I GET CHASED

CHAPTER 1

I woke up in my filthy bed, having the same thoughts in my head every morning

"I want to get out of here!"

My name is Leo Parker, age 14. I'm not having such a good life at the moment. Why? Here's the ugly truth. Well, I am living with my abusive stepdad named Eddie Shawns. I am always getting bullied. Trust me, this life is not fun. My stepdad always beats me up like it is his job, because he is afraid that I might tell the cops and he will get arrested. I always have to glance at my cuts and bruises from time to time. My biological mother died in a car crash. That's when my happiness died off. I had to move to this hellhole and ended up getting bullied at school.

I woke up, fixed my brown, messy hair, and put on an American Eagle t-shirt and baggy jeans.

On the other side of my room I can hear my stepdad snoring. He has barely any hair on his head, just an unshaved beard. My stepdad can't hold a job, so he beats me up every stinkin' morning and gambles. I got some money and my jacket, avoiding the coke bottles littered around the room, and went out of the damaged town house and travelled around the city of Vancouver.

As I was walking I headed to Mc Donald's and ordered some breakfast. Not every time I get to go to a restaurant, most of the times I'd have to stay home and get hit in the waist with a leather belt by my stepdad. Why? Well because for no reason. (Well that's what I think). So when I finished my hearty breakfast, I was very satisfied of what I ate.

So I headed out and started walking around with a cool breeze in my face. Until I noticed that my hearty breakfast won't start my day happy. Ahead, a guy with black hair, a skull t-shirt and ripped jeans comes along with bloodshot eyes, staring at me like he wants to torture me. His name was Brock, Brock something. I forgot what his last name was, but he was the school bully since 7th grade to high-school. He pounded his fist on his palm. Something about his face made me sense danger.

"Ya ready!" said Brock.

I turned around and started to walk faster then faster until I realized I was sprinting. Then soon, I heard foot steps behind me so I turned stupidly to a blocked alley way. I think that was the dumbest thing I ever did.

Then I started thinking to my self, "Why me?"

Soon he came around a corner and yelled out my name in a rough voice.

"I am going to kill you, Leo Parker!" Brock said.

So as soon as he pops up from the corner, my hair goes up.

Then I asked myself, "Why is he getting me?"

His eyes were more bloodshot when I saw him behind me. Then he got closer and closer and then stood in front of me. The first thing that came up in my mind, I did it, so I kicked him in the nuts as hard as I can.

Then he fell to his knees and said, "OW! Now you've done it!"

Then I quickly dashed back to my home.

At home, I opened the door. Right in front of me, I saw something very surprising. I saw a boy with crutches, with a toque and red hair and a necklace with a bell on it and a blue shirt and baggy jeans.

He glared at me, not a bad glare, sort of like a friendly one.

Before I could say anything, he said something I could not believe.

"You are a Half-blood."