Khahil, a middle class trying to fit in a private school full of all the rich and high class teens, sticks out of the crowd like a large pimple on a teen's forehead. Ready to pop! Trying his best to make it through the hectic lifestyle that is High school, he finds the whole experience getting difficult by each period. 

But by a chance of luck, he happens to catch the attention of a high class Avenue Girl named Cleo. And she seems to have a likening for him. 

Now caught up between what the people around him have to say about such an unusual relationship, and trying to make it through his last two years of High school. His life won't be the same as it once was before.

Avenue Girl

"I can't believe we're about to do this" 


Two kids in love on the road to elope. 


 On a cold night while the air feels damp and icy, you find the necessary warmth laying on my side with your arms wrapped around me. My hand grips the steering wheel, keeping the car straight in the lane closest to the mountain's side, while the other rests on your thigh. 


You sleep like an angel with your face lighting up as your eyes are closed. Cautiously I take each and every curve down the mountain range with the highest of awareness. Trying my best not to wake you. 


The thought keeps running through my mind along with the many questions in par. 


 What would both our parents think of us once they find that notes left on the bed's pillow? 


Your Father will surely have more reason to despise me. 


 Then again what Father wouldn't when you're the kid who stole their daughter from a home built like a fortress 


We're both so young, with nothing much on our backs but just our clothes. A couple dollars to make it across the border and start a life for ourselves. A car as a birthday gift being used as our one escape and freshly licensed driver behind the wheel. 


Soon we'll make our escape, soon we'll be together with no responsibilities holding us back. This is so childish, but then again it's young love. 


The night echoes with the sound of winter's cold breath, the road is covered in Black Ice. The drive down the mountain range is quite a distance. The road we're on lacks busyness and falls quiet. For a moment I look down to my side, seeing you find comfort in me. 


My eyes lose focus on the road ahead, focused more on you. In the few seconds I give a smile as I gaze at your pretty face. But in those very seconds my eyes are pulled away by a blinding light of an eighteen wheeler on the incoming lane. 


I've filtered into the truck's lane without noticing. The loud hoot of it's horn wakes you up as it wakes my heart too. The poorest decision I make is slamming on the brakes hard, pulling the steering wheel away from the incoming danger. 


 The tires screaming from the friction of the road and Ice. 


The car misses the truck slightly but hits against the mountain's side. Flipping over from the massive impact. 


We flip for what feels like never-ending flips, eventually landing on the car's roof. 


 Blood runs down from my head, dripping onto the roof below me. My eyes search for you, finding you laid out onto the cold tarmac. 


Why didn't I make it my job to tell you to wear your seatbelt?


Epilogue