Hey people I am back with chapter 2. It shows what has led up to what Jazz
did. R&R please.
Chap 2
So it was summer. I hung out with my friends did swim team. And watched TV. Before I even noticed it was time for school and well I didn't want to go back. I had nightmares that would be pushed down by all my friends and then they would walk off into this fog and disappear and I would be left to die with none of my friends at all, but then Tyson would always come back and help me up. That's when I figured out that he was my best friend and always would be. It was a little better in seventh grade we got to go to dances but they all sucked. Like I said I was an outsider. I started hanging out with this one girl I fitted in with a little more but still not that much. Her name was Beth she was shorter than me and had brown hair cut around shoulder length. She was a little annoying though. At our brakes in between classes (in other words recess) Beth and I would play basketball. Of course since the guy thought they were better they would always take the better hoop from us and we would be forced to play on the bent hoop (which a car had run into) with the bitch group of girls. Finally I was able to talk my friend into standing up to the guys, but it was hard because she cared about what other people thought of her. The guys started making fun of us all of this was toward the middle of the school year. This is when my trouble really started. I finally got fed up with it so at first I egged the guys who were making fun of us houses. When I was doing the egging it was like an adrenalin rush, and I liked how that felt. So I started doing other bad things. First I started out small like going on privet property and vandalizing. Then I moved on to shop lifting. I started fight and won most of them. I finally got fed up with being made fun of so on the last day of school I jumped the mane guy that did it. Of course I got caught. I was tried but I just ended up doing community service. Weird punishment for beating a guy up huh? What I did was just killing my mom and I couldn't live with that so I tried suicide. I wimped out. Then something happened that let me escape from my guilt but killed my heart. My mom was murdered by someone who was trying to rob us they caught the person though. She took to shots to the head. My dad wasn't as attentive anymore and I was able to do what ever I wanted. Plus he was barely ever home because of work. I got caught up in a gang. We did little things not much but then one night we had a gang fight, and I have been running from that night since.
What you think? R&R please.
Chap 2
So it was summer. I hung out with my friends did swim team. And watched TV. Before I even noticed it was time for school and well I didn't want to go back. I had nightmares that would be pushed down by all my friends and then they would walk off into this fog and disappear and I would be left to die with none of my friends at all, but then Tyson would always come back and help me up. That's when I figured out that he was my best friend and always would be. It was a little better in seventh grade we got to go to dances but they all sucked. Like I said I was an outsider. I started hanging out with this one girl I fitted in with a little more but still not that much. Her name was Beth she was shorter than me and had brown hair cut around shoulder length. She was a little annoying though. At our brakes in between classes (in other words recess) Beth and I would play basketball. Of course since the guy thought they were better they would always take the better hoop from us and we would be forced to play on the bent hoop (which a car had run into) with the bitch group of girls. Finally I was able to talk my friend into standing up to the guys, but it was hard because she cared about what other people thought of her. The guys started making fun of us all of this was toward the middle of the school year. This is when my trouble really started. I finally got fed up with it so at first I egged the guys who were making fun of us houses. When I was doing the egging it was like an adrenalin rush, and I liked how that felt. So I started doing other bad things. First I started out small like going on privet property and vandalizing. Then I moved on to shop lifting. I started fight and won most of them. I finally got fed up with being made fun of so on the last day of school I jumped the mane guy that did it. Of course I got caught. I was tried but I just ended up doing community service. Weird punishment for beating a guy up huh? What I did was just killing my mom and I couldn't live with that so I tried suicide. I wimped out. Then something happened that let me escape from my guilt but killed my heart. My mom was murdered by someone who was trying to rob us they caught the person though. She took to shots to the head. My dad wasn't as attentive anymore and I was able to do what ever I wanted. Plus he was barely ever home because of work. I got caught up in a gang. We did little things not much but then one night we had a gang fight, and I have been running from that night since.
What you think? R&R please.
