Chapter 1

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The day I met Andrew Sorora, was the day I regret most. If I didn't didn't leave my crayons in Mrs. Emily's room, I could've never had to worry about Sorora. But no, I just had to be irresponsible, and Andrew just had to bite Jake Baker. My parents drove me back to Willow Acadamy after my torturous fit about my precious crayons. With a lot of crying and throwing a tantrum, I pretty much got everything I wanted when I was little. That day, Andrew was getting an after-school time-out, kind of like detention.
The teacher had gone to get his report, when I walked into the classroom. I opened my purple, Dora the Explorer pencil pouch, when Andrew took a building block with his pudgy fingers and threw it at me. "Ow!" I screamed. I went up to him and was about to tell him he wasn't very nice, when he grabbed my silky blonde hair and yanked on it. I was done being mature, so I bit his hand. That's right, I bite! He had me in a half-headlock, half-armlock position. I was clutching his dirty blond hair, and I wasn't letting go anytime soon. Then Mrs. Emily came in with a stack of papers, which were then dropped on the floor in a messy heap, when she saw the position we were in. "Oh my gosh! Stop it right now! Oh I am so ashamed! Time out for you both!" she scolded. I knew immediately that we were in big trouble. She had said a bad word, ashamed. Back then, there were a lot of words that seemed bad to us, deal with it. She grabbed Andrew by the shoulder and lead him away from me. I quickly took my crayons and left the room. Andrew had called me some bad words, like stupid and idiotic, and I was very upset. I mean who knows those words at age 4? This is when I started hating Andrew and vice-versa. But doing the most sensible thing to do when you are 3 and in trouble with your parents, I told them that he started it first. Okay, I'm not that much of a brat, now that I'm more mature. Andrew still is, and can you believe he is in my high school. He is ruining my senior year, the jerk.
There is always a jerk in your life. You just have to know how to deal with them. Which unfortunately, I don't. But only him. Literally, he is the only one who can ruin my life. I swear, he'll be the end of me!

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