HEY JUST TO START THIS OFF. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THE IDEAS HAVE BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD FOR WEEKS NOW. YES I DO ACCEPT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND TIPS OR IDEAS, BUT ALSO KNOW THAT I HAVE A PLAN AND IF YOU DO SUBMIT ANY IDEAS OR WRITE ANY REVIEWS WITH AN IDEA, I MAY CHANGE IT UP A BIT. THAT IS IF I GET ONE OF THOSE. I STILL DON'T KNOW. I'M QUITE NEW TO THIS THING. OH YEAH AND RATTLER HIGH IS NOT REAL. IF IT IS, I DIDN'T HAVE ANY IDEA IT EXISTED. I DON'T OWN HOLES, SQUID/ALAN, CGL(CAMP GREEN LAKE), CONVERSE, ANY CLOTHING BRANDS OR ANY BRANDS REALLY, ETC. OH YEAH AND MOST OF THE LAST NAMES I USE ARE REAL, GOTTEN OFF A WEBSITE OF COMMON LAST NAMES AND THAT STUFF. MS BERK WAS GOING TO BE MS BELCHER FOR A FEW MINUTES. BELCHER IS A REAL LAST NAME IN GERMANY. I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST ANY NAME, SURNAME, OR ANY RACE, SO PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ANY POSSIBLE CRUEL THINGS LITERAL, BECAUSE MOST OF THE THINGS I SAY ARE JUST TO "FILL IN THE HOLES."
Who Said A Squid Can't Love?
SQUID'S POV:
Okay so, here we go again. Out of hell known as Camp Green Lake, but about to probably get into more at home with a drunken mother. That is, if she is home and not at a bar like usual. I don't know what it is. A drug that can make someone feel so good, yet the others around them so bad. Especially me being the one feeling bad. My real name's Alan but at CGL I was known as 'Squid,' one of the toughest guys you do not want to upset. I like marine animals, I want to go into Marine Biology when I'm in college, so maybe that's how the nickname started. I kind a like the name though. It suits me. I got into CGL because I skipped school a lot, broke into houses and stole loose change and soda cans, because my mother well, she was no help when it came to feeding me. Right now I need to finish my last two years of High school, and I'm seventeen and bigger than all the other kids and of course a lot tougher. This should be interesting.
BACK IN TOWN
SQUID'S POV: I remember these streets, I thought to myself. I walked down the streets, leaving the dingy, yellow-ish, rusted "school bus." I walked to the bad part of town. I found it. A single house, a one floor, creaky, old wooden house, that has the attic window boarded up. Yeah, that right there. That was my humble abode from which I packed not many clothes and left to Hell. I walked into the unfenced property and opened the door that didn't swing right on its hinges.
NARRATOR: It made a loud creaking noise and Alan's mother, asleep on the dirty couch, woke up. She looked him up and down. She then said, "Alan...?" she blinked her brown eyes and walked up, somewhat dizzy. She had just snapped out of her hangover from last night. She stared him down again and said, "You got so big... I got your letter. I forgive you," a well of tears started to bubble up in her eyes, "and I'm sorry to. I was never there for you. After you were three I started taking drugs and drinking to forget your father. I got so emotional I would take out all of my anger in love and in life, out on you." The tears burst out from her eyes that make this look like it was the first time she's felt regret. Regret other than making Alan. Alan slowly approached his mother, he was afraid she was going to smash an empty alcohol bottle on his head like it was all some big joke. Then very slowly, he pat her shoulder and she practically leaped into her son's arms. He held her in a hug and said, "I love you mom."
RATTLER HIGH
SQUID'S POV: I was walking on the campus one day. Mindin' my business. Everybody was staring at me. The seniors who knew me before I got sent to "Hell" were all staring at me. I kept walking and minding my business. The blond cheerleader captain who got held a year back and is still a junior because of it, stared at me to. Why was that? Why was I eye-candy now? I thought. I got a whole bunch of stares and purr's followed by winks from the girls and glares from the guys. I guess people want a bad boy, or want to be one. Well trust me (which if you knew my past it'll be hard to do), bad boys suck. When people think of you as bad, they blame you for their screw ups, and misbehaviour. I knew that was going to happen fast. That's why I'm going to keep moving on. My mom forgives me, she gave me a speech that I'd never thought I'd hear. Now all the detainees of CGL were sent home and back to school. I'm promising this to everybody, I know or once knew. I'll move on, and start fresh.
Here in Rattler High, its got a mascot I'm really familiar with. Rattlesnakes. Its in Texas, and its pretty much your average high school. Here you got your jocks, geeks, freaks, preps, 'bad boys' who seem to reel in a lot of desperate girls despite their terrible acting skills, bullies, loners, friendly students, teacher's pets, attitude students, girly girls, rebels, punks, nice guys, jerks, and cheerleaders. Well really, the list goes on and on. But when you think about it, its just an average school.
