Can We Create Something Beautiful?

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

~Kellin's P.O.V. ~

"Oh shut up, Lisa! Just shut up, already!"

"I will not! I haven't even done anything to you!"

"You're always on my case; it's a never ending cycle! God, will you just give me some fucking space every once in awhile!"

The door slammed so hard that I felt the entire house shake. I guess he and mom are fighting again...but then again, when aren't they fighting?

I heard my mother climb the stairs to her and dad's bedroom, crying to herself quietly. I felt bad for her. Dad had been acting strange for the past year or so and he hasn't been coming home. She must feel really upset.

Standing up and walking out of my room, I headed down the hall to go see how she was doing. Maybe dad wouldn't be here to comfort her but it doesn't mean that I can't at least try.

I walked into her room and she spun around, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Once she realized it was me and not my dad, she started wiping her eyes furiously as a blank look washed over her features

"What is it, Kellin?" she asked coldly.

That stung a little. But she never really was a warm caring mother, so I was used to it by now. I was used to the fact that neither of my parents gave a damn about me anymore.

"I just wanted to see if you were alright. I heard shouting and-"

"No one was shouting, you're delusional. Now go back to your room and get ready for school, I'll have someone drive you. I have things to do."

Before I could even reply, she had shoved me out the door and slammed it in my face. I sighed and walked back to my room, getting dressed like she asked.

I was used to being shut out by everyone, I guess. My dad was never home and when he was he ignored me like her, I didn't have any other family and all of my previous friend's only liked me for my money. Maybe I'm just meant to be alone. Maybe it's easier this way.

When I was finally ready I walked downstairs and saw Richard, our family's driver, waiting by the stairs for me.

"Are you ready to go to school, Mr. Bost-"

"Quinn. I've told you to call me Mr. Quinn, Richard. And no I think I'll just walk today." I said.

"Yes sir." He said as he walked away.

I quickly walked out and started to walk to school. I didn't want anyone to know who my parent's were, that's why I went by 'Kellin Quinn' instead of 'Kellin Bostwick'. If people knew then they'd treat me differently, and I don't want that. That's also why I never let Richard drive me or any one else that works for my parents. As for them coming to the school for parent/teacher meetings and such, I never have to worry about that because they really don't care.

As soon as I walked through the doors of the school, I was tripped. My books went everywhere and I sighed, quickly picking them up as the students passed by me in the hallways. A few of them kicked my books farther then they already were. This was an average school day for me, but at least I haven't gotten my ass kicked yet. I still had bruises everywhere from yesterday.

First period through fifth period went by pretty smoothly. I had only gotten a few insults and had only been shoved against the lockers twice. Now I had to go to lunch, then Music class, and then Government. I was mostly nervous about Music class. I was pretty sure that either Vic wouldn't notice me again, or he'd murder me for calling him yesterday. Either way, class is going to fucking suck.