Chapter 1, "The Victums"
I finally get home from the Hospitol and my parents don't even care... they are more: Sad that Aunt Lizzy had passed then my broken neck... I'm very sleepy for some reason... I make my way upstairs and lay down in my bed then eventoully fall asleep... Days pass and I don't even realize it..
<56 Days Later On the first day of school>
I wake up with this baring pain on my neck "Ow...." It's a cramp from the car crash the day before. But my neck is mostly healed by now. My mom yells from the other room with a sort of nice tone "Wake up honey, school today!!"
'Urmmmhh" I let out a sigh and roll out of bed. Then get my cloths ready for my shower. My alarm clock beeps for the 7th time but I don't notice and I just walk right past it and jump into the shower.
"Aaaaaaahhh.... The one thing in my life that doesn't hate me!" I laugh a little and Mom yells from the other room: "Hurry up Honey!!! The Bus so gonna be here soon!! I don't want you to be late to your first day of school!"
I sigh and get out of the shower and discover that I have many cuts and slashes on my arms "how did that happen.....It must have been the surgery...from the crash...." I feel like I hate myself. I look down at my arm and cut it with razor knife that I find under the sink table "ehhhr." I say in pain. Then I get dressed; covering the cuts that I just made. And I make my bed then I walk downstairs
"GET GOING!!" mom yells from the kitchen. I grab my green lunch pail that seems to have some kind of sign on it but I don't remember picking this one out at the department store. Then I head to the dining room to get my pencils and put them in my picket. I head to the kitchen. "Okay mom!" I'm have a slight sadness in my voice because dad is long gone and she's the only one that I have.... I grab my breakfast and head outside to wait for the bus. Before the bus comes I throw away my breakfast. I'm staving at this point... I feel like a piece of shit inside... "There it is." I say to myself as the bus shows up late as usual. Then I limp onto the bus. "Hello guys" I try to say friendly but they just scowl at me and say "urh your back" I feel bad and sit in the back of the bus by a other 'victim' as they call it. Then this red haired guy comes up to me, his names Billy and he's the leader of the 'group' and Dislike him a lot.
"What you got there?" He takes my lunch pail "A volcano" I say sarcastically and he opens it and all of my stuff falls to the ground. "....thanks" I try not to be sad about my life anyways "haha no problem" he walks away and I try to kneel down and pick my lunch up but I have so much pain in my left knee and my arms. My drink spills and seeps through the Bus and Under the Mats and my food seems to disappear. "I wasn't gonna eat it anyways" I mutter to myself and get back up to my seat on the bus.
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TS-Book
AventureA sad and depressing story of how it is to be a middle schooler... I call it the TS-Book for "Terror School Book". ((Sorry it's taking so long for me to write this book))