Nicole's Story
Nicole is TWELVE not eleven like I said in the other part
"This is my friend, y'all!" Nicole Berfield said as she swung her arm around Quinton, a sixth grader that she shared her assigned seat with, second seat to the back of the bus. Seat 21, although she always use to sit in seat 23. At the site of Nicole with her arm around Quinton a prejiduce girl that sat 4 seats in front of them scoffed and gave a look of disgust. Quinton was African American and Nicole was white.
But they ignored her, mainly because last time they had gotten into it Nicole had been suspended from the bus for a while. But a girly voice from the back piped up, "No, he's your BOY friend," It was Ben Pierce, another sixth grader. He was hated by most kids, and it was a wonder why he sat in the back considering they just got into fights every day. Ben slicked his hair down with some kind of (stinky) gel. He didn't believe in God, but Nicole didn't have a problem with that because "that was his loss" and more so he worshipped the devil. He claimed he was gothic, yet he owned 3 pieces of black clothing and he wears them almost every day. To him, gothic meant favorite color has to be black, has to wear all black, has to worship the devil, and has to be freaky. Of course this wasn't true.
Nicole felt her anger boil up. No! Not again! She told herself, trying to keep it under control. She looked at Brittany Skidmore who sat across from her. Brittany was a good friend of hers and an eighth grader. Besides her sat a sixth-grader, also Nicole's friend, Niomi Lynch. Behind them sat Joshua Hall and Jarvis Harper. "Shut up, Ben," Nicole said lamely and went back to talking to Quinton and her friends. She was the funny kid of the back of the bus, even though she was who you'd least expect it. She was overweight, and most kids like her sat at the front and were nobodies. "You did NOT just tell me to shut up!" Ben exclaimed, talking a bunch of other garbage until he shut up with "Don't tell me to shut up because I don't comprehend that!" Then Nicole turned around with an amused face. "It's not that you don't comprehend, Ben, it's that you CAN'T comprehend. Get it right!" She said and the back of the bus erupted into laughs and taunts aimed at Ben, although Nicole hadn't meant to be funny.
THe bus ride was mainly loud fits of giggles from the back and Nicole and Ben having more verbal fights. Kristin then got off the bus and when the bus was out of site she kicked the curb as hard as she could. "What's wrong with you?" Her cousin/one of her best friends Brittany Shipp asked. "Nothing," She mumbled. It was something but she didn't know.
They walked to their houses and as Brittany reached hers, which was 3 houses down from Nicole. "Well. bye, see ya," Brittany said and went to her house where her older brother JP (Stands for Jean Paul but he didn't really like that name-he was a senior) stood waiting for her since she had the key. "Hey, JP," Nicole called, waving and got a head-nod from her cousin as Brittany ran to her brother.
Nicole sighed. She walked into her house and was met by her mixed chiahua and dashound, Mija. She picked her up with a 'hmph' and let her lick her face. "Hey Mija (pronounced Mysha), you're getting fat, eh girl? Guess I can relate to that. You're one spoiled little bit-" She started but stopped when her mother walked towards her. "Hey, how was school?" She asked and Nicole shrugged. Her mom hadn't remembered it had been the school wide spelling bee and she had won second place. "Oh, that's good. I've got to go to work, but I'm off tomorrow and we can spend a little time together, okay? Tell Richard to order some pizza or to cook something simple and please do some laundry. If you'll do not start doing your chores I'm going to get your dad to beat your asses," Her mom said and walked out the door. Nicole rolled her eyes. "Spend a little time together", to her mom, never meant anything. It's not like her other siblings-Richard, 17, Jordan, 8, and Taryn, 7 ever had many chores. Her brother paid her to do the kitchen yet rarely did his one chore-the kids bathroom. Jordan and Taryn had do clean up the half-bathroom downstairs and the living room. Yet to them cleaning up the little bathroom meant throwing the stuff under the sink, and they neverdid the living room, so basically Nicole ended up cleaning the entire house.
