Okay, so my obessession with 6teen has striked back, but one things
different...now I'm a writer...dum dum dum duuummmm...fail. So
I don't own 6teen or any of its characters. Hope youy like and review.
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The door shut loudly behind Jude as he walked into his small house.
The house was dark like the sky outside and the familiar scent of
booze and cigarette hit him as soon as he walked in.
Having spent the day in the mall with his friends left him in a good
mood and thoughts of the movie they had watched less than an hour ago
swam through his mind. Dropping his skateboard, Sally, off by the door
he began his walk to his room down the hall.
He glanced warily into the living room on the way to his room upon
hearing his name called.
His father stood and stumbled over to meet him knocking a clear glass
bottle in the process, spilling an amber liquid onto the carpet He didn't
notice though as he had another bottle in his hand.
Father and son did not look like each other in appearance, Jude taking
his short, slim body and blonde hair from his mother while his father
was taller and broader with dark hair that had tints of grey in it
that would engulf his head completely soon. The only thing that they
shared was their blue eyes, although the older mans was dull and
scarred were as Jude's shined and was still filled with a youths
excitement.
"Looks too much like his mother..." Rick mumbled quietly while
examining Jude.
Jude's eyes flickered around nervously under his stare. He was usually
forgotten ever since his mom died in seventh grade. He was ignored and
useless unless his father needed a beer or even the odd time a punching
bag. Times when he was called or acknowledged scared him.
"Where duh hell were you?" he slurred loudly brought out of his
previous thought.
"With my friends."
"What friends? Who'd wanna be friends wit cho...baggy clothes and
messy hair...must be retarded or someting..." he slurred.
Jude's blue eyes darkened. "They aren't retarded." He was answered with
a quick slap across his face leaving a red hand print.
"I bet they are...retards stick together..."
Jude looked down accordingly. "I'm not a retard..." A brown envelope
was thrust into his chest. His report card. So this is what this was
all about.
"Yah sure as hell seem to be with those kinda marks...and I don't want no
idiots living under my roof...git out."
Jude began to walk slowly out of the house but ran after a glass
bottle whizzed by his head and shattered on the wall in front of him. He
slammed the door behind him as he ran out, not before grabbing Sally
though.
As he pushed on the ground hard with his right foot he began to sail
smoothly down the road. Getting kicked out wasn't a new thing for Jude,
he would usually just crash at Jonesy's house, him being the only one of his
friends who knew the entire extent of his home life. Since Jen moved in it
was harder to keep it secret but usually he'd come after she fell asleep and
would leave before she woke up.
His normally crystal blue eyes were filled with pain. He remembered
when his dad used to love him, before he supposedly killed his mom.
He shut his eyes and remembered all the good thing he had breathing in
the cool air and listening to the wind whistle past his ears.
Suddenly the squeals of tired pierced the night and he opened his eyes
in time to see to bright headlights blinding him in front of him!
. . .
Hehe, probably a fail cliffy but it's my first one so be kind. Please
review :)