A walk in the park
By Nate Jackson
This is my first story. the first chapter of my book that i am writing. Everything in this book is my original storyline with original characters. this is my concept. This book is based off of experiences of me and my friends. The main characters name is Rory. My name is Nate. but Rory is based off of me. the other characters are of the right name of my friends. Hope u all like this. feel free to respond and tell me wat u think of it. i would love to hear some ideas and some pointers on the wording. im trying to make it sound more mature. Thank you.
Chapter 1
Rory woke to the sound of an annoying repeated beeping of his alarm clock. Slowly, he turned to the side of the bed and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He reached over and turned off the clock. His eyes wandered over to his side and saw his dog, Sky.
She looked up at him. A smile formed as he watched her move closer while still in the darkness. He could see her artic blue husky eyes looking at him in excitement. Patting her head he got up.
Sky was the only one he had left in the world. He never had a dad or a father figure at that. His mother was dead to him. Thoughts of a cocaine attic doing anything just for a line, raced through his mind. He shook his head trying to get the image of his mom out of his head. "Come on Sky, time to get ready," he said softly as he opened the door.
He walked through the dark hallway. A sharp pain hit his leg. His leg was bleeding through the bandages. He winced as the pain got worse. His leg gave out and he fell into the wall. Barely able to catch himself he slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom ignoring the pain.
He switched the light on. "Sorry Sky, I'm trying to get clean not covered in husky hair," he said lightly laughing. She strutted away into the living room. He closed the door and turned on the radio. Instantly he started singing to one of his favorite songs by one of his favorite bands. He turned on the shower and stepped in.
He lived in an apartment all by himself. Even though he was only 17, he did pretty good on his own. The apartment building was pretty well kept too. Not just one of those run down places. And the rent was reasonable to.
He heard a ringing coming from his cell phone. He darted into his room to answer it. "hey what's up man," he said. "Dude we got a gig tonight," screamed a familiar voice. "Tell me later, I'm getting ready," he said in an annoyed tone. "Alright peace," he said and hung up. He stepped back into the shower.
The heated water felt great against his sore muscles. He had gotten into a fight last night. Some guy's had jumped him on his way home from the show. They said that he was in their territory and if he didn't have and drugs or money then they would beat him down.
But he still fought back to survive. That is until they sicked a pit-bull on him. The dog tore his leg like a chew toy.
He ran his hand through his dark brown hair. He glanced down to see red water flowing down the drain. The water burned against his cuts and his new open scar. He let the water run on him a little longer. Through the water spraying down on him he could feel the tears rolling down his face.