The Nerd's Secret

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

 

Dylan’s POV:

BEEP BEEP… BEEP BEEP… BEEP BEEP…

Groaning, I roll over and smash the end button on my alarm. 6:30 on a Monday morning. Great. School. Back for another day of hell and spending time with stupid idiots who only care about themselves and their reputation.

“Dylan! Get up! Time for school!” Mum yells as she slams my door open. Wow that woman has a loud voice.

“Yes Mum,” I mumble. Not wanting to hear my Mum’s loud voice again this early in the morning, I get up and stretch my arms. Sending one last lingering look to my warm comfy bed, I sigh and make my way to my shower.

So here’s a little review of my life. I am a secret FBI agent in training and I am waiting to get my first mission. My best mate Jason is my ‘partner in crime.’ I can’t afford to let people find out I am a secret agent so I go to school in disguise. I wear these fake geeky glasses and baggy clothes. No one would ever think that the school’s number 1 nerd is a secret agent right?

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my bottom half and start pulling out my usual attire. The smell of bacon and eggs wafts past my nose. Yummmmmmmm…. Bacon…. I run downstairs as fast as I can taking 3 steps at a time. I bend the corner and bash straight into someone. Thump. That wasn’t the sound of me falling but the sound of my Mum on the ground glaring daggers at me. I give my mum a sheepish smile before helping her back on her feet.

“Sorry Mum… I smelt bacon. You know how I get when I smell bacon,” Mum simply sighs before shaking her head and sending me a small smile.

“Go eat your bacon and then off to school you go.” Grateful, I nod my head and rush to the table, finishing off the remaining bacon like there’s no tomorrow.

With a piece of bacon dangling from my mouth, I grab my bag and yell out a bye to Mum who’s probably shaking her head again. I take my time walking to school because once I get there, I gotta get my acting face on. I turn onto the next street just in time to see a pretty girl step out of a house. She had really pretty brown hair but before I could see her eyes or face, she had a hood pulled on. Shrugging I continue my way to hell.

Avery’s POV:

I woke up with the sun shining in my room and the birds singing to me. My hair is all gorgeous and curly and my face is ready to go. Hahaha… I wish. I’m just kidding. I woke up with my drool coming out of my face and my hair looking like a crow’s nest. Kinda like Princess Anna.

My Dad’s yelling woke me up but it wasn’t enough to make me get up. Well until he yelled my name… You see, my Dad has been abusive to me ever since Mum died. He blames her death on me, even I do…

“Avery you come here right now you pathetic excuse of a daughter!!” You could just imagine the steam coming out of his ears and nose. The thought alone almost made me laugh. After being abused for almost 10 years, I learnt some things.

1.    To never ever talk back

2.    To never ever try and defend myself

3.    To never ever cry in front of him

4.    To not tell anyone because no one will ever believe.

I rush downstairs to only see beer bottles littered all over the floor and a football game playing on our small TV. Dad turns his head to me.

“Make me breakfast and when I come home tonight I expect this house to be spotless!” Dad growls before walking up to me. I felt my head turn to the left and a sharp pain filled my cheeks. I brought my hand up to my face and could feel it throbbing. Tears filled my eyes but I refused to let this monster see. I nod my head and rush to the kitchen. I grab a spoon and look at my reflection to see that I have a dark bruise already forming. Grabbing a pan and bacon, I start making bacon and eggs. I serve my dad the breakfast before retreating back to the kitchen and eating some cereal. A loud slam echoes around the now quiet house. I guess Dad left to go gamble and drink some more. Sighing, I go up to my room and use my trusty concealer to hide as much of the bruise as I can.

Satisfied with my cheek, I dress up in my hoodie and jeans and grab my bag. Exiting the house, I pull my hood over my face and make my way to hell.

Sorry it's a bit short but we'll try and make longer chapters.

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