The Secret Life of Damon (On Hold)

Chapter 2

I don't think we have been properly introduced. Hi. My name is Damon. I don't care what people think of me. I don't care what I look like, or who I'll grow up to be. I don't care about my education, or how much trouble I cause anyone. And I wouldn't consider myself smart, nor stupid. Some people think I might be able to become brilliant someday. I might become a scientist or some really smart dude who sits behind a desk and makes 200 bucks per month. My only problem with that is that's not my style. I would rather be tortured for three weeks. No, really. I do not want to wear a dull grey outfit every day of my life. I don't want to find a girl, and settle down. Even if it's Hallie. I mean, it's not that she isn't the most adorable thing I have ever seen. I just don't want kids, or a house, or a wife. I want to travel, with a camera and a journal and someone to take with me. Preferably Hallie. 

I can't express how much I want Hallie. I don't think she wants me, though. Considering I constantly get into trouble, while she sits quietly on her little chair in class and does whatever the teacher tells her to do. 

Anyways, let's get back to me. My mother disappeared all of a sudden when I was six. A few years later, she was declared dead and we had a really depressing funeral. Since then I've been with my dad. It's not pleasant living with him. What I mean is we fight. A lot. Almost every single night. Usually it's about school, but sometimes it's about something stupid I did at home or just not in school. He's not abusive. Just... loud. He works someplace downtown, as a lawyer. He makes a lot of money, so our house is fairly big. Bigger than the average house, but not a mansion. 

I could probably get a really good job, if I actually tried at life. I could get into a good college and have a good future. But I don't want to. I don't want a complicated life, or job. I don't want to be famous, or known well, by anyone. 

To escape my life I listen to music and draw. Digitally and traditionally. Sometimes I find myself drawing Hallie, and I don't even notice it. I usually listen to pop/rock music or a mix of the two. 

Basically, to sum up my life, I'm a rich kid, whose mother died and after that he started fighting a lot, especially with his dad, failing at school and eventually stopped caring about everything. Except Hallie. He's always cared about Hallie. 

When I think about it like that I realize my life is pretty bad.

Sorry this chapter was so short. I was basically using it just to explain what is happening in this book, because the description was a little vague. Anyways, mind leaving a vote? Or checking out a couple of my other books (only got 2) Leave a comment. I'd be happy to hear some feedback and please tell me if I made any mistakes in the book (grammar wise)

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