this side of paradise , kiara carrera

one, touron

I LAY on the couch taking a sip from my beer and staring at the ceiling wonder what i could do. yes, it is summertime, and yes, i do nothing to be productive. i mean, i go surfing, or at beach parties but i don't know if you can call these 'productive'. 

it's not like i have any friends to hang out with. my parents had taken care of that a long time ago, saying they need to 'get the bad influence out of my life', the bad influence being my friends. being homeschooled sucks, and so does my life.

i stand up heading to my room, hoping that i find something to occupy myself with. what about drums? no no im dumb, it sounds like i wanna get beaten up. but. they will always find annoying anything i do, right? right leanna, do whatever the fuck you want. without thinking any more, i uncover the drums, take my banquets on my hands and start playing the first song that comes into my mind.

"leanna! have i not told you that you are not allowed to play the drums? do you know any other kook that plays the drums?" my mother's high pitched voice interrupts. god only hearing her voice makes me wanna slam my head against the wall, why won't she shut up.

"blah blah blah" i  roll my eyes "and what do you want me to do, hmm? wear high heels and make up and just walk around looking for the joy of life?" 

"you disappoint me, leanna" oh well tell us something new.

"awh mom, it's okay, i disappoint myself too" i reply and smile, satisfied with myself.

"don't you fucking dear being sarcastic to me, ever again!" she raises her voice.

"or what? what are you gonna do? beat me up? go on, like you've never done it before"

"stop behaving like a child! you're not getting out of your room today"

"like you ever let me be one" i mumble only for myself to hear. i go to my room and lock the door. nice. now i have to wait until midnight.

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"shit ouch" i whisper as i land on the ground. i look at my knee, bleeding. "whatever" i sigh and head to the south side. yup, the home of the pogues and yup, of course noone wants me there. i would still go though. i head to the beach, tourons are gathered, between them both kooks and pogues. a party, perfect.

"want some beer?" a boy asks me as soon as i reach the crowd. i, of course, accept his offer with a smile.

"how many weeks are you staying?" ooh. do i say i am a kook? no, no even the idea disgusts me.

"two" i say, examining his face. is that the heyward boy?

"so, what's your name?"

"i'm lea, nice to meet you" i say with a smile and offer my hand. he takes it, introducing himself too.

"pope" he smiles. 

"well, tell me a few things about yourself?" i ask awkwardly and look again at him to realize that his attention has gotten somewhere else. 

"uuh sorry, i gotta go" what the fuck? i turn around to see that a fight has been formed. topper is in the water, drowning someone? i walk closer so that i was able to see what was happening.

"topper leave him the fuck alone!" i yell, distracting him, the other boy manages to escape. 

"what the fuck do you want here? huh? you decided to get out of that house of yours to disappoint more people?"

"for fucks shake, fuck off topper, noone wants you" he tries to slap me but i avoid the hit, punching him on the face. he immediately leaves, blood running down from his nose. he walks towards a blond girl who lock my glare with for a moment. then i turn around.

i see pope turning to face me, confusion was clear on his expression. well, shit.