Chapter 3

It had been two days since the fight between my sister and her boyfriend, for two days my sister stayed in her room, for two days she didn't tell anyone about her behavior. I was worried, I didn't even know why the fight started, but something inside me was saying that she needed her time alone. If Johnny had hurt her in any sort of way, I would kill him. This time I would not cower in fear and mind my own business. Johnny didn't call or visit, and he didn't even pick his cell phone.

Mom and Dad were mostly extremely worried, they tried reasoning with her, but she always dismissed them by saying, 'I'm fine! Don't worry!'.

I didn't tell Mom and Dad about the fight, but something tells me that I should.

As for high school, I think I've been better. I get picked at a lot. I did manage to escape from the freshman fooling that the seniors gave on the first day, but that was it. I wasn't going to escape constant torture for the rest of my high school life, because I was Dash's favorite (yeah, he still thinks that I have a crush on his girlfriend).

Since I had most straight A's, I was the jocks homework buddy. It became a routine after a few weeks, I'd get dropped off earlier at school and the jocks and preps would beat the homework out of me. My teachers got angry at me the first day I came in without my homework, they must've made the impression that I was one of the kids who dropped out on most of the stuff. But after the first few days, I actually carried two sets of homework assignments, one for myself and the other for the person who was lucky enough to get his hands on me before class.

But the best part of high school was that I got to meet Tucker and Sam.

The three of us shared English with Lancer, and Sam and me had Calculus together. The rest of the day, minus lunch, I had all the kids who had a very colourful vocabulary.

Name calling bothered me a lot, but I couldn't stand up to them.

A week had passed already and me, Tucker and Sam hung out with each other a lot. But I still couldn't call them my friends, because I didn't know if they were my friends, I mean sure we hung out a lot, but does that mean that we're friends. Right? That was the question that bothered me all the time, so it was time to talk to Mom.

I came in the kitchen before dinner. Mom was making hot dogs, or I guess that was what she was making.

I sat down on the counter. Mom was humming an old tune, I think it was an old song of U2. She was a fan of U2.

"Mom?" I called her, I wanted to clear my subconscious and this was the only way. She tilted her head towards me with a warm motherly smile.

"Yes, sweetie?" she fully turned this time.

"I wanted to talk to you about something..." I trailed as I looked down in my lap, signaling her that this was going to be a long and deep conversation so she better be free. She wiped her hands with the apron she was wearing over her jumpsuit (I always questioned why she wore it 24/7), I saw her out of the corner of my eyes as she pulled out a chair and sat down. Her eyes were scanning my face, her eyebrows knitted together, the motherly smile vanished.

"Is something wrong sweetie?" she asked, I looked fully alert at her.

"It's about school..." I said.

"You didn't faint again did you!?" she said cautiously, I had fainted before, but I got over it in summer break.

"No, No, I just met a few people, they both a very nice. They always seem to hang around with me and keep me company." It was like that the last sentence put her in a very good mood.

"Oh sweetie! why don't you bring your friends over" she said the word.

"Mom I wanted to talk to you about that, do you think that I should call them my friends? I mean how do you know that their your friends? Do you have to declare to each other or..." my Mom stopped me before a could say a word. Her eyes were wide and so was her smile.

"Sweetie! that's not how it works" she said, it was an incredulous statement I think.

"Really?!" so I was a little stupid when it came to making friends, I remember my last friend who couldn't last long.

"Really!" she pinched my cheek and stood up, and took out the hot dogs (I think) from her watchamajig. "Sweetie! it just happens. Friendship isn't a declaration" she came and placed a finger on my chest, right at my heart, "It comes from here. And if you think that they talk to you and company you all the time means that they like to be with you. Don't turn friendship into a formal college reunion."

"So I can call them my friends?" I asked.

"Of course sweetie! if you like to be in their company and you can pass an afternoon without awkward silences, then I'd say that they could be your best friends." She placed a kiss to my cheek and I smiled, I guess it made sense, Tucker and Sam are the coolest people that I've met in my life, other than her...

I stood up and hugged my Mom. I felt so much better by talking to her. Maybe I should repress my feelings and let Jazz psychoanalyze me. It felt better by talking it over, but still, some things are better left forgotten.

I walked out of the kitchen feeling a whole new wave wash over. I almost reached my room when...

A woman with red hair and blue eyes walked towards a small boy with black hair and shinning blue eyes that twinkled mischief. The older woman hugged the boy and whispered in his ear.

"I'll be right back, I just have to get you a Christmas present." She was going to her car before she turned around and whispered again, "It'll be our little secret" and climbed in her car and left. She was half way to the mall when a truck came and crashed her car into tiny its and bits.

There was nothing left of the body but blood.

I held my head in my hands and closed my eyes shut, willing the memories to go away. I heard screaming, but it was fuzzy, no longer I found out that it was me screaming. I was gasping for air, then I screamed again. I didn't mean for this to happen.

That was the last thought before I fainted in the hallway.

Okay guys another lame chapter. Seriously I'm beginning to hate my writing skills over and over again. I know that you guys will be thinking that this is stupid. Its a short chapter, in the next chapter will be the drunken Danny.

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