American Runaways

Prologue. Every kid hates their parents

 My bed feeling the way it does right now just might be the perfect reason to not get up and get ready for school. Nothing makes me more sick than the thought of school. I know, school isn't that bad. It's the people in it.

 Raise your hand if you would rather go to a school filled with axe murderers because you would probably see the stab in the back coming from them. People nowadays are so fake, it hurts.

 I grabbed my book bag, that was sitting by the front door. Not needing to yell out to my mom that I'm leaving because why would she care.

The walk to school wasn't that long. I didn't have a car. And that was fine. I liked walking.

"You're up early today," Peter said, walking up next to me. Peter was my best friend. We met in foster care.

"So are you."

"Well, I would have gone to school later, but I seen you walk by."

 The rest of the walk was silent. Just like most. Peter and I had a friendship where we didn't need to say a word to each other but still have a good time together because we always knew what each other was thinking.

 We got into homeroom. The most boring class, English. Also, no one ever is paying attention because everyone is still waking up.

"Would Parker Moore, Peter Livingston, Megan Wood, Carter Stomberg, and Mel Reese, please report to the office."

 We all looked around at one another, thinking the same thing. Why were are names being said together? Our names are never said in the same sentence. Why on earth are we being called to the office together?

Mr. Bredworth turned around, "Pack up your things and get to the office." He said to all of us.

Peter and I gave each other looks like what the fuck is going on here.

We walked together, with Carter and Megan in front of us. While Mel fell behind.

We all walked in silence to the office.

 Once we finally got there, we were told to take a seat and wait for Mrs. Robbins. She was the school's counselor.

It took about 5 minutes before she popped her head out and said "Could you all step inside please."

Again, we all looked around waiting for an answer on why we were here.

Mrs. Robbins motioned for us to take a seat. She had 5 chairs lined up in front of her desk.

She began, "You are probably wondering why you are all here."

"Yeah," Megan said, "Why are we here with them," she pointed to Mel, Peter and I.

"Well, I brought you all in here because I think you all have something in common. I think you could all benefit from getting to know one another and actually becoming friends."

"What on earth do we have in common?" Peter asked.

"You all hate your parents," Mrs. Robbins said.

We all stayed quiet, waiting for someone to say something.

I mean, yes. I did hate my parents. They weren't my biological parents. They adopted me.

My whole life, since I could remember I was in foster care. Bouncing around from family to family. The only good thing to come out of it was meeting Peter.

 We had been sent to the same house together. We would both talk about how we wished we could run away from everything. I was eventually adopted my Ben and Rina Rice. The 2 people I hate more than anything on this planet.

 Why would you adopt someone, if you don't even care to raise them. They mostly adopted me to be a live-in babysitter for their actual kids who were 3 and 4 at the time. They fight all the time and my "dad" used to hit my "mom" before I threatened him by calling the police.

"Every kid hates their parents," Mel said.

"Not all kids."

"Kids who don't know any better," Mel retorted.

"Well I wanted you guys to come in together. I think if we were to do this once a week, you guys might actually get along and be able to help each other out."

"And what if we don't want to?" I asked.

"Well, Parker that's the beauty of it. These are now mandatory sessions, if you miss these classes, your credits can go down, and then you may not have enough to graduate this school year,' Mrs. Robbins wlked bheind her desk and sat in her chair, "So from now on we will meet here after school every Wednesday at 3:15. Tomorrow is Wednesday so be here. You can go back to class now."

*****

 When I got home, I lied in bed thinking about what happend today. How on earth did Mrs. Robbins think that we could all be friends? Why would I want to be friends with someone like Megan, or even Carter. They are the 'popular' students at school. Which makes me wonder, who was the person who decided that being a football player, cheerleader, being rich, etc. mad you the popular one? Like why are they kids who are smart and have clubs where they play Dungeons and Dragons, considered geeks and not cool?

I pulled out my journal and began to write, to get my mind off things. I always would write in my journal when I was feeling happy, sad, angry, basically any emotion and would write down how I felt in a poem.  I started doing this when I was about 12. I just write whatever comes to mind, sometimes they rhyme, sometimes they don't. Most of them aren't the greatest but there are a few wonders in there.

I can tell you right now, I'm not looking foward to school tomorrow.

Authors Side Note: 

Hello there fellow readers, Atlanta here, just wanted to stop in and say hi and I hope you like the story so far, even though what you just read was not much. I plan on posting a new chapter each week, so since today, the day I'm writing this, I will publish a new chapter every Tuesday. Since the book isn't done, I haven't gone through it and done the editing yet, so just be patient on that, because I'm going to go through and edit the chapter when I have the time.

 So thank you for starting to read American Runaways, enjoy!

P.S. I just uploaded a "trailer" for American Runaways on Youtube! It should b the video up above, so if you would like to check it out, it would mean a lot to me!