The Fight Never Ends
Ch.2
My living hell
I walk into lab and see Drake sitting on a table where my sister is. She is laughing; she looks up and sees me. She stops and Drake noticed, she glances at me and then down at the table. Drake turns and looks at me, he smiles and stands up. He starts to walk towards me with long strides. I curse under my breath, why did my sister have to be smart and skip earth science and come right to Bio. As he starts to walk towards me I prepare myself for anything he might do. Just as Drake says
"Do you have a problem?"
The teacher comes into the room and tells us to open our books to lab 18 and work. As soon as he tells us to get to work he buries his face into the computer. I go and sit with my partner Nick; he is a friend of Drake's. He starts to explain to me what the lab is about all I hear is,
"This lab is mainly one the parts of the eye…"
I don't listen to the rest instead I stare at my sister and Drake. It looks like he is talking to her about a fight, he starts to make a punching motion and she starts to laugh and nod, it makes me sick. By the time the bell rings, I did nothing but glare at Drake. This is the third class in a row; if my grade falls my dad won't let me train. I watch as Drake walks out with my sister, his hand brushes past hers as they go their separate ways. I get so mad I punch a locker. Next thing I know I'm icing my knuckles and I have a demerit for foul language. It's not my fault I cursed when I punched the locker it hurt like hell. I go home on the bus and that's when I notice Amy didn't take the bus. She probably missed it again and had to walk home. I get home and my living hell continues with my dad seeing my hand he blows up on me and says,
"Did you get in a fight?"
He comes charging at me as he says it
"No, I punched a locker"
I hand him the pink paper
"This is for you"
"Where is your sister?"
He asks while he reads the paper
"Probably missed the bus"
Just as I say that a red mustang pulls up, Amy steps out of the passenger side, I know that car. Drake McCarthy.
I get so mad I punch a bag and then cry in agony. My dad looks at my,
"What's wrong?"
"I know that car"
"Whose is it"
"Drake McCarthy's"
"What?"