Davis. PJ and Sarah get off the on the wrong foot when she bravely exposes her indifferent personality and abrasive perspective of life, but as they repair their unsteady friendship over the course of a senior year English class, they find themselves falling into a love even more doubtful than their first encounter. And when tragedy strikes the town, the predictable romance repeated through literature and pop culture suddenly takes a more realistic turn and the couple learns the truth behind the "Once Upon A Time"s.
ExcerptThere was a soft knock at the door. The teacher’s face lit up with a smile that resembled Estelle and Catherine’s this morning when they were on their gossiping sprees. She walked towards the door, and rested her hand on the knob, turning back to the class a final time before opening it.
“Okay class, exciting news! Our newest student and neighbor had arrived, so I’d like you all to give her a warm welcome. Make her feel at home,” And find out everything you can about her so I can spill to the rest of the school. PJ smirked as he thought the words. They were so clearly painted on her face; he thought it would’ve made a lot more sense if she’d just right out said the words out loud. As the knob turned, he could almost see the entire class lean forward in curiosity. PJ leaned back in indifference.
As she walked into the room, everything suddenly felt like a really cheesy movie. The girls in the room slouched back in their chairs in frustration and disappointment while the guys shot glances at each other, raising their eyebrows in interest. The girl herself was tall with more of an athletic build, but lean all the same. She had deep brown hair that was so dark it was almost black, tied back in a high ponytail. It was an extreme contrast to her pale skin, which was contrasted even further by her very, very red lips.
She wore a dark blue blazer, buttoned once over a light pink blouse. Her bag was slung dainty right in the crevice of her elbow. The way she held herself, she looked like she was heading to some sort of business meeting rather than a normal day at school. She seemed to resemble a famous actress or a CEO, her posture emulating an idol with poise and confidence that seemed to be envied by the girls and guys alike in the classroom. She certainly seemed to set a standard for not to be fucked with.
And all without even saying a word. Without even knowing her name, each student in the class seemed to form a certain opinion about who they thought she must be, and by the obvious reactions from his classmates, some seemed to be more positive and welcoming than others. Even the teacher had raised her eyebrows curiously when the girl entered.
Tyler was staring at her without blinking, his mouth slightly open. A row in front of them, a girl, who had most likely heard his jaw hit the desk, had turned around and was now staring at him with a look of obvious disgust on her face. The rest of the girls seemed to share her reaction; they had all adjusted their hair or clothes in someway in the five seconds the new girl had been present in the room and were now looking at her in varied states of discontent. Estelle was the exception; she was glaring incessantly at PJ.
PJ had never been an advocate of staring. He thought it was a bit creepy with a dash of stalker somewhere in there. But he was willing to make an exception, especially in her case. She was beautiful, but not in a bone structure, flawless way. More in the way her eyes hovered over the room as she scanned each and every face, and there was no judgment in her expression. It was in her composure, and her confidence, and the way when her eyes caught his, a slight smile played on her lips. Or maybe it was a smirk, he couldn't tell. Oh, and there was the fact that she had flawless bone structure. He never was the type to let a girl turn him into an ass, but damn.
Estelle’s fingers clenched into fists where they lay on the desk.
The teacher smiled at the class, taking in each of their reaction, no doubt to repot back to the teacher's lounge. “Class, say hello to Sarah Davis.”