Here's the second chapter. Thanks, all you guys liked the story, so I will continue it. This will be a short story, with only 7 chapters. And this will be a short chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own MR.
The next day, after I had taken another good beating, I once again fled to the park, hoping to find Jeb. My wished were answered, or prayers, or whatever you want to call it. I sat down next to him, and we started talking.
"Hi. Fancy seeing you again." I said.
"You too." Jeb answered. "Want to eat again?"
"Sure, I was a bit hungry. Where do you want to eat?"
"McDonald's Ok?" Jeb asked.
"Sure, why not?"
We walked to the nearest McDonald's, which around the corner. I ordered three Big Mac's. While I was chomping down my food, Jeb watched me eat. I answered his unasked question.
"I have a fast metabolism, which is why I can eat this much and not get fat. And I don't get a lot to eat at home." I told him.
"I could bring some food over, if you want." He offered.
"No, no, it's just that umm… my parents… don't like to have people over?" I said. Jeb would hit me even more if he found out I was socializing. Jeb looked at me weirdly, as if he knew I was lying, but let it go.
"I can help you, if you want."
"No thanks. I'm fine." I responded. As we got up to leave, I almost fell down because of the kick Aaron had given me in the leg.
"Are you OK? I can get you help, if you want." Jeb said, helping me up.
"No thanks, I just got a bit light-headed there. I'm fine now." I refused.
As I was walking home, I realized something. Jeb had offered me something no one else ever had, and I had been forced to refuse it. Help.
I know, I know, it's too short, but in my defense, I have limited "computer time", and I have two stories to update. So Ha! No but really, the next chapters will be longer.
-ACCflock ;)