Thanks for the reviews! Especially Sarah:) No it's not snowing right now in Atlanta, GA but it should start a "winter mix" tonight so *No school, no school*! I don't know hardlyt anyone by the names of my characters except Adam, and he's my bestfriend/crush, KRistin(from my other HG stories) is my name except it's spelled Kristyn, NIcole is my middle name, Miguel is my brother's name and Jamall is one of my friend's names. Thanks again for the reviews!!!!
Yes, the cliffhangers WILL be in the actual story:) This prequel is almost done!
MIGUEL'S STORY
Miguel put his hand through his gelled-up hair. It was spiky but he loved ruffling it. He had dark green eyes and he was Latino but he didn't have as dark skin as most of his friends that were also Latino. He was sitting in homeroom, but he was suppose to be in fourth period but the whole eighth grade had been sent to homeroom because counsler's were coming around talking about life in general, going to high school (even though it was only February) and school. The counsler-Ms. Grahm-was currently in his class, except he was bored out of his mind.
Ms. Grahm was talking about how "you all can come to one of the counslers or teachers or even the police around the school if life gets tough, or you have a secret that's eddangering someone". Miguel rolled his eyes at this and put his chair on the last 2 legs of the chair and tried to balance. He sat in the very back, right next to his teachers-Mr. Hall-desk. Mr. Hall was sitting next to him on the floor cutting out things to go outside the door. "Miguel, put your chair on all fours and give Ms. Grahm the respect she deserves!" Mr. Hall whispered fiercely. "I guess you don't want me to give any to her at all that!" Miguel whispered back. Willie and Amber, other kids who sat in the back, laughed at that. Ms. Grahm was MEAN. "Miguel, pay attention," Mr Hall said, but he was also biting back a smile. Mr. Hall was cool. Even he got in trouble with Ms. Grahm for goofing off. And he was young-REAL young. He couldn't have been more than 21 and he had gone to college a year younger
than most kids. But even though he was young, nice and cool, you shouldn't push your luck with him.
Miguel, after a few minutes, continued to lean back in his chair, though. Suddenly the legs gave out and he flew back and his head landed in Mr. Hall's lap. The kids all gasped because they didn't know whether or not he was okay but Miguel immidiately said, "Um, hi Mr. Hall. Just wanted to drop in and say hi," with a grin. Mr. Hall rolled his eyes and Miguel jumped up. "Sorry about that. Dropping in, I guess, isn't the latest way to say hi with teachers. Even with cool, NICE, LENIANT teachers like yourself. Right Mr. Hall?" Miguel asked with a hopeful smile.
***10 minutes later***
MIguel moped in the hard wooden chair in the principal's office and looked to the side. Still carved there was his name "Miguel P." He would've finished, but he knew there was another MIguel P. in the school-Miguel Pedden- so he wouldn't the only suspect. He grinned in satisfaction and looked up just in time to face Mr. Norris-the principal. "Not again, Miguel," Mr. Norris said, taking the write-up that MIguel held. "Nope. No fights..I just dropped in to say hi to a teacher and he went berserk," Miguel said innocently. "Sure," Mr. Norris muttered and motioned for Miguel to follow him into his office.
"C'mon Mr. Norris! You can't give me ISS (a/n: In School Suspension) my aunt will MURDER me! This is like the 5th time this year!" Miguel pleaded. "Sorry, Miguel. You need to start behaving then. Give this to a guardian and give it to Mr. Pierce (the ISS supervisor) tomorrow," Mr. Norris said and handed a form to Miguel.
***At home***
"You got another one??!!" Miguel's Aunt Cecelia screamed at him, slapping him across the face as hard as she could. "It wasn't my faulght I was just-" MIguel tried to defend himself but she cut him off with another hard slap. "You shut up!!!" She screamed and grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the laundry room. He tried to fight her off, knowing his siblings-Michael and Mitchell, 11, Danielle, 8, Renee, 4, and Christofer, 4 months-were all watching. He was the only one with a Spanish name and he was named after his Grandfather, who had died just a month before his birthday. He was mixed, which was why he was so light. His dad was white and his mom was Mexican and his Aunt Cecelia was his dad's sister.
"Mikey, Mitch, Dani, Renee get Chris and to to your rooms NOW!" He screamed at them and he heard stampedes of feet running up the stairs. As usual, their parents were working and their Aunt Cecelia was drunk-this scared all the kids but Miguel. He knew/thought he could take her. "SHut up!" She screamed at him and he quickly obeyed. She shoved him into the laundry room. "get the broom and wait in the garage!" She ordered and stomped to her little fridge that only she had a key to-to get more beer. She grabbed a can and noticed he was still standing there. "GO!" She barked and he scampered down the stairs and sat on the bottom steps. He heard the garage door open and he jumped up and cowered to the wall as far as possible. SHe stomped over to him and grabbed the broom. "Get on your damn knees!" She hollered. He struggled back tears but did as he was told. She brought the broom over his bottom and lower back many times and his screams of pain sounded out the sickening THWACK
the broom made. Finally she stomped and yanked him up by the neck. "You do anything else bad in school and see what I do. The second part of your punishment will come later. Your parentswill not be back until tomorrow," She said with a triumphiant smirk.
Crying he ran up the stairs and ran into Danielle, who looked at him with tears in her eyes. He hugged her. "Please tell daddy and mom," SHe whispered hoarsly. "NO! Do you know she will do?" He yelled at her. "But Miguel..." She started. "Dani, it's okay. I'll be fine," He told her and she looked at him again and slowly walked off. He walked into his room and examined his marks on his back. Not as bad as they were last time, he thought.
