Darkest Twists

Chapter 1

Im fifteen, in eighth grade. My dad is living with us again. It was a Wednesday after school. I stayed for a club meeting. We were discussing an upcoming field trip, but now it was time for everyone to go home. The teacher had something to do, so he left. His final words being, "If you need anything, the football players are having practice in the field out back." Great, I was stuck there with some guy I didn't know. Without realizing it, I let out a sigh. "Is everything alright?" The boy said. I look at him, a little surprised. He had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Looked like an athletic type of guy, which is why it surprised me that he was speaking to me. I quickly glanced around me, checking if anyone was around me, before I replied.

"Uhm, yeah. Everything's fine." The boy looked at me, a little concerned.

"There is someone coming to get you, right?" I looked at the ground.

"I hope so." Before he could say anything, some guys came out of the school building. One looked at me and yelled "Boooobbssss!" I rolled my eyes in disgust and turned my head. The one who yelled was white and tall with curly brown hair. The other was an even taller black guy with short jet black hair. They walked to us, the black guy talking and being a normal guy, while the other just kept yelling "boobs" every five minutes. God, please get me out of here. "So, what are y'all doing here?" The black guy asked. I never did catch his name. Oh well.

"We're waiting for parents to pick us up. Well, I am. I think she's just hoping someone remembered she's here."

"Eh, they'll notice I'm missing eventually. If nothing else, I'll walk home. Wouldn't be the first time."

"You live near here?" The guy asked.

"Not exactly. I live out there near Wilcox."

"That's a long walk. Dangerous, too. Might need me to walk you home. You know, for protection." He gave me a wink, and I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Ah, you'd love that. I see it on your face." Another wink. All of a sudden a car pulled in, it was mine.

"Well, that's me. See ya, boys." They all waved and said their goodbyes. I was a little sad to go, but I was happy to finally get home and relax. But, like always, the odds weren't in my favor. As soon as I got home, my mom started yelling. She always yelled over useless, random things. It's like, "Oh hey, a fly! I'm going to yell at you now!"

Ridiculous, right? Tell me if I'm over reacting here, but that's pretty ridiculous. Right now, she was yelling at me over dishes. I didn't wipe the counters down. I'm sorry, but in my mind, doing the dishes has nothing to do with wiping counters. Maybe it's just me, though. Nonetheless, through the yelling, I started my daily chores. Dishes first. When my mom got bored with yelling, she went to her room. I was almost done with chores, and I hadn't heard anything from my mom. I decided to go check on her, try to cheer her up. As soon as I opened the door- BOOM!