"Danny!" Sarah screamed chasing me around the room. I laughed and dodged her. No one was home at her house and she was supposed to be cleaning her room. I promised her when I got there that I would stay out of the way and let her clean. Only I got bored.
"What?" I said laughing and holding my hand way above her head. I found her diary laying on the floor. I wasn't going to read it, of course. I'd never do that to her. I just wanted to bug her. Like I said, I get bored easily.
She tackled me to the ground and sat on my chest, "Danny Jones give that back now!" she she shouted at me. I pretended like I was going to open it and she swiped it from my hands as fast as she could. "I swear, you're like a little kid."
"You love me anyway" I laughed as she got off of me and continued to clean. Sarah was my best friend. We got along great and she's lived across the street ever since I moved here. She's always been there. I didn't have many friends at school. I moved from Bolton to North London last year and never really made many friends. I didn't need them though, because I always had Sarah.
I walked over to the guitar on her wall. "Do you play?" I asked. She shook her head, "Nope, that was my dad's. I never really learned to play." I took the guitar and while she was cleaning I started playing. Sarah stopped cleaning and turned to me. I stopped playing and laughed, "What? Am I that bad?"
"No..." she said, "Not at all. Keep playing, please." I did. She laid on her bed and watched me. "Did you write that?" I nodded, "Yeah, it's got lyrics to it, but it isn't very good."
"Sing it!" she told me, "Please!" I turned red, "No, I'm no good at singing and the lyrics are awful."
"Please" she begged. "No, no, no." I shook my head. "Maybe later." Sarah sighed, "Okay."
I looked at the clock. It was almost 5:00 and I needed to get home for dinner and I figured Sarah's mom would be home any minute. "Well, I ought to go, if your mom comes home and I'm in here and your room's still a mess she's gonna kill both of us." Sarah nodded, "Alright, see ya tomorrow."
The sound of my alarm was possibly the worst sound in the world. Because the obnoxious beeping of my alarm was a constant reminder that I had to go through one more day in literally a living hell. I sighed, got out of bed and got into the shower. The hot water felt good and I stared down at the bruise on my arm. I got it last week when Jason, one of the most popular guys in school, beat me up. It was a daily thing though, and I've tried my best to live with it. I got out of the shower and shook my wet, curly hair. It took so long to straighten it in the morning, but I did anyway. I hated my curly hair. After I got out of the bathroom I pulled on a clean t-shirt and jeans and headed to school. It was May, and school was almost ending. Just a few more weeks until I get a three month break from this awful place.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Everyone around me cheered as I got slammed into the pavement of the parking lot after school. Not again, I thought.
"Jason, why don't you ever leave me the hell alone?" I asked him trying to push myself up. He slammed me back into the ground, "What'd I ever do to you?" He didn't answer me, he just kicked me in the side. A sharp pain went through my whole body. Why did this have to always happen to me? He turned around and laughed with his friends as they cheered him on. Now was my chance. I pushed myself up and started running. Jason turned around "Get him!" he shouted and he and three more of his friends chased me. I looked back "Shit!" I ran as fast as I could and hopped the fence behind the field at school. The bottoms of my jeans got caught, but I ripped them lose and kept running, Jason and the three guys trailing me. I ran as fast as I could through three backyards and over another fence, then back into my house. Once I got in I slammed the door, and sat down up against it trying to catch my breath. I looked down at the blood seeping through my jeans and I pulled up my shirt. A bruise was forming where he kicked me. I took a deep breath. Don't cry! You can't every cry, I told myself. I blinked back tears and ran into my room. My mom wasn't home. She never was. I got used to it after a while though.
I pulled out a notebook and my guitar and started writing. Soon there was a knock on my door. "What?" I mumbled. Sarah walked in and ran over to me and wrapped me in a hug, "I am so sorry." I just wrapped my arms around her and stayed like that for as long as I could. I never wanted to let go. Because she was the only one I had.
Like it so far? I dont like it as much as my other one to be honest, but the 1st chapter was just to start off telling about what Danny goes through every day (a/n I know Danny really was bullied, although i don't know whether he actually got beat up or not. Im making stuff up as I go, work with me here) It gets better though, I proooomise. Anyway I'll be writing, like, all night. So check back soon and review pleaase :D
-Erin