The Backdoor
When I heard the bell ring for school to be over I rushed out of my history class and ran outside I needed to get home before my dad got home if he got home before me there's no telling what he'll do to mom. I ran home and stopped huffing when I got to the door. I turned to see if my dad's Buick was in the drive way, thankfully it wasn't. I ran inside the house and went to my room, I tossed my backpack on my bed and took off my school clothes I threw on some sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt. As soon as I got my shirt on I heard the front door slam, " Is the boy home?!", I hear my dad yell. "He-He's in his room…" I hear my mom answer, "Please don't hurt him again, Please-ahh." I hear a slap, and I hear my dad stomping towards my room, the door opens and I see my dad.
My dad is a tall man, standing at about 6' 3". He has dark black hair, going to his ears, and bright yellowish eyes that make you feel like a large feline is staring at you waiting to pounce. He has a kind of square-ish oval face, with a medium sized nose curved like the nude man David. He has large, cold hands, he has a body like Adonis and has a scowl etched into his face. He glares down at me, a mere 5'5", and screams at my face, "It's your fault ever since you came along I've been having a hard time!", he smirks down at me and says, "Since you've decided to make my life a living hell, I'm going to make sure that your life is as well!". You're already doing that, I think to myself. I glare at him, whack, he smacked me. "Don't you glare at me boy!". He grabbed me by my hair and smacked me into the wall, I slumped down. "Get up, you lousy brat!" he spat in my face. "I've got more punishment I've got to give you!"
Chapter 1
"Hey, did you hear?" "What?" "About those new exchange students from that private school in England." "Whoa, what are they doing here?" " Apparently, they're here to pick a candidate to enter their school!" "What! I wanna go!" "I know, right?!" What the heck are those girls babbling about now? Why would they want to go to England, anyway, Japan's much better. Stupid girls. I don't know what my classmates are thinking, girls are such a pain in the-"Excuse me, but would ya' happen ta know where tha principles office is?" What the hell? Someone still says excuse me in this day and age? And what the heck is up with his accent he sounds like he's ….. Australian?
I turn to see a boy my age, about 6'5", with bright green eyes, blue-grey hair going past his ears, he has a round face with a slightly jutted chin, he looks pretty muscular, and has a really nice face. He's wearing black jeans and a loose unbuttoned white shirt with a collar. It looks like he's carrying a portfolio of some sort.
"Yeah, it's right-" "Sorry, but couja' show me?". He had an I-don't-know-where-I-am-god-please-help-me-look on his face. What can I say I'm a sucker for lost-not to mention hot- guys. "Sure" I reply "Not a problem"