In The Best Interest--"Riley's Story"
Riley walked to his class. More like, half ran, half skipped, and walked when teachers gave him "the look" that he averaged about 20 timesa day. His friend, Kristyn, giggled besides him as they both trampled through the halls of Jonesboro Middle. Both were pale for Georgians, however it was because both were naturally, because both were out more than most kids combined.
Riley's hair (it was light a light brown/light orange) was spiked up, kind of naturally, with the help of a small amount of gel. Kristyn's dark brown hair was highlighted a deep blonde that commented her skin tone that was currently a litle more tanned than usual, as was Riley.
"Hey you goobers, quit!" Ms. Podralski, their language arts teacher, called after them laughingly. It was like that with them; both kids were so easily entertained and sweet that it was hard for a teacher to scold them, even lightly, although it happened often.
They split their ways, as Kristyn was in Mrs. Hall's homeroom and Riley was in Mrs. Bisch's...They didn't have any classes together because Riley had quit band (Kristyn wanted to) and Kristyn was in the advanced classes.
Riley bounced and wiggled his way out of trouble through the day,then headed home. It was cold, unsually cold for an April day. It was also raining onto him, although he was shorter than most children his age so his jacket covered most of him, while most kids were dodging home for cover.
Riley walked into his house and was warmly greeted by his dog, Zeus. His mom was laying on the couch. "Riley, can you bring me my meds?" she called. Riley put down his backpack and called back "Sure, ma," and got them.
It was one of their usual arguments, although it was more heated. "You are a baseball player; you are not going to wear that THING!" she yelled, her voice raising as Riley's hazel eyes pleaded. It was over his earring, the one she had allowed him to get but now not wear.
"Mom, you're the one who let me get it!" He whined. She sighed. "Riley!" and yanked the earring out. Riley held his ear in shock. "Damn you!" he screamed and ran out the house.
He was usually a carefree, happy, energetic little kid, but that didn't count the time he spent at home...He loved his mom, but things became to hard...
Riley walked to his class. More like, half ran, half skipped, and walked when teachers gave him "the look" that he averaged about 20 timesa day. His friend, Kristyn, giggled besides him as they both trampled through the halls of Jonesboro Middle. Both were pale for Georgians, however it was because both were naturally, because both were out more than most kids combined.
Riley's hair (it was light a light brown/light orange) was spiked up, kind of naturally, with the help of a small amount of gel. Kristyn's dark brown hair was highlighted a deep blonde that commented her skin tone that was currently a litle more tanned than usual, as was Riley.
"Hey you goobers, quit!" Ms. Podralski, their language arts teacher, called after them laughingly. It was like that with them; both kids were so easily entertained and sweet that it was hard for a teacher to scold them, even lightly, although it happened often.
They split their ways, as Kristyn was in Mrs. Hall's homeroom and Riley was in Mrs. Bisch's...They didn't have any classes together because Riley had quit band (Kristyn wanted to) and Kristyn was in the advanced classes.
Riley bounced and wiggled his way out of trouble through the day,then headed home. It was cold, unsually cold for an April day. It was also raining onto him, although he was shorter than most children his age so his jacket covered most of him, while most kids were dodging home for cover.
Riley walked into his house and was warmly greeted by his dog, Zeus. His mom was laying on the couch. "Riley, can you bring me my meds?" she called. Riley put down his backpack and called back "Sure, ma," and got them.
It was one of their usual arguments, although it was more heated. "You are a baseball player; you are not going to wear that THING!" she yelled, her voice raising as Riley's hazel eyes pleaded. It was over his earring, the one she had allowed him to get but now not wear.
"Mom, you're the one who let me get it!" He whined. She sighed. "Riley!" and yanked the earring out. Riley held his ear in shock. "Damn you!" he screamed and ran out the house.
He was usually a carefree, happy, energetic little kid, but that didn't count the time he spent at home...He loved his mom, but things became to hard...