Nicole was greeted as she walked into the kitchen with a slap on the back from her brother. "What's wrong with you?" "NOthing! And don't hit me you dumb ass!" She screamed at him, cowering away from him. "Ooh I'm telling mom!" He said in a high, annoying voice. She pushed him hard and turned around the stomp to her room.
She picked up her diary and started writing in it.
Gosh why am I so angry? I've thought about telling mom, about cutting and about feeling like I want to kill someone, but I can't. Right now I'm carving something into my arm with that little sharp gold thingie. I don't know what it's called. I don't know what I'm carving either.
Suddenly Nicole's dad appeared at her door. Or, her stepdad, but she calls him dad. Her real dad lives in Minnesota with her stepmother and stepbrother Dylan, 4. "Did you have a glass in my computer room?" He demanded. She shook her head and continued to write in her diary. "Don't lie! Jordan said you went in there with one yesterday!" He yelled at her. Nicole shrugged. He had just gotten back from a trip that he had left for while she was at school yesterday and referring to when somebody spilled tea all over his room-including a Certifacate of Authientifcy (How the he** do you spell that?) "I didn't. But I guess since Jordan and Taryn are your darling daughters of course you'd believe them, right?" She sneered and then mentally kicked herself for that.
"You need to stop with the attitude, Nicole!" He yelled at her and stomped downstairs. She slammed her door and then threw her diary at the door. She picked up the 'gold thingie' and slowly dragged it across her arm, bearing down.
She turned up her music as loud as possible, all her anger coming up to the surface. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! GO TO HELL!" She screamed to no one in particuliar as she pounded on her pillow and bed. Finally she fell asleep.
So, like it? Hate it? SUggestions? Flames? Don't you dare...
Newayz, I hope I got the message across that Nicole is one angry little girl. Sorry If I put "Kristin" at all in place of her name, I checked it but maybe I missed one or two. I kinda have my others stories in my mind right now.
Nicole is TWELVE not eleven like I said in the other part
"This is my friend, y'all!" Nicole Berfield said as she swung her arm around Quinton, a sixth grader that she shared her assigned seat with, second seat to the back of the bus. Seat 21, although she always use to sit in seat 23. At the site of Nicole with her arm around Quinton a prejiduce girl that sat 4 seats in front of them scoffed and gave a look of disgust. Quinton was African American and Nicole was white.
But they ignored her, mainly because last time they had gotten into it Nicole had been suspended from the bus for a while. But a girly voice from the back piped up, "No, he's your BOY friend," It was Ben Pierce, another sixth grader. He was hated by most kids, and it was a wonder why he sat in the back considering they just got into fights every day. Ben slicked his hair down with some kind of (stinky) gel. He didn't believe in God, but Nicole didn't have a problem with that because "that was his loss" and more so he worshipped the devil. He claimed he was gothic, yet he owned 3 pieces of black clothing and he wears them almost every day. To him, gothic meant favorite color has to be black, has to wear all black, has to worship the devil, and has to be freaky. Of course this wasn't true.
Nicole felt her anger boil up. No! Not again! She told herself, trying to keep it under control. She looked at Brittany Skidmore who sat across from her. Brittany was a good friend of hers and an eighth grader. Besides her sat a sixth-grader, also Nicole's friend, Niomi Lynch. Behind them sat Joshua Hall and Jarvis Harper. "Shut up, Ben," Nicole said lamely and went back to talking to Quinton and her friends. She was the funny kid of the back of the bus, even though she was who you'd least expect it. She was overweight, and most kids like her sat at the front and were nobodies. "You did NOT just tell me to shut up!" Ben exclaimed, talking a bunch of other garbage until he shut up with "Don't tell me to shut up because I don't comprehend that!" Then Nicole turned around with an amused face. "It's not that you don't comprehend, Ben, it's that you CAN'T comprehend. Get it right!" She said and the back of the bus erupted into laughs and taunts aimed at Ben, although Nicole hadn't meant to be funny.
