1A/N: This is my first Scooby-Doo fanfiction. You don't need to be nice. Flame as mush as you'd like.
It's first told in the character's POV, and the rest isn't. Im' a pretty crappy writer to. So, turn back while you can. This is pretty bland also, so brace yourself.
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Im' sure if anyone heard this story, they's probably think I'd be joking. Even my friends. I think that they would find it unbelievable that I used to be nearly the opposite of how I am now. It's funny, sometimes, I find it hard to believe myself! And then sometimes I wonder how life would be for me if I hadn't changed; if I would still be struggling with the same conflicts I had back then. At times, just thinking that gets me uneasy.
"Look at this! What is this?" an angry woman in her late thirties grimaced at a piece of white paper in her hand. "Is this what you call 'doing well'?" she slammed the paper on the kitchen table startling her son. He looked up at her in disbelief. "Wow, what the hell, mom. I'm telling you, I did my best! I got all 80's in every subject!"
His mother scowled. "Dammit, Norville! How many times must I tell you? We want 100's. Your father and I want straight a's, and nothing less. Not this crap!" she angrily indicated to the white report card on the table. Norville rolled his eyes. He'd heard it all before. Even with good grades. He buried his head under his arms, as though he could protect himself from his mother's ranting. It was no use. His mother continued. "You're in 11th grade! How the hell will you get a scholarship with grades like these?! Next time you come back into this house with grades like these, you'll be wishing you weren't born!"
Soon Norville's mother's rants subsided, and were no more. She stomped out of the kitchen like an angry child, and Norville heard the bathroom door slam. He was able to hear his mother's faint sobbing moments later.'I don't have to fail school to wish for that..' he thought. He hated his mother's constant ranting, and complaining. His father was no better. All his parents cared about was their image in society. They had hoped that one day, all that they had done with Norville would pay off, and they could forget about their past problems. To norville, his parents seemed selfish. His father was incredibly strict with Norville's studies, just as Norville's mother was. Norville's father had died during his middle school days. Ever since then, his mother has been merciless with his studies, and skills. His father, and mother both made him feel worthless, in a way. He always put his maximum effort in to everything. It was seen as perfection into the eyes of many, but garbage to his parents. Norville was formed to be nearly a perfectionist in his skills, and academics. Sometimes, Norville felt it was nearly everything. He was always pushed to his limits. He participated in nearly every club of his high school, and attended many of his school-held activities. Wether he was sick, or not. His parents also forced him to learn numeral instruments, and develop several skills during his childhood. That was another thing which disappointed him. Each time he thought back. Unlike other children, Norville's childhood lacked affection, and was anything but pleasant. Everything was hectic and tense. He rarely got to play with other children, or ith any of the toys he owned. At times back then, Norville believed that his parents could care less about his emotional state, and what they put him through. Be began to think. Where was his say in this? He wondered how he had put up with such stress. He knew it was not immunity. Immunity was not the word.
Norville plopped onto his mattress, and tried his best to sleep. He needed a break. H e needed it to end. His entire life was work, which never seemed to be enough. As he closed his eyes, he made a silent prayer. He prayed for change. He wanted to end this hectic life-style before it took him over.
Well, that's it for chapter one. I hope you found it somewhat enjoyable. Sorry for taking the time out of your lives to read this. Oh! And I hope that no one is offended by him praying at the end. My apologias, just in case.
