***This is just kind of an idea of a story/fanfic i might write...what do you think?***
I slam the drawer of my dresser shut, and grab my glasses, sliding them onto my face. I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh. Today was my very first day at high school. I'm really nervous...I already know I'm gonna be classified as a nerd. You don't believe me? I get straight A's, I have braces, and these giant, round Harry Potter glasses. I thought they were cool at the time I bought them, but now...they're hideous; definitely not the kind you'd want to wear on your first day of high school. But, without them, I can't see a bloody thing, so I have no choice. I grab my backpack and shut the light off in my bedroom before making my way down the stairwell, into the kitchen. My mother sat at the counter, her oxygen tank slightly popping out of the backpack strapped to her fragile back. "Goodmorning mum." I smile, kissing her cheek. She smiles at me and waves. See, my mum has...she has lung cancer. I really don't like talking about it, but I think you deserve to know. She has to wear an oxygen tank 24 hours a day, and she has chemotherapy three times a week. She's lost all of her hair now, and her bones are very, very frail and fragile. My dad passed when I was only 7, and my mum thought the only thing she could turn to was smoking cigarettes; which is what caused her lungs to be in the condition they are today. "I hope you have a good day." She croaks out, wincing from the pain. I swallow, trying not to cry. Her chemo causes her such great pain, and she's thinking about quitting...if she quits, she dies. No questions asked. I smile at her. "Thanks mum, I hope I have a good day, too." She slowly stands up and begins walking towards the stairs. "I'm so tired...I'm going to sleep now." I nod, "Okay. I love you mum." "I love you too, honey." She painfully steps up the stairs as I walk over to the front door. I look in the entry way mirror one last time before opening the door and stepping out onto the front porch. I step down the stairs and begin walking down the sidewalk, hoping the day goes by quickly. Suddenly, I hear a bunch of voices yelling and laughing. I turn around and see 5 boys, all about my age, chucking eggs at homes. I stop when they land upon my own. "Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?!" I call. One of the boys, who had brown, curly hair whips his head in my direction. I can hear him laugh, along with his friends. "Throwing eggs at houses, of course!" Before I can say anything, the egg leaves his large hand and hits the porch of my house. I feel a tear slip down my cheek. "Stop! My-my mum is in there!" Another one of the boys, the shortest of them all, smirks at me and throws two at a time, both hitting our front window. I start jogging towards them, hoping to scare them away, but fail. Five eggs are lodged at me, and before I know it, I'm on the ground, my glasses lying next to me. I look up and see the boys laughing and still throwing eggs at my house. I begin crying, feeling terrible for my mum. As I begin to stand up, I'm knocked down again, scraping my elbow on the cement. The boys each spit on me before continuing down the block. I wanted to stay home and clean things up...but I couldn't miss the first day of school...I had an idea of how it would go already.
***THOUGHTS?!?!?! haha***
'mrs styran (aleah)
