Honestly guys I have NO creativity left in me so I basically just made a crappy 2 parter that turns song-fic. Enjoy (If that's even possible)
Age 15
Duncans POV
"Why can't I just do this!" I ask crumpling up yet another piece of paper and tossing it at my feet. "Duncan, calm down. You can't exactly write a killer song in just an hour." Reassures Trent. Easy for him to say! The guy's a lyrical genius. "Whatever man." I grumble, "It's just… Music is one of the few classes I actually give a shit about ya know?" I ask hesitantly. I'm not exactly the touchy-feely type.
"Naw man I get it." He says giving me a smile that says he understands, "I know music, art, and woodshop are the only classes you've ever really been into. But if you can't finish the song for class by tomorrow thats okay. Ms. Cordell will understand. But remember dude, the key to a good song is having the right muse. Woah I gotta go! I promised I'd meet Heather at the library 15 minutes ago!" I grimace at the mention of Heather. How could he put up with such a bitch? "Alright later man." I say not to pleased to let him go meet the spawn of Satan. "See ya!" He shouts already halfway out the door.
I sit at the table at TUESDAYS for a few more hours before walking home without so much as a chorus.
I'm almost at my house when I hear screaming from inside.
DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME VIVIAN! I'M NOT DONE SPEAKING TO YOU!"
"YOU DON'T RUN MY LIFE HARRY! IF YOU WANNA LEAVE THEN FUCKING GO! DON'T EXPECT ME TO BE WAITING FOR YOU REALIZE WHAT A SHIT PERSON YOU ARE!"
"DON'T YELL AT ME! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T DISCIPLINE DUNCAN! MAYBE IF YOU LEARNED TO CONTROL YOUR SON I WOULDN'T BE GETTING CALLS FROM THE SCHOOL EVERY OTHER DAY!"
"HE'S YOUR SON TO HARRY!"
The house is quiet for a while, So quiet I almost can't breath. I almost faint when I hear last thing my dad says.
"Well God knows I wish he wasn't."
Suddenly all thoughts of going home vanish. Who wants to be in a house where no one wants you? I feel tears build up in my eyes. Focus don't let them see you cry. I walk past my house not daring to turn my head to look at it. But as I walk by the Lopez house, something makes me turn my head.
And there standing across the street with her mouth slightly open is Courtney. I stop right in my tracks to stare at her, wiping away a tear that had managed to escape. I look down deciding lying was my best option. But as I bring my eyes back up to meet hers I know. She heard it all from my ma telling my dad to shove it, to my dad saying he wishes I wasn't his son. I shoot her a shaky smile, that I know she sees right through, and continue on my way.
As I cross the street to go to the Moxley Park, I notice Princess making her way over to me. For some reason my legs start to move quicker, as I make my way over to the park. It's not until I hear her footsteps right beside me, that I break out into a full run. Princess is much faster than me but adrenaline makes me quicker. I've almost made it to the park swings when I hear, "Duncan wait!"
I stop.
But the longer I stay still the more I think. Think about the words my father had said about me. The words I was sure I'd never forget.
"Well God knows I wish he wasn't."
How can I go back to the house where my own father hates me?
Suddenly I'm angry. The kind of anger that makes you see red spots and want to yell until your throat turned raw. The kind of anger the courses through your veins until you can't think about anything else.
Princess catches up to me, clutching her sides from the lack of air. "What do you? You here to make fun of me?" I say in a voice so venomus it even startles me. "No.. Duncan I-"
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE."
Thats the last thing I say to her before I wander towards the forest
ooooooh cliff hanger! Whats going on with Duncan? Whats Courtney gonna do about it? What an asshole I make Duncans dad out to be. I'm sure his daddy loves him deep down (sorry I like to add daddy issues [because I have my own {OMG STOP TALKING SCRIBBLE}...okay])
-Scribble