School on Friday is a nightmare
Summary: You think you have it bad at school? Try being 15 year old Jason Voorhees, famous for his almost drowning at the local camp and deceased mother who murdered teenagers and counselors out of revenge. He is constantly taunted and bullied, and rarely stands up for himself. Will it ever change?
Disclaimer: SAY IT PRIME! Optimus: The author does not own Friday the 13, nightmare on Elm Street, or me. They all belong to their rightful owners. Know on with the story!
"Jaaaaaaaasoooooon…..Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssss sooooooon." A soft feminine voice echoed throughout the house. "Mommy! Mommy! Where are you?" Jason was lost. Every way he went was just a maze of stairs and hallways that seemed to go on forever. He ran until he thought he could not any longer. Every time he would stop, the voice would seem farther away. He had to keep going, he just had to. He passed the endless void of carpet that he passed at least five times already, but the voice seemed closer. He made a sharp turn, and found himself face to face with an open doorway that led outside. Hesitating, he made his way through the grass and saw a figure. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the figure was headless. "Kill for mommy Jason…kill for moooommmy. Ki, Ki, Ki, Ki, kill for Mo, ma, ma, ma, ma. Ki, Ki, Ki, Ki, ma, ma, ma, ma…!" no, no, no, no!
Jason screamed as he woke up. Screaming was the closest thing to talking he did since his mother died. He had had that nightmare for four years. It seemed to be the only thing constant in his life. Everything else was always changing around him; he simply never had time to get used to things before they left. Like his father's girlfriends for example. They were NEVER a constant thing in his life. They always came and went. His father would give up dating then hop right back in again. In truth, it was never his father that would cause the end of the relationship; rather, it was his son. They would always be cautious towards him, never taking their eyes off him. If only they knew how rude and insensitive they were. They would always complain that he had evil eyes or that he would never talk to them. He never talked to anyone. Duh! He never talked to anyone! Not even his father, what makes them think that he would want to talk to them! Besides, he wasn't even sure if he could talk anymore. About the eyes, he couldn't help that. Another thing that was constant in his life was his faithful best friend Arrow. Arrow was a protective husky/German shepherd mix that his mother gave to him 2 weeks before going to camp. He was six weeks old at the time, so Jason guessed he was around four years old. Arrow was colored like a regular German shepherd, but a little more dark and with husky blue eyes. The only other thing he had left of his mother was an old tattered teddy bear that he had had since birth. He always carried it around in his backpack. It always made him feel loved. He glanced at his clock, which read 6:47 AM. He better start getting ready for school, so he can meet another thing that is and always will be constant in his life. BULLYING
Author's note _ so that's the end of chapter one. I might add another chapter later…or tomorrow. You see kiddies, while all my awesome friends are at the beach for spring break like the normal people they are, I'm sitting at home. Drawing pictures, practicing softball, reading and writing fan fiction, etc… so needless to say, I'm bored. I have decided to delete/abandon baby blue optics. I WORKED TWO WEEKS WRITING THAT STORY AND MY COMPUTER MESSES UP WHILE PUBLISHING IT! GRRRR. I READ IT AND THERE WERE SO MANY MISTAKES AND IT LEFT OUT ABOUT TWO PARAGRAPHS…..Sigh, I think I'm good. If anyone wants to adopt it just go for it. You won't even have to tell me or give me credit. Well, you could tell me so I could favorite it. Just take it and run and make it your own! I am setting it freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…. So read and review please. I enjoy constructive critism but flames are just plain rude. Oh, you can PM me too if you ever want to give me any ideas bye_