Hi! So this is my first chapter to my first story, but I'm not quiet sure if I should carry it on or just ditch it all together. Well I guess I should shut up now and let you get on with the story (if anyone is reading that is). Please comment and tell me if you want me to carry it on or not.
Something bad had happened here at West Hudson Park a long, long time ago. You could feel it in the air. Unfortunately, nobody knew what, well except for the trees obviously. The trees held a massive secret, which no-one else knew. You could tell that they had been keeping it a secret for a long time and now they wanted to share it with someone, but no-one would listen. I've been coming to this park since I was 12. You see, New Jersey isn't a safe place for little kids to be hanging around by themselves without an adult to look after them, so kids stay locked up in their homes reading comics and doing other imaginative things in their spare time. I'm 16 now and I still have the exact weekday routine as I had when I was younger, which happens to be: get up, get ready, go to school, get beat up by the school jocks for being a social outcast, and after schools finished, I run to the park to sit under the same tree drawing, with my headphones in my ears and my sketch pad on my lap. I sit there for hours and I eventually go home for dinner, knowing that I'll be coming back later on in the night.
When I reached my home at 7pm, I walked in to see my brother, Frank and his best friends Ray, Mikey and Mikey's brother, Gerard. They may as well live here as well because they come straight from school and go home at 11pm, well if it's a Friday they'll spend the whole weekend at our house. They'd have movie marathons and sometimes I'd join them, but other times I just sit in my room (aka the basement) drawing random things, with the Misfits blasting out of my stereo.
Today's Friday 13th so it means horror movie marathon, which is another one of our yearly traditions. We got the popcorn and sat in my room. Me and Mikey were laid on my bed, Frank and Gerard were cuddled up on the floor at the end of my bed, Ray was sat in my chair next to my desk and Bob was sat on my piano bench. I got up and put The Nightmare on Elm Street into the DVD player, then sat back on my bed.
By 3am we had watched 4 different movies. Ray and Bob had fallen asleep after the 3rd movie and the rest of us decided that we would play truth or dare. It was Mikey's turn to ask me. I said dare and he dared me to wake up Bob and touch Ray's fro and everyone who knows them two know to NEVER wake up Bob and NEVER touch Ray's fro, so I immediately tried to make him change the dare, but he wouldn't have any of it, so I stuck my tongue out at him like the childish little girl I am, and he did the same back and we both burst out laughing. In the end, I was being made to do the dare, which resulted in me being chased around the house by two lunatics with pillows and believe me, when pillows are in the hands of Ray and Bob, they really, really hurt.