Jace's POV
"Kyle throw the dang football"
"Um.....I can't throw" " I mean I don't know how to throw." He says glumly.
"I've never played football, I don't even do any sports"he looks down at the ground. "Please remind me why I'm friends with you". "Because your loser who doesn't have any friends and can't make any because you don't go to a real school".
I growl. "Come back some other time I have homework".
"What do you mean you are homeschooled".
"I HAVE CHORES, JUST GO HOME".
God, he's such an idiot, he's 17 you should know how to throw a football by now. How stupid is he? I go to the backyard and sit in a rusty old looking bench and read my book.
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1 hour later
Dad screams threw the window. "JACE WILLIAM JOHNSON, GET IN HERE NOW".
I walk threw the front door.
"I just got a PHONE CALL from Kyle's parents".
Oh god here it comes.
"YOU THINK ITS OK TO YELL AT HIM, TELL HIM POLITELY OR DONT SAY ANYTHING AT ALL".
"Dad, I'm sorry, but he was on my nerves".
"What is up with you? "You've never acted like this".
"Dad don't worry about me, I gotta do stuff , so let me be". I walk back to my bedroom. I look outside my window, I see someone moving into the Sheldon's old house. A brown haired girl picks up boxes and takes them to their new house. She looks around my age. I wonder if she's going to the nearby school.Westbrook High school. The junkiest school out there. At least that's what my dad says, I don't even know what it's like. I have always been homeschooled. I wonder what it's like.
