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Chapter 2
2 Reviews"Good luck! Don't get your face pounded!"
Author's Note: Hey, sorry about the late update. I've been kinda sick, and school is going crazy. I have a major art project that's due in a few days and now I have a algebra project. Ugh. I'm sorry, I'll try to update soon. This chapters kinda shitty, but I promise the next one will be worth it.
You Are An Example Of Better Things To Come
Sunlight streamed through my window between the cracks of blinds and curtains, right smack into my face. I peered my eyes open seeing only white-yellow. I groaned in discomfort and trudged out of my creaky bed. It was never a plesant sleep from the old matress, but this morning it appeared immensely warm and inviting. I scramble over to the window, draw back the drapes, pull up the blinds, unleashing the sun’s harmful rays into my room.
“Holy shit,” I murmured to myself, blocking the light with my arm across my face as my eyes adjusted. I stumbled backwards catching myself with my dresser after tripping over a displaced pair of red Vans. I exit the bright room and step into the shower. It’s not long before I’m out, hair combed, dressed in my new Ramones tee, black skinnies, and slipping into my old Iron Maiden hoodie and beat up Converse.
I return to my room only to grab my backpack that I spent adorning with various buttons of bands I idolized, random saying in silver sharpie, and paint. I scuttled down the stairs and entered the kitchen to find my mom slaving over the stove, an assortment of pots and pans scattered amongst it and the counters. The air smelt like warm waffles, eggs, and blueberry muffins. I set my bag down on an extra chair and sat down.
“Good morning, Frankie!” my mom cheered, turning off the stove and placing breakfeast on to the table. She poured to glasses of orange juice, before shoving a plate of food in front of me. “You’re gonna need your strength when you fight off bullies for picking on you cause of that damn eyeliner.”
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mom to pieces, but it was times like this I wish I lived with my dad. He wouldn’t have given me any shit for it. He’d just give me a weird look and then drop the topic, resort to silence. My mom just wouldn’t give up.
I rolled my eyes and started munching on a piece of toast. Warm buttery tingle of delight sent waves of happiness through my angry stomach that started purring with satisfaction. My moms food was magical. It could do weird things to the senses. I asked her what she used once when I was five. She answered simply with the word ‘love’. At first I believed her, but as I got older I realized that was bullshit and she had to be sticking some other kind of crap in it.
I glanced up at the clock which read seven fifteen, meaning it was time for me to go to the bus stop.
“Want me to walk you there, sweetie?” my mom asked in a sing song voice.
“Mom, as much as I appreciate it, I’m capable of using the bathroom on my own, so I think I’ll be able to find the right stop.” I picked my bag up from the corner and slung it over my shoulder heading for the door.
“Good luck! Don’t get your face pounded in!” she hollered as the door shut with a slam.
“Oops..”
As I walked across the front steps and down the pathway, my moms screams about not slamming doors began to fade away. I put my headphones in and blasted them loud when finally, I had reached the stop. It wasn’t that far. Just a block away. There were three girls. All blondes, all in pink and green, they had a circle formed and were chatting and giggled to one another amongst it. Beside them were two guys. One of them had blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a piece of black metal hanging on the side of his lower lip. The other was taller, pale, had a head of rather large hair and seemed kind of nerdy looking, but still like a normal average kid..well not counting his hair. I stood alone, closing my eyes as I began to drift off, getting lost in my music, when one of my headphones fell out of my ear. Eyes opened.
“Misfits,” said a voice by my left. “Great band.” I turned. It was the nerdy kid with the fro.
“Uh, yeah.”
“If you’re gonna play your music that loud, I suggest not closing your eyes. You won’t be able to tell when the bus is here.”
I tore my eyes away from him only to notice that fro kid was right. The bright yellow twinkie had arrived, kids inside waiting impatiently for me. “Come on, Toro!” metal lip shouted gesturing him forward. ‘Toro’ glanced at me then moved forward, me right on his heels.
The bus was pretty crowded, but it seemed as if every section was designated to a certain cluster of people. Metal lip sat in the very back row in the seat that only fits one person, and Toro let me on in by the window on the opposite side. “My name is Ray. Ray Toro, but some people call me just Toro..and fro kid..and torosaurus, but Ray works just fine,” he said in a light Jersey accent flashing a pair of pearly whites.
“Um, my name is Frank. My mom calls me Frank..and Frankie, but Frank works too.” I stared awkwardly at my shoes.
“Frank..cool. That’s Bob.” Ray pointed at metal lip. “He doesn’t take shit from anyone, so don’t mess with him.”
“Got it.” I nodded my head.
“Are you new to Jersey or..?” meta- I mean Bob asked.
“Nah, I’ve lived here my whole life. Never been to public school before. Thought I’d give it a shot.”
He eyed me from head to toe, a puzzled look slowly crossing over his face. “You don’t look like a home school freak..What happened?”
“Catholic school. Prayers. Religious freaks. Nuns with rulers. Those things get to ya man.”
“Ah,” Ray said.
A few minutes passed, and the bus finally stopped in front of my new school.
Here goes nothing.
