Chapter 1: Begginings
I stood at my locker talking to my friend, Josh Leblanc, when I caught a glance at someone.
Someone (or I should say something) that disturbed me and overall the entire school. That someone was a kid in 8th grade that always wore dark hoodie, grey jeans, and was always getting in trouble. That kid had major anger issues. One time I saw him bash some guy's head into a locker, and leave school. He was one psychopath I would not want to piss off. I truly believed that that kid was a demon straight-out-of hell. He came off as the emo, gothic kid, a punk who was best not screwed with. Josh also saw him. He instantly stopped talking about the latest video games, and froze up at the sight of him.
"Skyler, it's that kid, the psycho who bashed in Jacob Jenkins' into the locker last month!" Josh was whispering to me.
"Yeah, what's his name again?" I asked. For some reason he interested me. I don't know what it was, but something about him just attracted me (and no, not in a gay way.)
"That freak's name is Kyle. I used to know him, before he went all crazy."
"Why'd he go all crazy, emo kid?" Josh shrugged at my question.
"I don't know. Last time I talked to him, he told me to 'go away before I kill you.'" I couldn't help but wonder why he just changed personalities. From what Josh has told me, Kyle used to be a jokey, fun guy to hang with. But I guess some people just change.
The next few periods went by fast, and before I knew it, the last bell rang. I went to my locker, packed my things, and then walked down the hallway out to the walkway. I was on my way to the bus lanes, but came to quite the stop. I had just run into the toughest guy in school, Kyle. I was close to near panic. When he turned around, I thought to myself: Run! Get out of there, before you get pummeled. I was petrified with fear.
"Why'd you walk into me, punk?" Kyle growled the words.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking! It won't happen again! Please, don't hurt me!" I pleaded.
"Don't let it happen again. I am not the most forgiving person." Kyle then pushed me out of his way, and walked off. I had a panic attack, adrenaline pumping through me; I scurried off to my bus. That bus ride, I listened to my iPod the whole time. I loved Eminem's songs. He was my favorite rapper, and his music helped me clear my head (or the opposite.) The bus ride was finally over when I came to my stop. My neighborhood was called Regent Place, and was connected to several other neighborhoods by the woods, streets, and other paths. I began to walk down the street to my house; I lived on the first house to the right. I hurried home (still a little shocked about my encounter with Kyle.) When I inserted my key into the door, I stepped in, and went directly upstairs (also grabbing a soda from the pantry.) Nobody was home at my house, and it would be that way for at least another hour. I went upstairs to my room, and set down my bag. I flopped down on my futon. I sat there just watching TV. Then I got bored, and went outside. Since I lived by the woods, I always went there. It was a nice, eluded area where I could be at peace. I felt secure in nature, and even somewhat at home. I had walked up the hill, up to the entrance of the woods. It had only been awhile since I lived here, but I knew the woods inside and out. The woods had a path that lead to the other neighborhood. There was a wooden bridge connecting the neighborhoods. That was my destination. It took me only 2 minutes to arrive (after all, I did know all the routes and shortcuts.) The woods were empty right now. I was sitting down at the bridge looking down at the temporary stream below me. Then I heard something to the left of me, up in the crowded tree area that I hide during outdoor games. I looked over, and saw nothing through the tree-line. I looked closer, more intently, yet I still couldn't see anything. It had also seemed that the rustling noise had stopped. Then it burst out. It was all a blur; something came at me with blinding speed. It was incredible. I was slammed down flat onto the bridge. The impact of my spine and the wood was not a pleasant one.