I walked inside the halls, I didn't have to move or make room for anybody. They all did for me in three seconds flat. More cat-calls from girls and angry glares from jocks, and one from that fake bad boy who was getting all the attention just about a minute ago. I looked to the left of the hallway. An innocent girl was being pushed against a locker by a dumb jock. She looked to be in my current grade, a short sophomore, with big dark brown eyes and small spectacles that rest on her small nose. She had long, shiny, straight hair that was charcoal black, and pale skin. She wasn't like the other girls no, she wore a green tank top and a loose, white button-down shirt over it, the top a bit open to show the tank. She wore slightly worn blue capris, and black converse. She had an hour glass figure but was still really thin, and her face with her small tiny lips (she didn't wear make up) and her short height, resembled a doll. A cute one. So she was cute, and actually was cute without dressing inappropriately. Now being brought into reality, she looks like a defenseless doll being assaulted by a jock who never learned how to treat women. Or toys. Yes, I'm a delinquent, and I take better care of girls than this guy does. And right now, I feel like stepping up to this jock and giving him a taste of his own violence. Plus, its a good way to go. Standing up for a girl who was being assaulted. I was here as a sophomore two years ago, and I know this school. The teachers don't do nothing. They sit around, and do their job. Which is teaching a whole bunch of teenagers materials for college coming up. Not breaking up a fight or an argument.
NARRATOR: The girl looked up at the jock, there was a look of horror across her face. She tried to squirm around and say as loud as she can with her soft voice (which is not very loud), "Let me go! Please!" She was too small, and no match for a jock whos been taking sports his whole life. He just shoved her harder into the lockers to get the message he wasn't finished yet.
"What's wrong, nerd? Not strong enough to fight back yet? Man, even all the girly girls are tougher than you!" the jock insulted, "Abbey, get a grip!" He banged her against the locker once more, till the halls grew rather quiet and the windows casted a shadow hovering above Abbey, the small sophomore who held her eyes shut tight and her jaw clenched to avoid any more incoming pain.
The shadow caused her to relax and open her eyes, she looked up to see a tall, brooding delinquent hovering over her, and a good few inches over the jock. Every one in the halls was staring at him to. He was chewing on a toothpick. He had straight white teeth and dark brown hair with brown eyes. He was tan and wore a white T-shirt with torn, worn-out jeans and black high-tops from converse. He leaned down closer to the jock and said with his southern drawl rolling his deep tough voice into a threat, "You better let her go." His long, sharp, ragged toothpick he whittled himself with a knife, almost poked the jock with its sharp end.
The jock rolled his eyes, "What happens if I don't?" he asked rather stupidly. The next second, Squid straightened up, flicked the toothpick hanging out of the left side of his mouth to the right side and decked him in the face, causing him to drop Abbey to the tile floor with a thud. The jock fell backwards and got up, and tried to swing back. Squid grabbed his hand and twisted it, then while the jock flinched in pain, Squid kicked him back in the stomach letting go of his hand, and making him fall back a few feet from where he last stood. The jock tried to get up. He finally realized he couldn't win this fight no matter how hard he tried. He got up unsteadily, and hobbled over to the nurse's office with a bloody nose, hurt hand and wrist, and a bruise on his stomach.
Abbey watched amazed, shocked and slightly scared at how this guy just took on the jock that always bullied her and made him go away, fearing his life. She looked up at Squid with a shocked expression that read, "Did you just beat that jerk to a pulp?!" Squid looked down at her and said in a calming tone, "Are ya' okay?" He bent down and held out his large hand compared to her small bony one.
She blinked and then said, "I'm fine now. Thanks so much uh... um... You look familiar. Were you a sophomore two years ago?"
"Yeah. I'm Alan, and I got sent to a juvenile correction facility two years ago as a sophomore. I'm supposed to be a senior now but, I missed two years so I gotta' make up these couple years. Yeah I'm two years older, but who honestly cares about age any more? There's a whole bunch of underage drinkers anyway." Alan said, trying to make a most normal conversation as possible.
"Agreed. I never liked drug addicts, especially underaged ones. My father drinks a lot... and I do mean a lot. Well I think all those times I thought I saw you around in previous years were true. I remember you. Now I'm a sophomore to. Well thanks a million Alan." Abbey smiled. She took Alan's large hand as he helped her up. Abbey was short, Squid was tall. She barely made it to his chest. She was weak, he was tough. She was brainy, and he was street-smart, but not exactly book-smart. Maybe opposites do attract? she thought to herself as her and Squid were making conversation.
"My mother drinks to. So your name is?" Squid asked, looking down at Abbey.
"Huh? Oh, sorry! My name's Abbey. But usually people call me that wimp, or that nerd." She said, her thoughts interrupted at Squid's question.
"Nice name. If you want you can call me Squid," he chuckled and then continued on with the conversation, "Who's homeroom are you in?"
"Squid? Eh alright. Well Squid, my homeroom is Berk." Abbey said, suppressing a giggle.
"Mine to. Want to walk there together? I'm still learning about half the school." He joked.
Abbey smiled and playfully nudged his shoulder. "I'd like that, Squid." She never made such an unlikely friend. Yet you could tell, she honestly was enjoying it.
AND SO THE TWO FRIENDS, ABBEY AND SQUID WALK TO HOMEROOM TOGETHER. THANK YOU FOR READING MY FIRST EVER CREATED CHAPTER!
