Chapter 1

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Skater boy- chapter 1
-Avery -
Math.. Mental abuse to humans.. If we already learned the basics why Do we have to go into more complicated bullshit if our field of work doesn't require it? Like If you want to be a scientist or a doctor or something yeah your  going to need extra math but If you want to be a.. Artist for instance you don't need to solve for x when y is a number of pie divided by an imaginary number . Now I know what your probably thinking.. A nerd that hates school? Well okay I wouldn't really classify myself as a nerd more like the better grades I get the fast I can get out of this hell hole and off to New York. Anyway back to math. My teacher miss birds she's a skinny woman early thirty's brown hair green eyes. she is supper strict and just a bitch... Some of the other students mostly Taylor huts call her miss bitch which in my oppion is extremely un original but of course I'd never tell Taylor hunts that! He's part of the 'skater boy's' which is our schools ' bad boys'. Anyway the greatest thing that could take me away from this god awful class is the school bell signaling the end of school. I stand up straightening my shorts and my tights. See im wearing shorts over tights which to quote Riley heart who is the schools queen bee ' so 7th grade ' but I don't give two shits it's comfortable. Anyway I grab my stuff and start walking out pulling my phone from my back pocket and starting to find a song as I hear miss birds ' Taylor this is the third test you've failed in the last two weeks!" My back is to them but I could see him shrug " you need to straighten up or else your going to get kicked out!.. You need a tutor " I freeze. I'm on the tutor sign up sheet.. Not voluntary might I add " miss Evans  come here " I mentally cuss myself out for not walking faster.. And for being on that sheet. I walk over and stand next to Taylor as miss birds starts talking " you shall tutor Taylor get him ready for the next test " I nod without a word knowing I couldn't get out of it and she walks out I look at Taylor and he's looking at me " um so .. I mean we don't actually have to do this I mean we can just say that we studied " I say not looking at him anymore, I'm looking down at my shoes and the stupid things my friends have drawn on them. When I hear his deepish voice " no uh I mean I could use some help anyway " I look up he rubs the back of his neck  I nod slowly " okay well uh how do you wanna do this?" He shrugs " you doing anything right now?" I pause thinking about it " yeah I uh Im working at the day care down the street " he nods " alright well I guess we can start tomorrow ?" I nod and he brushes past me and walks out the door. I put my head phones in and kids in the dark by all time low starts playing and I smile and I walk out of the class walking to my locker before walking out the double doors and walking down the street to ' happy times ' day care. I walk through the blue door and I am instantly greeted with a pair of little arms wrapping around my legs. I look down and joey's smiling up at me. He's 4 and has brown hair and green eyes with little specks of gold " hey Jo-Jo" he lets go and grabs my hand softly " hi miss Avery guess what!" I look down at him as we walk to my room I work with the kids that are a little older like 4-10. " what?" He smiles wider if that is even possible "remember that tooth that was really really wiggly and you said it would fall out any day now?" I nod " well it did! Today durning recess I took a bite of an apple and it came out" I laugh softly " well jo-jo that's great I'm happy for you.. Your growing up so. Much soon your going to be dating" he frowns "noo! Girls have cooties !" I shake my head " well hey I'm a girl " he looks up at me again " yeah but your different miss Avery " I laugh as we reach my room I open the door and the kids are playing.. Drawing  and playing the instruments. As soon as I close the door there's a collective of voices saying " hi miss Avery!" I smile and take my back pack off and start doing my job
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I walked out of the building my backpack on my back as Lindsey closes and locks the door. Lindsey is 21 she has brown hair blond highlights. Dark brown hair. She's stunning guys are always falling at her feet but she doesn't pay attention." You know av you should get out more it's Thursday night and your going home and watching doctor who " I shake my head " for your information it's teen wolf and Lines if you haven't noticed I'm not the most popular girl at my school " she shrugs " still girl you gotta get out there this is your last year of high school and you've never been to a party " I shake  my head " lie I did go to Kyle's party the one where they where jumping off the roof in costumes into a small pool in his front yard" she shakes her head " wasn't that last year?" I nod and she rolls her eyes " just at least thing about going out tomorrow night "I groan " fine" she smiles and waves goodbye and walks the opposite direction and I start walking home. I pass the dance studio and I see a light on but I decided against going in. As much as I love it there I should get home. After about 10 minutes of walking I make it home. I walk in and I duck as a plate goes flying across the living room.. Their at it again. I sigh and make my way up stairs but I can hear the screaming and yelling no matter how loud teen wolf is in my ears. The fighting stops around midnight and I walk down stairs to get some dinner and a drink. There's broken glass all over the floor. The little tree we got in Ohio was laying on the floor with its pot in shambles. Old family photos framed where cracked. The room was a mess. I walk to the fridge pulling out the spaghetti mom made and I put some on a plate and beat it up quickly grabbing a Mountain Dew and and a fork making my way back upstairs and continuing teen wolf Yep my normal Thursday..

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First chapter done! I hope you liked it I shall be back soon. Have a good morning/afternoon/night where every you are in the world bye ~ maya

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