A Lakehurst Story Johnny Dimarco

I wrote this in less than 30 minutes. My friends and I are having a race to see who can make the best story the fastest. It has to be this slow in the beginning so everything will make sense later so if you decide to read this remember that I know it's rushed and it's boring right now but I promise I have something good planned. If you hate it read it until chapter 3 than you can stop or flame me.

I looked at Lakehurst Junior High with disgust. The school makes me wanna puke. The ugly tan walls in the bathroom smell. The whole place smells. It's nothing like Degrassi. Now That school has class. The blue and gold of Degrassi make you feel proud. Lakehurst is a ghetto no good hoodlum hall as my mother used to call it. Back before my mother started drinking. It's pathetic really but more sad than anything else. My dad is just crazy. He really is. I'm kind of scared of him now. I jumped on the public bus and finally got home.
My mom doesn't care about me anymore. All she cares about is her precious alcohol. I wonder what she'd do without it.

"Where have you been, you piece of trash?" my dad barked without moving.

"I went to look at that dump Lakehurst Junior High." I said calmly.

"Well trash belongs in a dump doesn't it?" he asked with is eyes still watching the tv.

"Oh!" I smiled. "So that's why you went there!" He flew towards me and I was on the ground before I could move a muscle. He kicked me a couple of time but his show came back on so he sat back down. I pulled myself back to my feet and went to find my mother.

She was on her bed so drunk she made Homer Simpson look sober. I greeted her with a nod her response was to throw a broken bottle at me. My dad came into the room and threw me on the floor right on the glass. I started to pull some glass out of my hand when he kicked me.

"Leave John alone." my mom slurred before passing out. To be fair I'm not sure if she passed out or went to sleep. My dad left the room and slammed the door. I cleaned up the glass and recycled it. I went to my room and was blasting some Eminem song. I laid down on my bed and I was wondering what would happen if I ran away. I closed my eyes and cursed meself silently for what I was about to do. I started to cry. The tears just kept flowing and flowing. I was exhausted and I ended up crying myself to sleep.

The next day I was pretty low all day and on the bus I saw someone I never thought I'd see again. Before my mom started drinking and before my dad used to hit my mom and me and before my dad was diagnosed with some mental disorder we used to live in a nice neighborhood. I used to have a huge crush on this girl but she was just too stuck up.I think her name was Emma. She recongnized me and even smiled but I just turned away I was having a shitty day and didn't want a blast from the past. She was with some short annoying comedian or at least a wanna be comedian. He came over and I was lecturing myself about my explosive temper.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" he asked. He has to be fucking kidding me. There is no way this little guy just came over to ask me why a dumb chicken crossed a dumb road.

"To get away from you." I said coldly. The boy frowned and then smiled.

"So you tell jokes too?" he asked.

"I wasn't joking," I said with a cold voice. "now get away from me!" The boy was persistent.It was like nothing else in life mattered except a chicken and a road to him. Finally my stop came and I stood up but this kid blocked my path.

"What?" I asked irritated. I normally would have pounded this kid a while ago but this bus driver would kick me off for a week if I did.

"Isn't this a rough neighborhood? Or should I say rough dump?" he asked.

"Well I live in this 'dump'. Yeah it is rough so don't come around." I said and pushed him out of my way. He looked at me with confusion. I just headed to my house.

The sun was starting to set really early. I lokked around my neighborhood and then I turned around and started running. I was appalled at where my legs were taking me to. I was running right to that girl Emma's house.