Untold Stories –Book 1
Joey’s Story
Chapter 1
“You’re just a lowlife creeper!” She shouted at me, making the whole classroom go silent. I looked around the room at the faces staring back at me. “Leave me alone and go join your family.”
Tears threatened to spill over and roll down my cheek. I clenched my teeth and shoved her out of the way as I ran toward the door. Once I got into the hallway, I leant up against the wall and slowly sat down, covering my face with my hands.
I was sensitive on the family subject. Everyone knows they died almost a full year ago in a house fire. My father wasn’t paying attention while he was cooking and everything suddenly burst into flames. He was the first to die. Then it was my mother who had been in the other room, she tried to save him but got burned alive. My little sister was last; she burned away in her crib up stairs.
I wasn’t home that day.
So now every time someone mentions my family, I tear up and end up making a fool out of myself.
And of course, to make it worse, people started spreading rumors about what really happened. Someone told the whole school I had paid someone to kill them, just because we had fought the day before.
My girlfriend at the time, Alexandria, told me I had gone insane and left me for another man. What I don’t get is how they got so close so fast. But then again, Alexandria was one of those girls who moved from guy to guy.
I sat in silence, listening to the scolding the teacher was giving out to Miranda. She was the skanky cheerleader of the school. Her ‘friends’ would follow her around like lost little puppies and take notes on everything she did.
“I hate this school.” I growled to myself and wiped away a tear that had escaped when I wasn’t paying attention.
As other students passed me in the hall they threw hate comments at me like it was nothing. “Hey, loser, did you go and kill someone else?” Roger laughed and thumped my forehead before walking away with his friend.
This would happen daily, but for some reason I wasn’t getting used to it.
The bell rang and I slowly got up and waited patiently while people walked out of the classroom before I went in to grab my stuff.
“Joey, Miranda tells me you were trying to threaten her.” The teacher, Miss Allen, walked up behind me and watched carefully as I swung my black backpack over my shoulder.
I turned to her without a single trace of surprise on my pale face. “I did no such thing, you should know by now that I would never do that.” I gritted my teeth and stared into her dark green eyes. “I thought you understood what I was going through!”
“Now Joey…”
I threw my hand up to stop her lame excuse and walked toward the door. Once outside, I made my way to the front doors with my shoulders slumped and my hands in the pockets of my black skinny jeans.
“I heard you made some pretty rude comments to Miss Miranda.” One of the school’s Jocks stepped in front of me. When I tried to step around him he would mimic my steps.
“I didn’t say anything to her. She’s lying about everything.” I kept my head low, not wanting to see his ugly face.
He wrapped his hand around my neck and forced me to look at him. “Don’t get snappy with me boy. I have no problem beating up little emos.” His grip tightened making me gasp for air.
“Put that boy down!” The principal came running out of the school just in time to save my life.
The jock dropped me to the ground. I slowly stood up, trying to fill my lungs with air. Once I was to my feet, I dashed past him and off school grounds. If I had any chance of living to see tomorrow, I had to get out of there fast.
A few minutes had passed and I had already made it into town. I stopped and let the cool fall air fill my lungs while I leant up against the side of a brick building.
“Running for those memories I see.” A few adults walked by laughing at my loss. People around here aren’t the nicest. “Are you seeing dead people?” One of them questioned me with a laughing tone.
I tried my best to ignore them as I walked off. It was all starting to get to me though. What people don’t understand is that life is complicated and making people sad or angry just to make yourself feel better, doesn’t help anything.
Storm clouds rolled across the sky making the sky darken. I started to run toward home when it started to pour. I took shelter in the nearest ally and waited with my backpack over my head.
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