Alone, chapter 1
This site is often visited by young children, therefore I better give a warning. This story is not for the faint hearted. Maybe not in this part or the next or even the next after that, but this story will make the squemish squirm. Or not.
***ROXYS POV***
Detention. That was starting to become my most used word. Infact I probably visit detention more than I visit home. If you can call it home. Anyway, that's where it all began. I was sat in the dingy little dirty detention hall, with Mrs Craterface. Honestly, if you had a zoomed in photo of her face, you'd think it was the moon with all the zits orbiting her skin. For some bizarre reason, detention was empty that day. Apart from a skinny little specky twerp sat infront of Craterfaces desk, but he didn't count until the teacher had to leave to room. Even before the door closed my converses swung themselves up on top of the desk. Since they're size 7 they made quite a bang, so the four-eyes prat turned round and gave a quick quiet cough.
"Yeah?!"
I hated it when people looked at me like he did. Looking down at me as if I was the lowest possible thing on the food chain. In fact I was quite high in the food chain at my school. Most people knew I could break their neck with my little finger, so kept clear of me. But obviously this kid was knew.
"Could you please keep the noise down? I am trying to study."
I sneered as I noticed the maths textbook infront of him. He was a lot lower than me in the food chain. Just to piss him off even more I belched loudly as I took a swig from the can of pepsi in my blazer pocket. I couldn't help laughing, as he pinched his nostrils and began to look like he was going to cry. Then a thought dawned on me.
"Anyway, why are you in detention?"
"Oh, I'm not in trouble."
"Yeah I kinda guessed," I raised my eyebrows as I looked him up and down.
"I am merely waiting for my mother."
"Awww, does Mummy have to come and pick up snuckems so he doesn't get beaten up my a group of toddlers on the way home?"
"No. She has to take detention."
My jaw dropped and practically touched my knees.
"Your... Your mother... Is... Is..."
"Yes she is."
My eyes widened so my eyelashes tapped the base of my eyebrows. I had just been bullying Mrs Craterfaces son! I knew I had to make up for it.
"Oh... OK. Well... Are you new here?"
"Yes I am actually."
"Oh.. OK. So what's your name."
"My name is Billie Joe Armstrong. What is yours?"
"Roxy Jones."
I knew craterface would be back soon so I had to make up for my big mistake.
"So how about we're mates then, how about it? I'll show you the ropes."
"That would be splendid. Thankyou."
"No problem"
I sank down in my seat as his Mum walked in.
"Roxanne take your feet off the desk."
I sighed heavily and did as I was told.
"Yes Miss."
***ROXYS POV***
Detention. That was starting to become my most used word. Infact I probably visit detention more than I visit home. If you can call it home. Anyway, that's where it all began. I was sat in the dingy little dirty detention hall, with Mrs Craterface. Honestly, if you had a zoomed in photo of her face, you'd think it was the moon with all the zits orbiting her skin. For some bizarre reason, detention was empty that day. Apart from a skinny little specky twerp sat infront of Craterfaces desk, but he didn't count until the teacher had to leave to room. Even before the door closed my converses swung themselves up on top of the desk. Since they're size 7 they made quite a bang, so the four-eyes prat turned round and gave a quick quiet cough.
"Yeah?!"
I hated it when people looked at me like he did. Looking down at me as if I was the lowest possible thing on the food chain. In fact I was quite high in the food chain at my school. Most people knew I could break their neck with my little finger, so kept clear of me. But obviously this kid was knew.
"Could you please keep the noise down? I am trying to study."
I sneered as I noticed the maths textbook infront of him. He was a lot lower than me in the food chain. Just to piss him off even more I belched loudly as I took a swig from the can of pepsi in my blazer pocket. I couldn't help laughing, as he pinched his nostrils and began to look like he was going to cry. Then a thought dawned on me.
"Anyway, why are you in detention?"
"Oh, I'm not in trouble."
"Yeah I kinda guessed," I raised my eyebrows as I looked him up and down.
"I am merely waiting for my mother."
"Awww, does Mummy have to come and pick up snuckems so he doesn't get beaten up my a group of toddlers on the way home?"
"No. She has to take detention."
My jaw dropped and practically touched my knees.
"Your... Your mother... Is... Is..."
"Yes she is."
My eyes widened so my eyelashes tapped the base of my eyebrows. I had just been bullying Mrs Craterfaces son! I knew I had to make up for it.
"Oh... OK. Well... Are you new here?"
"Yes I am actually."
"Oh.. OK. So what's your name."
"My name is Billie Joe Armstrong. What is yours?"
"Roxy Jones."
I knew craterface would be back soon so I had to make up for my big mistake.
"So how about we're mates then, how about it? I'll show you the ropes."
"That would be splendid. Thankyou."
"No problem"
I sank down in my seat as his Mum walked in.
"Roxanne take your feet off the desk."
I sighed heavily and did as I was told.
"Yes Miss."
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