Metanoia.

Chapter:1

A/N:Before we begin in case your wondering "WHAT IS METANOIA?!?" It's right above also, hope you enjoy the first chapter..

Metanoia: (Noun) The journey of changing one's mind,heart,or way of life.

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I was sitting in my very uncomfortable chair the color of a blue sticky lollipop. My thighs were even sticking to it may I add. Trying not to fall asleep while hearing Mr.Myers (My history teacher) ramble on about world war: 2 for the 3rd time this week. I put my head down because I couldn't keep it up and longer.

"Ms.Walker! Head up now! Do you wanna fail this test!?" He said folding his arms across his chest.

"Mr.Myers in all respect this is the 3rd time this week I've heard this I don't think I'll fail the test." One thing about me is I speak my mind. I don't even think about what I'm about to say I just say it. It's kind of a flaw of mine I don't taste my words before I spit them out.

"Just stay awake." Mr.Myers shot back and turned to write things on the board. The whole class looked as if they were gonna doze off any second. Kinda like kittens without naps wait no vicious tigers. Yep that. Then the bell rang. Saved by the bell. I walked put of class and seen him.
Cameron Johnson our school bully. Everyone hates him except me I mean I don't hate anyone.

"Oh hey grandma Vivian!" He yelled at me as I stepped out. My name is kind of old sounding but still he has the nerve to call me grandma!?

"Oh yes young grandchild." I replied in a calm tone and a smirk grew upon my face. I rather use humor to get out of situations.

"Hm for some reason I don't hate you today grandma." He said leaning on my shoulder.

"Your gonna hate me if you don't get you arm off of my shoulder." I said through my teeth and my face getting red of anger. Okay maybe I didn't use humor all the time...

"Aw fine, by the way you look like a tomato." He removed his arm off of me.

"Why are you such a bully to everyone you come across?" I asked with curiosity in my tone. My hands on my hips.

"Maybe because you guys are all losers and I'm awesome." He said smiling a little to bright for my liking. "Except you you're not really a loser your more of a.." He trailed off. "Ah I got it! A loner! Yeah that's it! You have no friends at all."

"Maybe because everyone kind of hates me..?" I said that because it was true everyone hated me for getting good grades, not having the latest gossip, and not talking about clothes or lip gloss. Just the thought of those things makes me wanna puke.

"You're almost right except there's one person who doesn't hate you." He said smiling.

"And that is?"

"Me, grandma how could I hate my own grandmother?" He said softly whispering in my ear and with that he was gone.

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When I got home I threw my book bag on my bed and plopped down. I heard music blasting from next door. They must of threw another party. I thought to myself.

About 15 minute's went by and I was getting bored already. I get bored fast.

I guess I could take my dog Tank to the park for a walk. Tank was my dog since I was 13 I'm now 17 he's a american bulldog and weighs a lot. He looks tough but, he's about as gentle as a butterfly.

When we got to the park I glanced at one of the benches just to see Cameron. Great.... Just my luck. Maybe if I stay away from him he won't see me.

"Grandma! You take your dog here too!" Cameron shouted across the park. Why, why me? what did I ever do to deserve this? I asked myself.

"Yes." I replied coldly.

"This is my dog Lilly." He pointed towards the small Chihuahua next to him.

"She sure is small compared to Tank." I gestured next to me Tank standing close.

"Lilly's better I assure you." He smirked.

"Tank is way better yours isn't even a dog its a shoe!" I yelled laughing.

"She is more than that at least call her a expensive high heel." He smirked.

"Fine expensive high heel." I couldn't help but, to laugh.

"You're not as bad as all the girls at school grandma, I haven't heard you talk about lip gloss even once."

"Stop calling me grandma peter griffin." Even though he didn't look like him even one bit he was tall I guess for a guy his age, had blue eyes the color of ice. They had no emotion behind them. He had jet black hair. The color of his heart. And finally these little freckles sprinkled a crossed his nose. Probably the best thing about him was these freckles.

"I look nothing like that dude!" He yelled. I laughed.

"I look nothing like a grandma." I defended myself throwing my hands in the air.

"Yes but, your name sounds like one loser." Is all he said and his voice turned cold. Was this dude bipolar or what?

"Stop being such a bully all the darn time!" I yelled

"Why shouldn't I be one if I have to deal with people hating me everyday? Bully or not. Not just that no matter how hard I try I can never, have a good life never! So why should I even try to be nice anymore?" He shouted his voice growing even colder.

At that moment I had a new goal in my life. That was To change the way Cameron Johnson thought about it. I was going to change the bully. I didn't care what it took.

A/N: Hey guys so um how's the whether... Good that's good... JUST KIDDING.. Anyway how did you like the first chapter? Hope it was good this is kinda different from what I usually write so new is exiting I guess. Well bye my POTATO'S!

~Misfit.