"So Jay did you like stricken?" I looked over at him and he had the 'oh no you saw me' face on. "Yeah I felt …..Free!" Everyone looked at him weird. "Over share!" Joey shouted. I looked at Chris and he was sitting in the corner fighting with Charlie over something stupid. Chris had a bad family life I felt bad for him. He always had a black eye or bruised body. Once it was so bad from a beating from his parents that his arm broke.
He was the cutest guy in the group, he had dirty blonde hair almost a light blonde mixed with a light brown, he had light blue eyes most gorgeous around the whole town of CaveSide, He also had an amazing tan that I was so jealous of. I myself hated my life, except for my friends.
My mom was a hoe and she loved to sleep around with anyone she can get her hands on. When she was fifteen she was at a party and got drugged up and got raped. My grandparents disowned her and sent her down her with my great aunt Pearl. She partied more and got drunk, then she had me. She named Melanie René Tempest. She contacted the man who was my father who was in jail for several offences and told him it was a little girl and wanted his opinion on my name. Why she did that I have no idea, but I was named after my fathers lover. My mom really took care of me and herself when I was a baby, but then as I got older she took her stress out on me, she beat me all the time. I have learned how to avoid her by staying outside on the porch or coming to the tree house with the excuse that she was sleeping with the milkman again and I didn't want to hear it. Everyone says I look like my mom, except for the curls in my hair, I had blonde hair all the way down to my butt when it's a little wet or humid. When it's dried and then curled all the way up to my shoulders and stuck there. My eyes where a mix between green and blue they changed all the time, once they changed to two different colors, one was green, the other bright blue. My mom slapped me around that day so it didn't matter my green eye was swollen shut. I felt a tear coming down just thinking about my bitch mother. I looked away and out the window, to see two pretty straight haired girls in their pink lacey dresses riding around the street screaming, "Hey boys come out and play!" They always liked Chris, Charlie, Russ, and Jay for some odd reason. Their names were Courtney and Susan. "Hey Bitch priss, whatcha doing today your mother?" yelled Chris out the window, quickly bringing his head in the window so they wouldn't see him. "Christopher….. You shit head come and fight like a man." Even though I said they wore pink dresses I never said they talked girly.
They say years later that people envied what we had, and that the people who made fun of us and the people who beat us up, really loved us. "Hey ya'll it's almost noon I got to go help with the brats." said Russ looking nervously at his wrist watch and then he would look out the window to see if the rain was coming. He opened the little square door and walked out. We all looked out the window and sang our club song to him as he waved good-bye and flicked us off a couple of times. Then everyone followed in his footsteps, Except Chris and I. Chris ran to the door and latched it. "So none can ever get in!" he said as he looked at me with a devious smile. He got up and took a pen from behind his ear. "So you gonna go home tonight or is Rachael with the milk man again?" "Yeah that's it ,Chris." I just looked down at the ground and I could tell he was looking at me. "What? What ya hiding." he said looking up from writing his journal. "Chris, you know I've had black eyes before right!" "Yeah." "Well" I stopped I never told anyone what my mom did when she was drunk, it was embarrassing. "Well what?" He stood up with a little concern. "Well she kinda beats me a little." That was mostly a lie she beat me all the time. My mother hated me. He came over and sat with me on the hammock. "I know how you feel." Then for the first time I was in the same kind of pain he was in. We talked for a long time it was about eleven or so. "Hey ,Chris?" "Yeah?" he said looking me in the eye as he sat by me holding his journal tight. "Do you remember when I had a black eye and I told you all that I ran into the wall a couple times by mistake!" "Well I was to chicken to tell you guys that it was my mom!" I felt the pain of fourteen years coming down my face, I was breaking down. "Holy shit ,Mel, I'm so sorry." "Me too." I dug my face into his shirt as we sat there and he rocked me back and forth till I quieted down. "Chris, please don't tell them I'm a pussy." "Your not a pussy." "Your not pussy!" He said as he smiled at me. I smiled back. "Thanks." I said hugging him. That night for the first time I liked Chris. I think he liked me back. "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Like the question before, who do you like?" "Umm….well" He stuttered a little. He blushed a dark red, he turned away toward the wall looking down at the floor. "You!" he whispered under his breath. "Wha?" He turned around and leaned in and gave me a warm lip lock, he put his hand on my face and all the time it seemed that it lasted forever. HE layed me down on the hammock as I felt his tongue go in my mouth and I did the same. "Chris? "Yeah?" "Thanks a lot!" I said kissing him again. "What." "That was so romantic!" I said as I lay there in the hammock. I looked up at him and he looked back smiling. He laid beside me that night holding me, and I held back, we were teenagers in love.