How was it? I know it's pretty shitty, but I promise the next one will be wayyyyyyy better. My plan is to update by tomorrow, but ya know things never go to plan, but I will try and update asap. Please R&R? I'm sorry. Xoxo, Melanie.
You Are An Example Of Better Things To Come
Sunlight streamed through my window between the cracks of blinds and curtains, right smack into my face. I peered my eyes open seeing only white-yellow. I groaned in discomfort and trudged out of my creaky bed. It was never a plesant sleep from the old matress, but this morning it appeared immensely warm and inviting. I scramble over to the window, draw back the drapes, pull up the blinds, unleashing the sun’s harmful rays into my room.
“Holy shit,” I murmured to myself, blocking the light with my arm across my face as my eyes adjusted. I stumbled backwards catching myself with my dresser after tripping over a displaced pair of red Vans. I exit the bright room and step into the shower. It’s not long before I’m out, hair combed, dressed in my new Ramones tee, black skinnies, and slipping into my old Iron Maiden hoodie and beat up Converse.
I return to my room only to grab my backpack that I spent adorning with various buttons of bands I idolized, random saying in silver sharpie, and paint. I scuttled down the stairs and entered the kitchen to find my mom slaving over the stove, an assortment of pots and pans scattered amongst it and the counters. The air smelt like warm waffles, eggs, and blueberry muffins. I set my bag down on an extra chair and sat down.
“Good morning, Frankie!” my mom cheered, turning off the stove and placing breakfeast on to the table. She poured to glasses of orange juice, before shoving a plate of food in front of me. “You’re gonna need your strength when you fight off bullies for picking on you cause of that damn eyeliner.”
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mom to pieces, but it was times like this I wish I lived with my dad. He wouldn’t have given me any shit for it. He’d just give me a weird look and then drop the topic, resort to silence. My mom just wouldn’t give up.
I rolled my eyes and started munching on a piece of toast. Warm buttery tingle of delight sent waves of happiness through my angry stomach that started purring with satisfaction. My moms food was magical. It could do weird things to the senses. I asked her what she used once when I was five. She answered simply with the word ‘love’. At first I believed her, but as I got older I realized that was bullshit and she had to be sticking some other kind of crap in it.
I glanced up at the clock which read seven fifteen, meaning it was time for me to go to the bus stop.
“Want me to walk you there, sweetie?” my mom asked in a sing song voice.
“Mom, as much as I appreciate it, I’m capable of using the bathroom on my own, so I think I’ll be able to find the right stop.” I picked my bag up from the corner and slung it over my shoulder heading for the door.
“Good luck! Don’t get your face pounded in!” she hollered as the door shut with a slam.
“Oops..”
As I walked across the front steps and down the pathway, my moms screams about not slamming doors began to fade away. I put my headphones in and blasted them loud when finally, I had reached the stop. It wasn’t that far. Just a block away. There were three girls. All blondes, all in pink and green, they had a circle formed and were chatting and giggled to one another amongst it. Beside them were two guys. One of them had blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a piece of black metal hanging on the side of his lower lip. The other was taller, pale, had a head of rather large hair and seemed kind of nerdy looking, but still like a normal average kid..well not counting his hair. I stood alone, closing my eyes as I began to drift off, getting lost in my music, when one of my headphones fell out of my ear. Eyes opened.
“Misfits,” said a voice by my left. “Great band.” I turned. It was the nerdy kid with the fro.
“Uh, yeah.”
“If you’re gonna play your music that loud, I suggest not closing your eyes. You won’t be able to tell when the bus is here.”
I tore my eyes away from him only to notice that fro kid was right. The bright yellow twinkie had arrived, kids inside waiting impatiently for me. “Come on, Toro!” metal lip shouted gesturing him forward. ‘Toro’ glanced at me then moved forward, me right on his heels.
The bus was pretty crowded, but it seemed as if every section was designated to a certain cluster of people. Metal lip sat in the very back row in the seat that only fits one person, and Toro let me on in by the window on the opposite side. “My name is Ray. Ray Toro, but some people call me just Toro..and fro kid..and torosaurus, but Ray works just fine,” he said in a light Jersey accent flashing a pair of pearly whites.
“Um, my name is Frank. My mom calls me Frank..and Frankie, but Frank works too.” I stared awkwardly at my shoes.
“Frank..cool. That’s Bob.” Ray pointed at metal lip. “He doesn’t take shit from anyone, so don’t mess with him.”
“Got it.” I nodded my head.
“Are you new to Jersey or..?” meta- I mean Bob asked.
“Nah, I’ve lived here my whole life. Never been to public school before. Thought I’d give it a shot.”
He eyed me from head to toe, a puzzled look slowly crossing over his face. “You don’t look like a home school freak..What happened?”
“Catholic school. Prayers. Religious freaks. Nuns with rulers. Those things get to ya man.”
“Ah,” Ray said.
A few minutes passed, and the bus finally stopped in front of my new school.
Here goes nothing.
How was it? I know it's pretty shitty, but I promise the next one will be wayyyyyyy better. My plan is to update by tomorrow, but ya know things never go to plan, but I will try and update asap. Please R&R? I'm sorry. Xoxo, Melanie.
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