Bipolar

Chapter Seven.Tristion clark

(August 21st)

Walking in the empty hallways. Lonely. Robert Bolton, the one who stole her, he passed; not even an inch of attention was towards me as he barged past my shoulder. The old crippled photograph that has been in my pocket for all those years tumbled to the floor. Robert stared at me with pure rage as he opened the photo to see it was October. "What are you doing with this?", he raised his voice, I could sense the tension growing between us, "why the HECK do you have this?", he repeated, his anger was unbelievable, I smirked to myself; I guess I do have competition over this girl,

"If you like her so much, why don't you go date her?"I wanted to challenge him but I was also afraid of what he might do if I enraged him more. But I wanted to infuriate him, show him who's boss, before I could finish yet another sentence a punch was thrown at me, it hit me hard and as I fell to the floor, memories I wanted to forget slid back into my mind so I could relive those wonderful times with the girl of my dreams.

*11 years ago*

Today is my first day of school, Mum kept me home for a year because of my condition FASD, Mum said it makes me stupid and useless, and calls me a little pain in the ass, but I'll prove to her that im smart! Because I know that the world is flat, like a pancake but we can't eat it because it's made of rocks, and she'll finally love me when I'm top of the class. I had no idea how wrong I was.

As I walked through the school gates I knew I stood out. Everyone had their mums or dads hugging them goodbye. A small tear trickled down my cheek, an older boy ran past and hit me. "Where's your mummy kid, does she not love you?" That was it. I ran out of the school to the park where I hid behind a large oak tree. I was crying so hard now, but I knew that boy was right. I would never fit in or be popular. I would always be that kid with a lousy mother who thought I was a mistake.

"Your eyes are pretty", a squeaky voice spoke,

I looked up to see a small, blue-eyed angel, she sat next to me,

"I like green, it's my favorite colour", she murmured

"They say pink should be my favorite colour, but I like green", she added, I wiped my tears, was this a dream?

"Do people hate you too?",

I wasn't sure if she actually said that, but I slowly nodded my head anyway,

She put a arm around my shoulder

"I'm October, What's your name?".

After that dreadful day she picked me up and treated me like a prised possession, whenever Robert bullied me she'd say 'stop' and he'd walk away, she gave me more friends, a life I should of had, and over the years I wondered if I was falling for her, even though girls already swarmed me as a twelve year old all I wanted was her.

By the time we were 14 years old I found out Robert and October were best friends, she betrayed me, for my biggest BULLY. She told me he was very different, better than before, but people never change, ESPECIALLY if that person bullies you. My blue-eyed angel was taken away by a nightmare dressed like a daydream, and I could never get her back, ever since she dumped me like all those kids years ago pushing me aside for better people,

I won't let her go that easily.

(note from author)

ok, I know I said this will come out tomorrow but I finished early soo.... 

anyway school holidays are on soon and I won't be on that much during those 2 weeks.... .

so tomorrow will be my last day of the term, and... YEH!

ok, stay cool 

BYYYEEeeeeyeyee