Steven Fernandez Fanfiction

"Leave the girl alone"

Janelle

"Mom! I'm home."

I raced up the stairs and sighed in relief that I was finally home. I threw my books on the floor and jumped on my bed. Man did I miss my bed. I noticed some of my things were scattered and forgot that I was supposed to start packing. I was actually really excited, but sad because I was leaving my bestest friend, Ashton.

Nobody really cared about me, but my family and Ashton did. All my life I've been bullied, until one day this popular boy had stood up to me. It was a group of three boys, one hella tall and two short. They kept shoving me until..

"Ay leave the girl alone."
He shoves the three boys.
"You ain't in this hon. Now fuck off."
"Don't tell me to fuck off,"
He had forcefully grabbed his collar and shoved him into the lockers, making a huge clank sound. "now. how about you tell your boys to quit it or else I will shove my fists in their mouths." Grasping his fists together. He then slowly let him go and shoved him to his friends.
The boy gulped down, scarred for life. "Hey uhm boys. Let's go and leave him and his "girlfriend" alone."

After that, we've been best friends ever since.

"HON,I PACKED A FEW OF YOUR THINGS, CAN YOU START PACKIN UP?"

"Yea mom. I got it!!"
I yelled back.
I opened my closet and grabbed a bunch of clothes. I chucked them at my bed and sat down. I started to grab my shoes,socks,panties, and bras.
I set them down onto my bed and stood up. Sitting down, I started to fold my clothes and place it into my backpack and my luggage.

After I finished putting everything in my backpack, it looked like a fat old bunny who just stuffed himself with a shitload of carrots. But it looked cute though. I finally stuffed the empty pockets with my so called "jewerly." There was a choker, sun and moon bracelet and etc.

"MOM I FINISHED PACKING MY STUFF."

"OKAY SWEETIE. NOW COME DOWNSTAIRS AND COME EAT WITH US."

I raced down the stairs like a little child. I went down to see a Michael stuffing his whole face with pasta. "Cuhmn andh eaht." He muffled and a piece of pasta flew out.

Mother scolded him and slapped him on the shoulder. I gave out a chuckle.

"Michael! Don't talk with your mouth full!"

"Sorry mom." He chuckled with a small smirk.
I quickly grabbed a plate and took some pasta.

"We are moving tomorrow."

"What?"

"Why?"

"Because tomorrow is better and I already have been scheduled work Wednesday."

Michael had moaned and look down, stuffed his face with pasta.

"So get your stuff packed up and ready to go, so that we could go straight to Compton."

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ayee okay so I'm editing these chapters because my writing has matured from now.