Hello. My name is Ronnie Thomas and I am 17 years old. I am in my last year of high school. Highshool is torture for me ... Name calling, fist fights, my head being shoved down shit infested toilets. Oops. Excuse my foul language. I'm not very cheery today.
"RONNIE!" I hear my mom calling from downstairs. Probably calling me for breakfast.
"BREAKFAST IS READY!" .... Didn't I tell you? Well this is how my morning goes every... Single... Morning.
"COMING MOM!" I scream as I rub the sleep from my eyes. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and slip on my slippers. I look in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. As ugly as ever. I grab my hairbrush from the dressing table beside my bed and try my hardest to brush the tangles from my hair "Thats as good as you're going to get today, Ron." I grumble. I stomp down the stairs and the smell of eggs and very unhealthy bacon hits me. I'm not eating that if I want to lose weight.
"Mom?" I say softly as I enter the kitchen.
"Yes dear?" .. "I don't feel well. I think I'll skip breakfast this mornin." I put my hand on my stomach faking a pained expression.
"You best stay home from school today then, you don't want to give all your classmates the flu do you?" She asks.
"I think I'm able to go to school." I smile softly trying to get away with it.
"Okay. We'll see how you are later. If your not well your going to have to stay home tomorrow. Okay?" I could tell she was worried about me. And I felt bad for lying to her. Ever since dad was killed she has acted more protective of me . I know she doesn't want to lose me too. Our family has been through a lot. And I will explain throughout my story.
"Okay." I say as I walk upstairs to my bedroom to get dressed. I pick out a purple hoodie and black sweats and my white converse. I apply some mascara and some eyeliner.
I wait outside for my bus. I look to my right just as I hear a door slam to my left. I look to my left quickly.
"I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK LISA!' I hear my neighbour, Jake shout at his mother. Her head is sticking out the upstairs window and was shouting at her son. "GET A FUCKING JACKET, JAKE. YOU WILL FUCKING FREEZE!" she shouted back."YOU WOULDNT FUCKING CARE!!" He screams at her, slamming his fist against the door. "You're right. Maybe I wouldn't."
Jake looks over at me sending me an apologetic smile. I just shrug. The bus pulls up in front of me and I hop on. "Hey Joe." I grin at the driver. "Mornin, young lady." I walk to the middle of the bus and sit down as the bus drives to school.
I guess I should tell you about Jake walkers. He is 18. He has black hair and piercing blue eyes. He has a lot of piercings . Most on his face. I mean... They are all on his face to my knowledge... Okay maybe I did peek on him getting changed. But you would too so don't judge. He doesn't get on with his mom Lisa. And his dad Daniel had left Lisa because she cheated on him. Lisa demanded custody of Jake and his sister Hannah. Jake was my best friend for ages. Until something bad happened and we stopped talking.
The bus pulls into the side of the school and I get off. I walk a long the pavement trying to fix my backpack that was falling off my shoulder. I bump into somebody and my bag falls to the floor, my books flying everywhere. "Shit. Watch where you're going!" I say angrily. "Damn. I'm sorry I can't look everywhere at once!" The person replies. I roll my eyes and squat down picking up my books. Somebody else squats down beside me picking up my books. "Thanks.. " I mumble and take my books from him. "Sorry... For bumping into you. I can make it up to you ... Hang out with me at lunch..?" I glance at the not so stranger Jake. "I guess.." I sigh.
I make my way down the pavement to the school glancing behind me to see Jake staring at me. I smile softly and look ahead.
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Hey guys, so this is yet another new book. I Will continue writing TPA but it will take time. Sorry for a shitty first chapter... Anyway... Stay cool guys xoox
