Quiet Boy

CHAPTER 1 : My Life

It's a normal morning at Woodmane Highschool. The sound of squeeking sneakers hitting the floor as students and faculty are rushing thru the hallways, students laughing, last nights gossip and freshmans still looking real clueless. The weather outside is looking really bad, the clouds are rolling in and the rain is starting to shower down "Oh sweet God please dont let the angels cry," I whisper to myself hoping the rain wont bother.

"Maria" a voice called my name in the distance. I snap out of my early morning day dream, turn around and let out an agited sigh.

This morning my two younger brothers Jayden,8, and Migel ,10, amused themselves by taking the clothes I layed out on my bed for the day and decied to play hide&seek. After a good 10 minutes of playing their idiotic game I gave in and played my fun little game... Blackmail. I told them if they didn't hand me my clothes in better condition then they were when they stole it, i would make sure that mom grounds them for it.

Normaly I'm a patient girl that likes to strum on her guitar and write heart felt lyrics all night but lately I have been uneasy maybe it's the fact that my brother Marvel,20, has been hospital sick for 2 weeks now. Unfortunaly Marvel was the victim in a very serious car crash and has been laying in a coma since then. It's been really hard on me, I know it has only been 2 weeks but Marvel was my best friend, he's honestly the only one I could talk to without worrying about information leaking out to others.

As if Marvel's involvement in car crash wasn't dwelling enough, my parents can't seem to be able to pull it together for him at least and agree on anything but signing those divorce papers...

I turn around to see the calling voice behind me reaching in to hug me, it was my best friend Pheonix, she's the closest thing i have next to Marvel and we've been really tight since the 8th grade. It all started when I got bullied daily by Mindi, my sworn enemy.

"I heard about Marvel, I can't believe you havent told me," she says hugging me tightly. "Sorry, I guess I just don't wanna talk about it," I say pleading for her to say no more. "Oh okay, well... you can talk to me whenever though you know im here for you, Let's go to class I heard Mrs.sky is late, now this is some tweetable shit," Pheonix says, her last comment made me giggle and she happily grind back nowing she made me giggle.

We get to Mrs.Sky AP english class and take our usual seats at the back of the classroom but Mrs.Sky is yet to appear and we all get worried. Mrs.Sky has been teaching for 5 years now, she's very hardworking, fun, pretty and young, i'd say she's in her mid-twenties. Being late to class is definatly not a habit of hers. the last time I've seen her being late was two years ago when her grandma unfortunatly passed away on a friday but she still came to school though... very cheerless, gloomy and grief- stricken but she was present and teaching. That day I remember her teaching me the most important thing... Life goes on...