He layed down on his bed-on his stomach-and soon fell asleep. INto a world of no Aunt Cecelia, no brooms, no beer, no "punishments" and no...reality.
Yes, the cliffhangers WILL be in the actual story:) This prequel is almost done!
MIGUEL'S STORY
Miguel put his hand through his gelled-up hair. It was spiky but he loved ruffling it. He had dark green eyes and he was Latino but he didn't have as dark skin as most of his friends that were also Latino. He was sitting in homeroom, but he was suppose to be in fourth period but the whole eighth grade had been sent to homeroom because counsler's were coming around talking about life in general, going to high school (even though it was only February) and school. The counsler-Ms. Grahm-was currently in his class, except he was bored out of his mind.
Ms. Grahm was talking about how "you all can come to one of the counslers or teachers or even the police around the school if life gets tough, or you have a secret that's eddangering someone". Miguel rolled his eyes at this and put his chair on the last 2 legs of the chair and tried to balance. He sat in the very back, right next to his teachers-Mr. Hall-desk. Mr. Hall was sitting next to him on the floor cutting out things to go outside the door. "Miguel, put your chair on all fours and give Ms. Grahm the respect she deserves!" Mr. Hall whispered fiercely. "I guess you don't want me to give any to her at all that!" Miguel whispered back. Willie and Amber, other kids who sat in the back, laughed at that. Ms. Grahm was MEAN. "Miguel, pay attention," Mr Hall said, but he was also biting back a smile. Mr. Hall was cool. Even he got in trouble with Ms. Grahm for goofing off. And he was young-REAL young. He couldn't have been more than 21 and he had gone to college a year younger
than most kids. But even though he was young, nice and cool, you shouldn't push your luck with him.
Miguel, after a few minutes, continued to lean back in his chair, though. Suddenly the legs gave out and he flew back and his head landed in Mr. Hall's lap. The kids all gasped because they didn't know whether or not he was okay but Miguel immidiately said, "Um, hi Mr. Hall. Just wanted to drop in and say hi," with a grin. Mr. Hall rolled his eyes and Miguel jumped up. "Sorry about that. Dropping in, I guess, isn't the latest way to say hi with teachers. Even with cool, NICE, LENIANT teachers like yourself. Right Mr. Hall?" Miguel asked with a hopeful smile.
***10 minutes later***
MIguel moped in the hard wooden chair in the principal's office and looked to the side. Still carved there was his name "Miguel P." He would've finished, but he knew there was another MIguel P. in the school-Miguel Pedden- so he wouldn't the only suspect. He grinned in satisfaction and looked up just in time to face Mr. Norris-the principal. "Not again, Miguel," Mr. Norris said, taking the write-up that MIguel held. "Nope. No fights..I just dropped in to say hi to a teacher and he went berserk," Miguel said innocently. "Sure," Mr. Norris muttered and motioned for Miguel to follow him into his office.
"C'mon Mr. Norris! You can't give me ISS (a/n: In School Suspension) my aunt will MURDER me! This is like the 5th time this year!" Miguel pleaded. "Sorry, Miguel. You need to start behaving then. Give this to a guardian and give it to Mr. Pierce (the ISS supervisor) tomorrow," Mr. Norris said and handed a form to Miguel.
***At home***
"You got another one??!!" Miguel's Aunt Cecelia screamed at him, slapping him across the face as hard as she could. "It wasn't my faulght I was just-" MIguel tried to defend himself but she cut him off with another hard slap. "You shut up!!!" She screamed and grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the laundry room. He tried to fight her off, knowing his siblings-Michael and Mitchell, 11, Danielle, 8, Renee, 4, and Christofer, 4 months-were all watching. He was the only one with a Spanish name and he was named after his Grandfather, who had died just a month before his birthday. He was mixed, which was why he was so light. His dad was white and his mom was Mexican and his Aunt Cecelia was his dad's sister.
"Mikey, Mitch, Dani, Renee get Chris and to to your rooms NOW!" He screamed at them and he heard stampedes of feet running up the stairs. As usual, their parents were working and their Aunt Cecelia was drunk-this scared all the kids but Miguel. He knew/thought he could take her. "SHut up!" She screamed at him and he quickly obeyed. She shoved him into the laundry room. "get the broom and wait in the garage!" She ordered and stomped to her little fridge that only she had a key to-to get more beer. She grabbed a can and noticed he was still standing there. "GO!" She barked and he scampered down the stairs and sat on the bottom steps. He heard the garage door open and he jumped up and cowered to the wall as far as possible. SHe stomped over to him and grabbed the broom. "Get on your damn knees!" She hollered. He struggled back tears but did as he was told. She brought the broom over his bottom and lower back many times and his screams of pain sounded out the sickening THWACK
the broom made. Finally she stomped and yanked him up by the neck. "You do anything else bad in school and see what I do. The second part of your punishment will come later. Your parentswill not be back until tomorrow," She said with a triumphiant smirk.
Crying he ran up the stairs and ran into Danielle, who looked at him with tears in her eyes. He hugged her. "Please tell daddy and mom," SHe whispered hoarsly. "NO! Do you know she will do?" He yelled at her. "But Miguel..." She started. "Dani, it's okay. I'll be fine," He told her and she looked at him again and slowly walked off. He walked into his room and examined his marks on his back. Not as bad as they were last time, he thought.
He layed down on his bed-on his stomach-and soon fell asleep. INto a world of no Aunt Cecelia, no brooms, no beer, no "punishments" and no...reality.