Ok so here is it!! The intro and 1st chapter of Fault or Fate!! Julia Rose,Arem,and my joint!!! I hope you like it!!!
Faitherz
Fault or Fate?
Intro
3 girls. How could something so tragic bring these three girls together? Only God knows why. But too many people know how.
For one girl it was a few too many beers. A shocking sight. And a call to home.
For another it was a late night work shift. Being so tired you could barely see. And a simple red light run.
For the final one it was moving from New Jersey to Georgia. A sad story. And knowing holding so many secrets.
This is the story of those three girls. The girls who went through so much together. They went from happiness and laughter to horror and sorrow in one night. One night was all it took. All it took to steal their happiness. Will they ever get it back?
Chapter 1: Faith's POV
I laid on the couch flipping through the channels. My brother,Tristan,sat next to me. He black hair fell over his left eye as he looked over at me. I turned to look at him and smiled. We were so close. His smile fell as my phone rang. He picked up and looked at the called ID. He frowned.
"It's Marcus." Tristan said handing it to me. "So much for bro/sis night." I heard him mumble.
"Hello? Oh hey babe. Yeah! Sure. Timmy's house right? Ok. See you at 10. Bye." I said and hung up. I looked at Tristan and immidiatly regretted accepting that invite. "Oh Tris I am so sorry! It is the party of the year and Marcus-" Tristan stopped me by holding his hand up.
"It's ok,Checkers. Go have your fun. We can hang out some other night. I hear Metro Station will be in town next week for a free concert. Tonight is your night. Now go get ready. Marcus will be here in less than an hour." Tristan said. I smiled at the use of my long time nickname. I never wore my converse without putting checkers on the white part in the front. Tristan had given me the nickname when I was around 12 and it stuck.
"Ok Tris. Thanks." I said and ran upstairs.
Before I go any further I want to tell you a little about myself. My name is Faith Bohling. I have a twin brother,Tristan,who is my night and day. He is so awesome. I love him to death and couldn't do anything without him. I have the best boyfriend ever named Marcus Nast. He is an upcoming senior. We have been dating for a little over 6 months now. Tristan and I are both upcoming juniors. Tristan and I always plan a day in the week to hang out. Just me and him. But lately Marcus has been getting in the way of that. Tristan doesn't seem to mind....so far.
I have black hair that falls to the middle of my back. I have a neon babyblue streak about where Avril Laivigne has her hot pink one. I am about 5 6" and pretty slim. I love the punkrocker style. My bright blue eyes change in shade with emotion.I am very outgoing and love to meet new people. I have tons of friends but only a few are really close to me. Like I only have one best friend for instance.
My brother looks a lot like me. He also has black hair,but he has no artificial coloring in it. His eyes are turquoise blue and always manage to stay that way. He is 6 3" and taller than anyone in my family,my father being only 6 1". He got it from our gandpa. Tristan is very slim and also loves the emo/punkrocker style. It is a little different from my version of it though. While I wear bright colors with black he tends to stick to black,red,and grey. Oh and he wears wristbands and I wear armwarmers. His personality is one of the only things that is completely different from me. Tristan is way shy and only has a few friends,but they are all his best friends. He is really quiet when you don't know him,but tends to open up a little when you get to know him. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
*Later that Night*
"Faith,Marcus is here!" I heard Tristan yell, I quickly ran down stairs and grabbed my purse.
"Bye Tristan! See you latear! I should be home no later than 2!" I yelled. Most people think that 2am is late for a 17 year old to be getting home,but my parents didn't mind. They trusted me. Even though I went out a lot I never stayed the night somewhere without calling and I never went straight to my room when I got home. Every time I was out late I would go wake them up and tell them. I was just the girl who never did anything wrong. And dang proud of it.
I ran down my driveway and opened the passenger door to Marcus's Honda Accord . He gave me a quick kiss and started up his car. This is what started the tragedy. If only it hadn't happend.
So what do you think???
