Life, Death, Together

Chapter 2

The school year had been irritating me and the way the teachers acted was ridiculous! When you're not sure what to do storm out and never return. At Least that's what I made up a second ago but it does not matter.

I always knew that Mr. Gioke would be a mean and rude teacher, always has been. I was late to class on a test day and got everything right, but he gave me an F, lowering my overall grade and my reputation. What the heck is wrong with that guy?

When I asked him why he gave me an F he shrugged and walked away. I hate him with all my might and maybe one day i'd have the guts to punch him. My strict parents wouldn't allow that and they would be fuming when they saw my report card.

I walked down the stairs in a rush, pretty much flying down them. I had enough of this stupid school with strict rules and teachers. I went to the main office and just broke down, I threw all the papers and all the boxes on the floor before rampaging out. "I'm done!" My heavy breathing made me sound angrier than I was.

I walked out the door before running out of there within five minutes. I was sick and tired, mentally and physically. I ran on the empty sidewalks before sitting down on a bench and putting my hands on my cheeks.

The wood on the bench annoyed my bottom but I ignored it, there's bigger problems now. My parents were ghosts and were "supposed" to be scary, mean, with a little bit of a heart mushed into that. But what they actually were towards me was, strict, rude, obnoxious, heartless...

The list went on and on. It's not that I hated them but, they were annoying and, you know what maybe I do hate them. But still. I should head home anyway, get scolded, grounded, then stay in my room.

I walked against the hot sidewalk and my feet hurt like hell. I looked up to find a group of elder dragons flying in the sky. They say you can turn into your mythical creature when your mature. Some mature at 3, others at 60.

I'm 16 now. I haven't transformed yet but my parents don't worry about it. They are wolves, lower class, but that doesn't matter to me yet. I was paranoid, upset, I don't know what else I could possibly be.

I bumped into someone and it sent me flying-

My head hurt and my thoughts ran like a sports car trying to figure out if I turn or not.

"Watch where you're-" A guy looked back at me, the popular guy. He was a robber, a jerk, a bully, and pretty much everything. He sighed before grabbing my hand and helping me up. "Sorry!" I say before running off, embarrassed and scared of what this guy might do to me. We must have lived in the same neighborhood if we were going the opposite way.

I ran and typed in the code to the door. 6-9-3-4, a code that I had no choice over. I ran inside and closed the door before locking it and scrambling to my room. My dog, Lulu, chased after me wanting to play. The husky sniffed me all over before jumping on my bed. I pet her soft heading as the fur flew everywhere.

I collapsed on my bed and Lulu started licking my forehead before jumping off and barking out the window. I looked outside, my parents were home. My mom answered a call before opening the door. "Get your butt in this living room, right now." I quickly left my room before going to the living room.

She put her hand on her forehead before pinching her arm. "What the heck were you thinking?" I could tell by her wrinkles she was mad as hell. The couch behind her distracted me for a second, the light reflected a weird figure of her, her creature.

She was mad. Really really really mad. "You." She cursed at me before pointing her little sharp nail back to my room. "Go." I looked at her. "Yes ma'am." I quickly sped through the hall and opened my door and slammed it lightly.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" I'm grounded, probably, my mom was mad at me and I got an F on my test. What else could possibly go wrong?