Chapter 2-What an asshole

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August 5th 1969


I have basically spent my entire Summer by myself. I didn't really go out. I just stayed at our new house. Packing and unpacking. I think I have rearanged the way my room looks 20 odd times. I only went out with Josh, and we went to visit the beach, there was a bunch of boys who looked around Josh's age were there. They asked him if he wanted to hang out with them. He accepted, leaving me by myself. Which I was fine with. I stayed by the rockpools, looking at starfish, and little fish in the water,collecting rocks and shells. I saw a group of boys who looked my age and two girls, one looked my age and the other, slightly younger.

It seemed they were playing some sort of game. I couldn't tell what. I didn't really care. I carried on with what I was doing, trying to block the noise of the shouting and squealing coming from the group.When water was splashed in my face.

I lifted my hands to my face to wipe the water away, when I was then roughly shoved over onto the rocks. Where a broken beer bottle conveniently lay, slicing my hands and arms open. I got up to see who it was, and a boy who looked only about a year or 2 older than I was, stood there with a smug look on his face.

"What the hell was that for!" I said loudly to the boy, drawing attention from parents and kids alike. "Why the fuck are you just looking at the water, fucking weirdo". He said laughing, as some of his friends joined him laughing with him. "Its called nature" I said blankly, I then muttered "estupideces" (dumbshit). As I tried walking away he said

" What the fuck did you just call me." He then grabbed my hair, and pulled me onto the sand, his friends grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me to the ground. My blood was everywhere by this point. He picked up a piece of glass and held it to my face, " Your gonna tell me what you said you little shit, or" he said holding up the glass to my face, " there are gonna be consequeces."

I didn't say anything, then just as he was about to cut my face, a boy from the group from earlier, with dark curly hair and a bandana shoved him into the rocks, right where I had landed earlier, picked him up by the collar, and slammed him against the rocks again, he was whispering something to him, I couldn't tell what. Then a boy with big blonde hair who looked only a year or so younger than my brother no older than 10 or 11, started to beat the shit out of both the guys who had been holding me down.

I crawled away from the situation, my arm throbbing. A boy helped me up gently, he had fluffy curly hair, with brown eyes and was shorter than me. It looked like he was about to say something to me when one of the girls from earlier came over and shoved him out the way going "Holyshityourbleedingsofuckingmuchholyshitfinneygoandgetsomeonethosekidswhoweretryingtobeatyouupareabsaluteassholesyoudontwantobenearthemwhyareyoualoneandalsoyouwererellybravebackthereand-" She saw I was slightly scared and confused. So she stopped and went. "Hi I'm Gwen." she said extending her arm "Elena". I said shaking her hand.

Before we could do anything else, my brother rushed over to me and picked me up and dragged me away before I could say  thank you or goodbye. He was with his new friends. All of them 12 year old boys going into 7th grade. We went home, he brought his friends with him, and we all filed into the house and Josh sat me on the counter top. Getting medical supplies, his friends were talking to me trying to make me laugh and be distracted from the alcohol being put on the cuts, Frank watching from the doorway. I learned their names, marcus,sam and colby. Marcus, had dark skin and dark eyes with a fluffy afro witha few braids in the back of his hair. Sam was light skinned and his hair was a mousy-brown colour, wavy and messy, with green eyes identical to mine. Colby was tanned, and had brown eyes and curly blonde hair. They were all quite tall and lean. Sam was the shortest out of all of them. Josh was the tallest.

They explained to me, that the boy who hurt me was Moose Freeman, a boy in 5th grade who thinks he's the boss of everyone. He is followed by his two cronies Jack Davis and Nate Jones-the guys who held me down.

Then they also explained about the big group of kids that helped me.

Gwendolyn Blake and Donna James; (idk if thats donna's real last name but i didn't know what it was so I made it up, if you guys know what her real last name is tell me)The only two girls of the group, Gwen in the year below me, foul-mouthed and feisty,not afraid to throw a punch or cuss someone out, if it comes to her family or friends. Donna, same year group as me, quiet but lethal if you harm someone she cares about,there's no question of just how far she'll go.

Billy showalter; Is the local paper boy, same year group as me.

Griffin Stagg; Quiet,shy and nerdy. Same year group as Gwen.

Bruce Yamanda; 6th grade,popular, on the baseball team,has a sister the same age as Gwen.

Finney Blake; Brother of Gwen, Same age as me,loves science and all things Space. Constantly getting bullied and beaten up.

Then the boys who beat up moose and his gang:

Vance hopper;6th grade, tall for an 11 year old, wants to fight everyone, obssesed with the new pin ball machine at the grab 'n' go.

And then Robin Arellano; Same age as me, strong fighter, will beat up anyone no matter who if they harm his friends.

"Robin Arellano?" I said. "Was that the kid with the bandana and curly hair?" I asked as I watched Josh wrap bandages around my arms and hands. " Yup" Marcus replied,picking up his drink and sipping on it. "Rumor has it that he beat up a kid in our grade one time, but you know, i don't know wheather thats actually true or not." Sam said shrugging. "I think we should probably go home now. Its starting to get dark." Sam pointed out. The others agreed. and started heading for the door. Then I shouted at them still confused "Wait, if you don't know about what happened with that kid then who would?!" "Ask a girl called Christine Alden, knows everything about everyone!" Colby shouted from the doorway. walking onto the drive with the other 2 boys.

I learned a lot about the types of people in this town. One of them being moose, what an asshole, whom would continue to taunt me throughout my life there.

I went to bed that night. Thinking about 3 things. Why had those kids helped me? What did Robin say to Moose? And who the fuck was Christine Alden, and where could I find her?

Little did I know, the answer to my last question, had already seen me, and was just as curious about me as I was her. I wouldn't know the answer to the first 2. Not until years later anyway...

(A/n ya'll so I am trying my best with american names and stuff but idk what you guys call everything, bc I'm british. We don't call things grades, we call them year groups and for example if you are in 7th grade in America, you would be in Year 8 in Britain.Anways hope your enjoying the book and chapters so far, if you guys could leave a vote and comments because it really helps to motivate me to post more chapters(not forcing) and I love hearing from you guys and what you think of my writing,love you xx)



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