Ch.1
This is probably really stupid...but I have no life so I'm writing it anyway...r&r plz...xOx
I've never really been a really good kid. I guess you could say that I never fit into the behavioral aspect of my social class. I actually wasn't even in a social class so to speak, but most people said I was and I was too lazy to argue. My situation I guess was just...there. I lived in an average house with and average family and an average life. It was so unbearably boring, that I just had to do something to 'liven things up.' So I got into trouble; nothing much but I did. I would occasionally come home high or drunk, and my parents would flip. Or I'd pick a fight and get myself grounded for forever, which made things even worse because originally not having anything to do and then getting grounded on top of that really didn't make up for a happy kid. And I wasn't. I hated my situation, my life, me.
You could say that I was high strung to start, always running around, never able to sit still to save my life and extremely temperamental. I got mad as a hornet at the drop of a hat, and was so stubborn, that I don't know how people put up with me. My patience was minimal, I never gave up on my opinion, and never thought before I did anything. I ran around, scattered, and completely, I guess you could say, wild for my first year of highschool. My sophomore year was going no better. I hated school period, and high school was utterly out of the question. It wasn't that I was dumb, I just couldn't stand people telling me what to do...then actually having to do it. I was what people and physiologists called a problem child and thought that they could cure me by having me tell what I was feeling, and what was on my mind. My parents took me to this old guy and he tried to have me do just that. Only because I had gotten mad at this damn bitch in my class and she and I almost had an all out brawl...in the classroom. She started it, I finished it, she cried, I fumed. But of course it was all my fault (according to my parents.) and with my rep, I was the one in trouble. Like I said, I have a temper and I ain't afraid to use it. I sat in the stiff hard chair in his musty office, staring at the ceiling and fidgeting. My dad scowled at me and the old dude rattled on and on about what was wrong with me. I sassed back at him a few times and he just took notes. My dad's face went from pink to scarlet. I twisted my hair around on my finger and nibbled on my finger nail until it hurt. It's a habit I have when I'm bored. It drives my dad nuts...(as do a million other things about me...) My mom...she ain't as bad. I can see she's more hurt than anything else but she sure doesn't act like it. She's the quiet one. My dad, he yells, screams and will slam you if you grate his nerves enough. He has a temper to match mine. Either way I don't like it but between the both of them, I can't figure out which way is worse. I sassed him a little too When my parents finally dragged me out of the damn place I was furious. Unfortunately so were they.
"Demelia, we have absolutely and utterly had it with you!" I cringed at the sound of my real name. I hated it. It sounded so...grandma-ish. And they never used my real name, unless they were really mad at me. I mean really ground you for the rest of the year mad. They'd do it too. My dad opened the back door of our ancient Chevy and almost shoved me in. I scowled at him. "My name's Demi," I told him curtly. He just glared back and clenched his fist. "No it ain't young lady, and you better clean up you act or else what's coming next wil-" My mother grabbed his arm, motioned for him to be quiet and didn't even look at me. She slammed the door shut and went around to get in herself. I stared out the window and watched the boring New Jersey landscape go by. I ain't kidding, this place is enough to put a saint to sleep. I slouched down on the cracked leather seat and yawned. My parents were softly whispering to each other, occasionally glancing back at me. I rolled my eyes. This was so retarded. They were probably going to try some other way to break me in and think it would work. Well I had news for them...it wouldn't. They pulled down our block and I groaned. I hated this place...it was so dull. Even the homes looked bored. They were all exactly the same with the exception of different coats of paint. I wished that we lived in the city. If there were more 15 year olds around, that life would be grand...unfortunately, every single house on the block was occupied by a just married couple or one with 2 years olds, running around in their diapers. Not too thrilling for me I might add.
I trudged inside, slamming the door behind me. In my room I stared out the window and had a hard time not crying. I didn't like the way I was, my attitude, no one liking me. I tried not to be the way I was but it was just so hard. The one thing I couldn't stand though over everything else was...it was really retarded, but not having a boyfriend was killing me. I don't mean like some one who loves you and thinks you smell good and are pretty. I'm talking about some one who's like a big brother...who would listen to you and really care what you were saying..not just listening so he could take advantage of you later. This was what was killing me. Them hating me because their girlfriends had a problem with me. None of them dare talked to me, and I didn't even bother going to dances because I would hurt someone if I did. I fell back on my bed and let the tears fall. I really didn't like life and how sometimes it was so confusing that it made you sick to think about it. So there I sat on my bed in my tiny, cramped room crying myself into a subtle stupor. I could take anything that my parents were going to delve out, because I really didn't care anymore. Anything would be better than this...anything. I slowly got up and trudged down to dinner.
Some say physical pain is worse than emotional...who ever believes that is a fucking idiot.
"What?" My mother nodded at me and my father stared at his mashed potatoes. I placed my fork down and asked again. "We're not changing our minds kiddo. You need a serious change and until that happens we don't want you here." I though I was going to faint. This was perfect. Well, almost. "You cousin Jim, down in Oklahoma has agreed to take you for a few months. He ain't the richest guy in the world so it's a bit of a sacrifice for him. And he ain't doin' it for free. You are going to work your tail off down there, doin' whatever he says. And if you give him any grief..." Great. I get to go live in hick-ville and work for some old relative that I've never met before. "What about school?" I asked cautiously. "Going to one down there too." That wasn't thrilling me too much either. "When do I go?" I didn't like this idea, but the thought of getting out of my house for a while wasn't bad either. "Day after tomorrow."
ha ha ..you can all probably see where this is going...but w/e lol... see you at the next chappie.
O yea..(how could I forget..) Pleze review ur little tails off...lol jk...thanx
xOx