Evan's p.o.v.
It was a long ride home, considering I went the wrong way, but not too bad because I knew a shortcut that was mainly downhill. I decided to play music so it wasn't so quiet. I stopped and got my phone out. I put it on shuffle and the song, 'Addicted To Chaos' by Megadeth came on then I put my phone back in my back pocket. I kept riding on my skateboard and humming to the song until I crashed into some people and fell off the skateboard and everything in my backpack fell out. It's one of those massager bags with velcro, and the velcro doesn't stick anymore. My skateboard went flying and I was on the ground flat on my ass. Of course, I wasn't wearing a helmet, so now my head was pounding. I clearly never look where I am going and it is really showing today. I got up on my knees, rubbing my head. I didn't bother looking up, I just started putting my papers in piles. Luckily, there wasn't a large breeze throwing my papers around. "I'm sorry I didn't see anyone-" I said.
"What the fuck!?" I heard a super familiar voice growl. Three other familiar voices complained about some type of body part hurting.
I repeated myself without realizing it, "Sorry, I didn't see anyone." I looked up and saw who it was. My stomach dropped. Just great. It was the Lynch boys and that weird Ratliff kid.
Riker got up and said, "Yeah, we heard you the first time." He remained brushing the dirt off his jeans, before looking up at me. He recognized me so fast that my head could spin. The other three got up and brushed the dirt off their jeans. I looked at Riker, biting my lip. Hoping and praying he wouldn't do anything. I was wrong. So wrong.
"Well, well, well~" He started. The others rose their heads quickly and also saw me. "~Look what we have here." He finished. I moved quicker, gathering all the papers in my hands. I was about to grab my bag, but Ratliff stepped on my hand so he could grab my bag and dump out everything else that was in it. I winced in pain until he got off my hand then I growled softly, holding my hand close.
My skateboard was just about in front of me, but a little closer to Ross. I reached for it, but Ross used his foot and stomped on the rim of it so that it flipped up to him. "I don't think so." He said. He then kicked it back on the ground and started skating in circles around all of us.
"Get up!" Riker demanded.
"No!" I replied, trying to stand up for myself.
"Excuse me?" He said in a shocked tone due to the fact I disobeyed him. "Let me rephrase that; Get up, NOW!" He ordered, leaning closer.
"No. Maybe I like it on the ground." I said back.
"Oh, you do?" Rocky smirked a bit.
I just nodded, not really trusting my voice. The next thing I know, my head slammed against the concrete, my arms pinned to the ground on either side of my head, digging into the little pebbles, and someone on top of me which restricted me from moving my legs. Rocky was that someone. "Get off! You dick!" I said. I squirmed, but of course, didn't get anywhere. I knew what was coming after calling him a dick. Just like that, the back of his hand slammed against my cheek. God, he slaps hard. "Get off of me! Please!" I begged. I'm not even sure if I should be more concerned with these assholes or my own brothers and the fact I'm late.
Rocky laughed, "No way!"
Suddenly Riker's phone went off along with Rocky's and Ross'. Riker and Ross said in unison, "Riker, Rocky, Ross you need to get home immediately!" Rocky was just giving me the death stare. Talk about saved by the bell- Well, I suppose a notification.
Ratliff was going through all my shit and said, "Come on guys, we can get this bitch tomorrow." Ratliff said as he stood up tall and tossed my bag aside. Rocky hopped off of me and they all started heading up the street. Ross still had my skateboard.
"Just great!" I growled in frustration. I quickly picked up everything that was dumped out of my bag and shoved it all in my BVB backpack. I then headed in the direction of my house. I probably would have gotten there, maybe thirty minutes earlier if I had my skateboard. Boy, do I have some explaining to do.
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Yay! Third chapter! Making progress... I think?
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Well, gotta go do random shit so... Bye, Blitch!
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Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)
RandomEvan is a 13 year old girl trying to live in her shitty life, I mean between her 6 annoying older brothers and bullys at school, not to mention not having any parents. She's misunderstood and no one wants her around. So she started cutting as a way...
