Chapter 1

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by the-gay-ones-out

by the-gay-ones-out

It happened again! I was washing dishes like a normal child should. I picked up a plate and it started cracking. When I sat it down it exploded! BOOM!!! No, not really like boom, but more of a smash. Like if you were to smash a plate with a hammer. I had just fought with my mother, like the time before. Last time it was with a measuring cup. It shattered in my hand, but the glass didn't cut me.

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I woke up realizing that it was Friday. I got ready for school and stood outside waiting for the bus. I HATE the bus. I ride bus 6, and so do they. By "they" I mean the coerces, the bullies, the tormenters, the mean kids. You get the point, right? I somehow managed to get to school without them picking on me. I go to my locker and I'm cautious while looking out for them. Hudson sees me and walks over, "Hey, sis. Did they............pick on you any?" his voice is barely a whisper, he says it so quietly.

"No, actually, I somehow managed to avoid them the whole ride here. I can't believe I did it, either." I try to keep it cool, but I'm getting excited. I got excited because it was Friday. FRIDAY!!!!! Friday. We have test on Friday. Yay...Test... I walked to first hour. Mrs. Jactson's class. I'm not sure she likes me very much. I sit down in my seat and wait for her to call roll. Five minutes later she sits down in her chair and starts to call roll,"Joshua?"

"Here."

"Sadie?"

"Here."

"Zane?"

"Here."

"Clair...eezee...anna?"

" You know you can call me Clair, right? And yes, I'm here," I say politely. Don't want to make her mad on Friday, do I?

"Yes, I do know but I find it more polite if I say your real name during roll call... Claireseona," she sounds annoyed. She shakes her head and looks down to finish roll call.

Is she annoyed with me? The questions burns in my head. Why doesn't she like me? Does she say my real name because she knows that it annoys me? When will this day be over? "So many questions, so little answers." that's what my uncle would always say to me every time I asked 5 questions in a row. I miss him. My uncle. He was nice and didn't deserve to be killed the way he was, or even killed at all. He would always tell me and Hudson, my older brother, stories from his childhood. They were great stories too.

I look up from my desk only to see that she was passing out papers. I get my paper and look at it. Benchmark End of 1st Semester Writing Test. Great!!! Just great!!! I didn't think she would give us our test today. I read the instructions and think about what my story is going to be about. I have always loved writing and can't wait to start. I fill in the blank line before I start. My Topic: Dystopian books. I smile.