THe bus ride was mainly loud fits of giggles from the back and Nicole and Ben having more verbal fights. Kristin then got off the bus and when the bus was out of site she kicked the curb as hard as she could. "What's wrong with you?" Her cousin/one of her best friends Brittany Shipp asked. "Nothing," She mumbled. It was something but she didn't know.
They walked to their houses and as Brittany reached hers, which was 3 houses down from Nicole. "Well. bye, see ya," Brittany said and went to her house where her older brother JP (Stands for Jean Paul but he didn't really like that name-he was a senior) stood waiting for her since she had the key. "Hey, JP," Nicole called, waving and got a head-nod from her cousin as Brittany ran to her brother.
Nicole sighed. She walked into her house and was met by her mixed chiahua and dashound, Mija. She picked her up with a 'hmph' and let her lick her face. "Hey Mija (pronounced Mysha), you're getting fat, eh girl? Guess I can relate to that. You're one spoiled little bit-" She started but stopped when her mother walked towards her. "Hey, how was school?" She asked and Nicole shrugged. Her mom hadn't remembered it had been the school wide spelling bee and she had won second place. "Oh, that's good. I've got to go to work, but I'm off tomorrow and we can spend a little time together, okay? Tell Richard to order some pizza or to cook something simple and please do some laundry. If you'll do not start doing your chores I'm going to get your dad to beat your asses," Her mom said and walked out the door. Nicole rolled her eyes. "Spend a little time together", to her mom, never meant anything. It's not like her other siblings-Richard, 17, Jordan, 8, and Taryn, 7 ever had many chores. Her brother paid her to do the kitchen yet rarely did his one chore-the kids bathroom. Jordan and Taryn had do clean up the half-bathroom downstairs and the living room. Yet to them cleaning up the little bathroom meant throwing the stuff under the sink, and they neverdid the living room, so basically Nicole ended up cleaning the entire house.
Nicole was greeted as she walked into the kitchen with a slap on the back from her brother. "What's wrong with you?" "NOthing! And don't hit me you dumb ass!" She screamed at him, cowering away from him. "Ooh I'm telling mom!" He said in a high, annoying voice. She pushed him hard and turned around the stomp to her room.
She picked up her diary and started writing in it.
Gosh why am I so angry? I've thought about telling mom, about cutting and about feeling like I want to kill someone, but I can't. Right now I'm carving something into my arm with that little sharp gold thingie. I don't know what it's called. I don't know what I'm carving either.
Suddenly Nicole's dad appeared at her door. Or, her stepdad, but she calls him dad. Her real dad lives in Minnesota with her stepmother and stepbrother Dylan, 4. "Did you have a glass in my computer room?" He demanded. She shook her head and continued to write in her diary. "Don't lie! Jordan said you went in there with one yesterday!" He yelled at her. Nicole shrugged. He had just gotten back from a trip that he had left for while she was at school yesterday and referring to when somebody spilled tea all over his room-including a Certifacate of Authientifcy (How the he** do you spell that?) "I didn't. But I guess since Jordan and Taryn are your darling daughters of course you'd believe them, right?" She sneered and then mentally kicked herself for that.
"You need to stop with the attitude, Nicole!" He yelled at her and stomped downstairs. She slammed her door and then threw her diary at the door. She picked up the 'gold thingie' and slowly dragged it across her arm, bearing down.
She turned up her music as loud as possible, all her anger coming up to the surface. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! GO TO HELL!" She screamed to no one in particuliar as she pounded on her pillow and bed. Finally she fell asleep.
So, like it? Hate it? SUggestions? Flames? Don't you dare...
Newayz, I hope I got the message across that Nicole is one angry little girl. Sorry If I put "Kristin" at all in place of her name, I checked it but maybe I missed one or two. I kinda have my others stories in my mind right now.