Troubled Times, chapter 1
"HEY LOOK THAT CHICK HAS BLUE HAIR!" Some random person yelled at me as I was walking down the hallway.
"HEY! YEAH I HAVE BLUE HAIR! HA HA!" I yelled back pissing them off.
"YEAH AND IT"S REALLY UGLY!" She shouted back. She turned and walked into the gym, so I didn't bother to yell anything back at her.
'Well... People sure do make a big deal about my hair, I mean, its only blue.' I thought to myself. "LINDSAY STOP TOUCHING MY GOD DAMN HAIR!" I turned and laughed at my friend Lindsay.
"But its so cool! Woohoo!" She said still touching my hair.
We walked out of the school together, Giovanna following us and found my mom's car. We all hopped in and I turned the radio to 93.3. It was only the best radio station ever. We drove along the house filled streets until we reached Lindsay's house. Giovanna got off there too so I didn't have to make my mom drive to her house.
"Peace man!" I yelled out to them as they got out.
"Bye." They yelled back in unison.
"Is there anything you absolutely need to go home and do right now?" My mom asked me when they got out of the car.
"Internet.." I said joking since I never can get away from the computer.
"Ok, well then don't tell anyone where were going." She said and drove down the street and away.
I had a gut feeling of where we were going. I just knew it and I couldn't believe that my mom was actually going to take the risk of going. I sat in silence, not really wanting to believe we were driving the path that wasn't familiar.
We pulled into a apartment building and I knew it. I knew we were where we weren't suppose to be. I was anxiously looking around for Nathan's truck. I knew my sister was at work right around now, so her car wouldn't be here. There it was. Black Ford Ranger with the orange light on the top.
"Mom... You know were not suppose to be here." I reminded her sarcastically.
"Yeah I know, we will be fast." She hurriedly said and pushed her door open.
Walking up the stairs to the apartment I was a little scared. I didn't want this to be a whole reunion. I hoped he wouldn't cry or anything. I hated to admit that I didn't really miss him that much, and I felt really bad for even saying it in my head, it made me want to cry.
Apartment number 303... My mom rang the doorbell, and the door opened.
"HEY! YEAH I HAVE BLUE HAIR! HA HA!" I yelled back pissing them off.
"YEAH AND IT"S REALLY UGLY!" She shouted back. She turned and walked into the gym, so I didn't bother to yell anything back at her.
'Well... People sure do make a big deal about my hair, I mean, its only blue.' I thought to myself. "LINDSAY STOP TOUCHING MY GOD DAMN HAIR!" I turned and laughed at my friend Lindsay.
"But its so cool! Woohoo!" She said still touching my hair.
We walked out of the school together, Giovanna following us and found my mom's car. We all hopped in and I turned the radio to 93.3. It was only the best radio station ever. We drove along the house filled streets until we reached Lindsay's house. Giovanna got off there too so I didn't have to make my mom drive to her house.
"Peace man!" I yelled out to them as they got out.
"Bye." They yelled back in unison.
"Is there anything you absolutely need to go home and do right now?" My mom asked me when they got out of the car.
"Internet.." I said joking since I never can get away from the computer.
"Ok, well then don't tell anyone where were going." She said and drove down the street and away.
I had a gut feeling of where we were going. I just knew it and I couldn't believe that my mom was actually going to take the risk of going. I sat in silence, not really wanting to believe we were driving the path that wasn't familiar.
We pulled into a apartment building and I knew it. I knew we were where we weren't suppose to be. I was anxiously looking around for Nathan's truck. I knew my sister was at work right around now, so her car wouldn't be here. There it was. Black Ford Ranger with the orange light on the top.
"Mom... You know were not suppose to be here." I reminded her sarcastically.
"Yeah I know, we will be fast." She hurriedly said and pushed her door open.
Walking up the stairs to the apartment I was a little scared. I didn't want this to be a whole reunion. I hoped he wouldn't cry or anything. I hated to admit that I didn't really miss him that much, and I felt really bad for even saying it in my head, it made me want to cry.
Apartment number 303... My mom rang the doorbell, and the door opened.
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