Hey guys! I am so so sorry for the long wait for any of my stuff, but now that school is out for Christmas break, I am able to write a lot more.
Also, many of you have noticed that I took down Sleeping Quarters. STOP, BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT. I'm only going to revise it and make it with a bit more of a plot. My writing has matured a lot since the beginning of that story, so I thought I'd make it a more enjoyable story for you all to read. If you want a sneak peek, feel free to PM me or comment on this first chapter letting me know.
Thanks for all your support! Here's the first chapter of a new story I came up with (also with the characters from Kickin' It; I know I'm obsessed). Hope you all enjoy it ;) sorry it's short.
Jack woke with a start, only to realize his alarm had gone off 20 minutes ago. In a panic, he raced around his room throwing on clothes, not even looking at himself in the mirror before snatching an apple and running out to the bus stop. Not that he would've seen anything in the mirror that was new. He had the same moles on both cheeks, the same dorky bowl cut, and layers of fat on his stomach and chubby arms. That's why he wasn't surprised when everyone on the bus just stared at him as he made his way to the very back, where all the cool kids had cleared out long ago. They had all gotten their drivers' licenses to show exactly how ahead of the game they were, leaving either the freshmen or the other nerds on the bright yellow machine of unpopularity.
Not that Jack cared, of course.
Okay, so that was a lie. He cared very much, but no one was worrying about how the geek felt. In their minds, he was an unfortunate, misguided fluke of nature that needed to be reminded of it every single day of his miserable life. And miserable it was; the only way Jack got through each day was to think of what was ahead: college, and a way out of the hell-hole teachers liked to enthusiastically call "school". The worst tormentor was Kimberly Crawford. Sure, on the outside she looked like a goddess, but on the inside she was a complete witch. She was constantly flanked by her two minions, Erica and Grace, and all three of them never let him forget that his place was at the very bottom of the food chain, with the Shakespeare club nerds and the cafeterÃa ladies. Kim had golden blonde hair that curled naturally down her back, and smooth tan skin that shone under the sunlight. Her green eyes sparkled whenever she talked, even when she was listing all the things that were wrong with him. Jack-like every boy in the entire school-was spellbound when he met her, but after a few of their "conversations" where she insulted him, he came to hate the very ground she walked on.
And the very girl was the first person to see him on that fine Monday morning as she strutted into the courtyard toward him.
"God, Jack," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. "Did you get dressed in the dark?"
Jack looked down at himself. He had thrown on a blue plaid shirt and purple skinny jeans, which if they didn't clash enough together, were absolutely horrendous with his red converse. His cheeks flushed and he couldn't meet her eyes.
"Jack, I'm sure you didn't have any better clothes in your house," she simpered, leaning close and putting a hand on his arm. He didn't miss that when she pulled away, she wiped her hand on her shirt. "But then again, if there was no one to wear them, I'm sure no one would mind their disappearance. Maybe if you off-ed yourself now, it would save everyone a whole lot of trouble."
Jack clenched his teeth. He wanted to get angry, to defend himself, but he just felt like running away and crying. He was so ashamed of himself. Other people had begun to gather and were snickering at his fashion choices for that day.
Kim pretended to cover her mouth with one hand as if it was a secret between her and Jack. "Oh, and I think your zipper's down," she whispered, although it was pretty obvious she wanted everyone to hear the comment.
Jack looked around and saw all the other kids full-on laughing now, not even trying to hide their giggles.
"What an idiot."
"He should totally just kill himself."
"Look at his face. It's the color of, like, a potato."
"Do you mean a tomato?"
"Same difference."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The humiliation was just too much. Jack ran the way he came, not even bothering to look back at all his classmates. He felt the tears stream down his face as he pounded the concrete with his feet, running for half a mile before stopping to catch his breath. His sobs came out in wheezes and he walked the rest of the three miles to his house before collapsing into his confused mother's arms. He felt like such a crybaby, but he couldn't help it when the words came tumbling out of his mouth.
"Mom, I need to leave. I can't stay at that school anymore. Please let me get out."
Don't worry, that's just the depressing first chapter. I promise by tomorrow that I'll have another chapter up that's longer and less sad. I think this is going to be a pretty interesting story.
Love you all, and don't forget to comment, review, and follow! :*
-Kit Kat