Okay, so, I get that this Chapter is short. It's basically introducing Raven, the main Character, so I realllllllllly hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One
No Friends
"Raven! Are you listening to me?" Daren snapped his fingers in front of my face, making me blink. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Huh?" I asked. I knew this was the wrong thing to say, but I didn't really care. "I said, 'Are you listening?' Also, you don't say, 'huh,' you say, 'Yes, Daren?'" I rolled my eyes. Daren glared at me. "Don't you roll your eyes at me." He was such a total pain. "Yes, Dad." I mumbled, picking up my fork. "What did you say?" I shook my head. "That's what I thought." He went back to eating the sandwich he packed himself. He looked at me and scowled. "Quit slumping! Sit up straight, like me." I moaned, "I don't want to be like you." I took a bite of the macaroni with bacon in it from the cafeteria. Daren ignored me, but he did give me a mean glance.
"I can't believe you eat that junk. It's full of carbohydrates. Not to mention fat. Don't you want to stay skinny?" I gave a burst of air. I slowly turned my head towards him. He was rambling on about the cake and chocolate milk, and how unhealthy for you it is and that he couldn't understand why I couldn't eat fruits and vegetables. "Would you be quite for once in your life?" I stood up. He stopped in mid-lecture. "What?" he asked. He was shocked that I interrupted him. He expected everyone to listen to his advice. Well boy did I have news for him!
"Really? Why do you have to torment me like this? Nobody else's brother gives them lectures on eating healthy! That's what moms are for, and dads. Nobody else gives a crap for that stuff!" I was surprised at myself for using that type of language. Sure I'm 13, but, I promised myself that I would use appropriate language. Daren was apparently surprised too. Then his eyes told me he was mad. I stepped back. Daren has the gift for the death glare. Actually, we all do, even my 6 year old brother, Tommy.
Anyway, his eyes were flickering with fury. He stood up and glared at me. "All you ever care about is your fantasy word. Especially Peter Pan!"He hissed. "That is sooo not true! I care about Tommy, unlike you!" He looked astonished. He stepped back. "I care about my fencing classes! I care about God! I care about the homeless, the needy, and my life! I care about my friends!" My anger was building up by each sentence, getting stronger and stronger. Daren glared with absolute outrage. "You don't have any friends." He declared.
I gasped. How dare he hit my weak spot! He knew where to get me. I was so shocked. I didn't, couldn't, say anything. He was right. I didn't have any real friends. I was always the excuse to get in the "cool crowd". I was always the one to lean on until you made to being noticed, then dump me. I was always being used. I hated it, I really did.
Out of all people that like me, I only like one of them back. Freddie Rockwell. He always played the leading and important roles in every school play. He can dance, sing, and draw really well. He was also a huge member in the Drama Club. I'm getting totally off topic here. The point is, I don't have any real friends.
Before I could make a comeback, he gathered up his lunch, gave me his death glare and stalked off, right before the lunch bell rang.
HA-HA-HA! Fights. Gotta love them. Yeah! What now! My friends said it was good. Let's hope you think so too.