White Rose

        CHAPTER ONE…..

Most stories start off happy and chipper. Well, this one doesn’t. Hi, my name is Dilan Casser. I’m 17 and I hate sob stories. My life revolves around sob stories. My mom has been a hooker ever since I learned how to take a crap. She’s a crystal meth user, which, in her defense is more classy than crack. My brother died in the military. Actually, he died on October 31, my birthday. Last but not least is my insanely pretty 14 year old sister, who by the way got pregnant by an 18 year old kid, and moved all the way to Pennsylvania. As sad has my life is I could make a story, huh?

So far as friends go, I have plenty. The ones that I’ll actually name are Kayo, Cannon, Nelly, Jedadiah, and Bliss. Out of all those lovely participants, I only have two I truly consider to be my blood. And those winners are Bliss and Jed. We are three different types of people. Well, Bliss and Jed are kind of the same considering he’s gay, so we’ll just compare Bliss and I. Bliss has pale even sparkly skin, long red fiery hair, and in general has a nice body. I, on the other hand, have medium smooth brown skin, long light brown hair, chestnut eyes and a body to kill for. Ahh, I guess we’re kind of the same.

School is something that I still can’t explain. It’s fun but so boring at the same time. The same rumors and gossip goes around constantly. I have one enemy and her name is Naomi Sultanas. At lunch she comes up to me and dumps all of her strawberry smoothie on me. That ticks me off so I grab her by the neck and ram her into the wall. Bad idea because that wall has yet to be fixed. We fall three stories down onto the outside lunch area. We’re both bleeding insanely. I’m bleeding from my nose and head while Naomi is coughing up blood. Oops >:)  

The principal comes outside and takes both of us inside. All of a sudden this insanely hot but mysterious looking guy walks in. He has a backpack on like he’s a student. He has black skinny jeans on, blue and white Jordan’s on, a white v-neck, and a leather black jacket on. His hair is black and spiky like Taylor Lautner’s. His skin is pale and his eyes are an ocean deep blue. He looks at me with a modest look. He quickly turns away which me makes me feel shameful. Here I am with blood all over my shirt and my hair a mess. He looks at Naomi but doesn’t turn away so quickly. Then I think, is it because I’m black?                                                            

   CHAPTER TWO…

The next day is cruel. We have all our classes together. And they want me to be his student mentor. Whatever the hell that means. I walk slowly to homeroom because you know the little bastard has to be in that class too. When I go in to the classroom he was just there. Just sitting there eyes all sparkly and beautiful, hair all spiky and black, clothes perfectly matched. Dang I want this boy. I need to stop like now. It is never gonna happen. Like never ever gonna happen.

‘’Dilan!” screams Bliss. “Get over here. I have juicy news.”

“Don’t you always”. I manage to mutter but to no surprise, Bliss hears me.

“Okay,” Bliss whispers. “You know the new kid, Chance Taylor? Well, I heard he’s single.”

“And your point is…….?” I ask glumly.

“You could get with that.”

“No I couldn’t. Nor will I ever. He’s not my type…”

Then I think to myself, if this kid came over to me right now and asked me out I would say yes. Why I lied and said I wouldn’t, I don’t know. I sit down at my seat which happens to be right next to his. Yippee. Throughout all of homeroom I was just imagining what it would be like to date Chance. What it would be like to be able to say yeah I’m dating Chance.