Chapter 1
I trudged down the snow covered sidewalk of my town, kicking up the snow. I bent down and picked up a snowball. I threw it up into the air and hit it with my foot, covering my worn and tattered Jordans that I had gotten from my aunt Jessie for Christmas 3 years prior. My red camo backpack dragged behind me in the snow. Cold air blew threw the rips in the knees of my jeans.
I walked up to the Wonka Chocolate Factory gates. I held the bars like a prisoner would. I pulled off my backpack and zipped it open. I pulled out my old Babe Ruth signed baseball and threw it into the courtyard. It landed in the snow and rolled into the middle of the yard.
I found a bobby pin and picklocked the lock. The gate slowly open. I slid through and shuffled across the ground, the snow crunching under my feet. I retrieved my ball and continued to the door. I stood up to the towering twin doors. I knocked with my fist.
"Leave or you shall be killed." A voice boomed. I screamed and ran out the gates, pulling off my Hurley ball cap and ripping through the air. I sped home to the old shack on the hill just on the border of our small town. I walked through the door, greeted by my mother, father, grandparents, and my younger brother Charlie. He wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Hi Kaleigh, how was school?" My mother asked as I walked over to the couch. I sat beside my Grandma Georgina.
"Mom, just call me Kyle or something, and it was okay I guess." I said.
"What happened dearie?" Grandma Georgina asked.
"Nothing really, but I almost got a concussion." I said, rubbing my head.
"How on earth could you get a concussion at school?" Grandpa George asked.
"Oh, I got hit in dodgeball by Porter MacLeod." I said.
"I never liked that boy, ever since he'd stolen your lunch in the 1st grade." My father said, looking up from his newspaper. I curled next to Grandma and snuggled up into the blankets.
My mother kissed my forehead. "It'll get better, I promise." She whispered.
