Author's Note: This is how you do the little author note at the beginning of a chapter, right? ;;
Anyways--- I forgot to put my little disclaimer in! So here it is:
I didn't invent Bully.
:D Should I put something else like, "Bully belongs to Rockstar"?
...errr right. Well. I thought I'd put up the second chapter, because I wrote it. Even though it's short. Because I couldn't think of anything else...sorry...
I promise chapter three will be better!
Could you guys review it, or somehow let me know if it's good, bad, or what? x3 Thanks!
Petey awoke bright and early, just like every other day, around the usual time of 6AM. He liked waking up early, because all of the scum at Bullsworth slept until dinnertime, and stayed up all night. He liked knowing that he could go for a walk around campus, without having to worry about who would or wouldn't launch another attack when he least expected it.
He quickly changed into fresh, clean clothes, and quietly tiptoed out of the dorm, and into the world outside.
The feeling of crisp, cool, morning air in his lungs was one of his favorite attributes of the morning. Later on in the day, the air either felt muggy, or stale, just simply not as beautiful as morning. Because…morning air was different. It had a friendly feel to it, and that friendliness might just have been one of the things Petey had appreciated most about it.
This morning, Petey had decided to go jogging, so he could be able to at least run away from his attacker's pummeling fists, and showers of weapons. However, his jog was cut short, and his good mood smashed into pieces, when he saw Jimmy running out of the Jock's hideout, and across the football field.
"Petey! What're you doing out on the football field? Training to join the team? " Jimmy said, laughing.
Petey, whose good hopes of a pleasant day were shot down, replied, "N-no…I just woke up early and couldn't think of anything better to do."
"Loser," Jimmy remarked. "Listen dork, I'm probably not gonna be around school grounds for a while, not even to sleep. I'll be hiding out around the lighthouse, or some place in New Coventry, or Blue Skies, or wherever. You know where to find me."
"R-right," Petey said, the visions of a pleasant week popping into his mind.
"Later," Jimmy said, slapping Petey on the back, knocking the wind out of him. And then he ran off.
After regaining his composure, Petey began to jog, and then sprint back to the dorm. When he got there, he peeked into Jimmy's room to see if he had grabbed his slingshot, and other weapons. Sure enough, he had; they were all gone. A satisfied grin spread across Petey's face, as he spotted Jimmy's diary. He placed a bookmark on the page it was open to, then grabbed it up, and quickly made it back to his room, where he planned to read the diary from front to cover, while Jimmy was away.