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He was the cutest guy in the group, he had dirty blonde hair almost a light blonde mixed with a light brown, he had light blue eyes most gorgeous around the whole town of CaveSide, He also had an amazing tan that I was so jealous of. I myself hated my life, except for my friends.
My mom was a hoe and she loved to sleep around with anyone she can get her hands on. When she was fifteen she was at a party and got drugged up and got raped. My grandparents disowned her and sent her down her with my great aunt Pearl. She partied more and got drunk, then she had me. She named Melanie René Tempest. She contacted the man who was my father who was in jail for several offences and told him it was a little girl and wanted his opinion on my name. Why she did that I have no idea, but I was named after my fathers lover. My mom really took care of me and herself when I was a baby, but then as I got older she took her stress out on me, she beat me all the time. I have learned how to avoid her by staying outside on the porch or coming to the tree house with the excuse that she was sleeping with the milkman again and I didn't want to hear it. Everyone says I look like my mom, except for the curls in my hair, I had blonde hair all the way down to my butt when it's a little wet or humid. When it's dried and then curled all the way up to my shoulders and stuck there. My eyes where a mix between green and blue they changed all the time, once they changed to two different colors, one was green, the other bright blue. My mom slapped me around that day so it didn't matter my green eye was swollen shut. I felt a tear coming down just thinking about my bitch mother. I looked away and out the window, to see two pretty straight haired girls in their pink lacey dresses riding around the street screaming, "Hey boys come out and play!" They always liked Chris, Charlie, Russ, and Jay for some odd reason. Their names were Courtney and Susan. "Hey Bitch priss, whatcha doing today your mother?" yelled Chris out the window, quickly bringing his head in the window so they wouldn't see him. "Christopher….. You shit head come and fight like a man." Even though I said they wore pink dresses I never said they talked girly.
They say years later that people envied what we had, and that the people who made fun of us and the people who beat us up, really loved us. "Hey ya'll it's almost noon I got to go help with the brats." said Russ looking nervously at his wrist watch and then he would look out the window to see if the rain was coming. He opened the little square door and walked out. We all looked out the window and sang our club song to him as he waved good-bye and flicked us off a couple of times. Then everyone followed in his footsteps, Except Chris and I. Chris ran to the door and latched it. "So none can ever get in!" he said as he looked at me with a devious smile. He got up and took a pen from behind his ear. "So you gonna go home tonight or is Rachael with the milk man again?" "Yeah that's it ,Chris." I just looked down at the ground and I could tell he was looking at me. "What? What ya hiding." he said looking up from writing his journal. "Chris, you know I've had black eyes before right!" "Yeah." "Well" I stopped I never told anyone what my mom did when she was drunk, it was embarrassing. "Well what?" He stood up with a little concern. "Well she kinda beats me a little." That was mostly a lie she beat me all the time. My mother hated me. He came over and sat with me on the hammock. "I know how you feel." Then for the first time I was in the same kind of pain he was in. We talked for a long time it was about eleven or so. "Hey ,Chris?" "Yeah?" he said looking me in the eye as he sat by me holding his journal tight. "Do you remember when I had a black eye and I told you all that I ran into the wall a couple times by mistake!" "Well I was to chicken to tell you guys that it was my mom!" I felt the pain of fourteen years coming down my face, I was breaking down. "Holy shit ,Mel, I'm so sorry." "Me too." I dug my face into his shirt as we sat there and he rocked me back and forth till I quieted down. "Chris, please don't tell them I'm a pussy." "Your not a pussy." "Your not pussy!" He said as he smiled at me. I smiled back. "Thanks." I said hugging him. That night for the first time I liked Chris. I think he liked me back. "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Like the question before, who do you like?" "Umm….well" He stuttered a little. He blushed a dark red, he turned away toward the wall looking down at the floor. "You!" he whispered under his breath. "Wha?" He turned around and leaned in and gave me a warm lip lock, he put his hand on my face and all the time it seemed that it lasted forever. HE layed me down on the hammock as I felt his tongue go in my mouth and I did the same. "Chris? "Yeah?" "Thanks a lot!" I said kissing him again. "What." "That was so romantic!" I said as I lay there in the hammock. I looked up at him and he looked back smiling. He laid beside me that night holding me, and I held back, we were teenagers in love.
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