Authors note: I've been thinking about writing this for a while. And now I'm actually doing it. So anyway, enjoy.
Warnings: Some drug use. (What else is new?) Talks about Child abuse.
September 10, 2007- First day of school.
Steven Hyde
There was only one difference about the day, and that was simply the fact that there was no sleeping in… My head was in a jolt of pain as I got up, twitching at the ache. It was 6:00am, so much earlier than I was used to waking up… I probably shouldn't have stayed out that late… But drugs are hard to get, and addictions are hard to get out of… Thus the word, addiction. But I lifted myself off of the bed anyway, changing close quickly and getting my bag packed. I didn't have time to shower this morning… My step dad was home for the morning and wouldn't leave until around noon… I couldn't let him see me…
Yes, I was able to make it this time, getting myself out of the house before my abusive foster father would have enough time to see me. That was obviously a good thing. I was 17 years old, in my opinion, to old to be dealing with things like that. Personally, I think that the only reason that he beat me to much was the fact that he was tall. 7"2 I think… somewhere along there. That made him at least a foot and a half taller than me, but hey; I've never been the type to give a damn. I didn't grab anything to eat before flinging myself out the door quietly. That would probably be an issue by the time I got to school… as of know, I was fine. I started walking down the street; plugging my MP3 in, placing the ear buds in tightly and cranking the volume dial to full blast. Disturbed came on. (Authors note: Do you think that Hyde would listen to them?)
The high school thankfully, was close to my house. Somewhere within about a mile, but that wasn't much of a question for my brain, I sucked at math anyway.
I was somewhat late when I walked in, making it to homeroom the minute after the bell, but for my teacher, 'Somewhat' late, might as well have been skipping the whole day. I was never that sure why he seemed to hate me so much, above everyone else I was the one who he was out to get, probably because I was usually a mess and smelt like smoke. I pushed my messy hair out of my eyes as I sat down. No one looked at me, they where used to me… I was a burnout, and didn't have that many friends. Hey, at least I actually had friends, because that was one thing that surprised me…
The bell rang, meaning that it was now time for me to get to English, god damn it I hated English… I hated all of my classes actually… but I had to go with that one the most…
I'll explain myself, in this, Hyde does not live with the Foreman's but instead his abusive foster father takes care of him. (Or, more lets him live with him.) Hyde level 8 depression out of 10 levels. That's why he acts stressed and pissed off. He's not on medication and none of his friends know of his problem. I'm doing the characters by chapter, and I'll probably have a sequel so that I don't have so many chapters.