Precious

Chapter 2

I made my way to the bus stop, still in pain from earlier this morning. As soon as I picked up everything that was broken, I ran up the stairs and quickly got ready for school. It's like going to hell to escape from hell? If that made sense or not, I'm not sure.

Whilst waiting for the bus, I pulled out my phone and began texting my best friend, Heidi. We became friends on Tumblr when I was 15, and 2 years later she still seems to understand what I'm going through. We've never seen each other in person though, only on Skype. After all, we do live in different countries. We've spoken every single day since we first "met". She's like a sister to me.

The bus arrived just as I pressed send. Shoving my phone back into my right jean pocket, I stood up and grabbed my bag, stepping into the bus.

English. My first class for the day. I walked to the back of the room and slammed my books on the desk before taking a seat.

"Okay, quiet down." Said Mr. Brown, as he tried his best to calm down the class before beginning his lecture. Of course, he failed.

As much as I enjoyed English, Mr. Brown always seemed to take the fun out of it; Whether it was his extremely boring, monotone voice, or if he was just a really bad teacher, I was unsure.

After 4th period I decided to skip the rest of the day, I went to the corner store, bought a packet of cigarettes and went to the park. It always seemed to help. Both the cigarettes and the park; There was always this one tree that I would go to and sit under. The whole atmosphere just seemed to make me feel better, it was calming... But then again, so were the cigarettes.

My father is at 'work' for the night, so I can stay here for as long as I want, I just have to be home before 5:30 tomorrow morning, unless I want a repeat of what happened earlier.

As it began to get darker, I lit another cigarette, placed the half-empty packet into my backpack, and started climbing the old Sycamore tree. The view was amazing from up here. The tree had to be over 3 stories high, it was beautiful.

"Excuse me?" Asked a timid voice, "what are you doing?"

I blew out the smoke, "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing, kid?"

He looked shocked, probably about my choice of words. I should've been nicer to the poor boy, but hey? I wasn't, and it's too late now.

"Jack! There you are, your father and I have been looking all over for you! Who were you taking to? Actually, come on. Let's just go home and get you in bed." Rushed a very concerned mother, who immediately called out to the little boy's father, he ran over and took the boy in his arms, without hesitation.

I was envious of their family. I wonder what it would be like to be raised by parents like them, or to be raised by parents at all. They looked like the typical high-class family. The boy's mother was wearing a matching set of pearl earrings to her pearl necklace, her hair was done nicely and she seemed to be wearing a very expensive dress and the father was very well dressed, most likely a business man.

I looked over the park and sighed. It was mostly empty now, there were just a few people left who were beginning to leave. I made my way out of the tree and began walking home.

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Okay I really don't like this chapter but tell me what you think? I need some advice...
Anyway if you don't have anything to say, I hope you're enjoying it so far? Please vote or comment so I know if you guys like it or not? It's pretty boring, I'm sorry but it's going to get a exciting. Well I hope so anyway.

Thanks for reading xxx