The Broken Boy

     Intro

        For years Blake Torres, a 15 year old boy, was alone. He had never felt loved. His mother had died in childbirth, giving birth to his younger twin brother, who also died. Since then, his father began to drink to cover his pain. He developed a drinking problem, and was out every night. Some nights he would come home angry. Those nights Blake was beaten; he was beaten until there were marks upon his torso, arms, and legs. He released stress by slitting his wrists. Many days he would come to school wearing long sleeves, jackets, and hoodies to hide himself. He had few to no friends, until I moved into town. 

Chapter 1

         It was a chilly morning on October 2nd. I pulled on a bright pink sweater, and jeans. Rushing to the bathroom, I grabbed  hairbrush and brushed my wavy red-auburn hair. I quickly put on a small amount of foundation, and grabbed my blush. I lightly brushed my cheeks, giving my ivory face a warm look. I put on my eyeliner and mascara. Finally, I brushed my teeth and put on my favorite pink lip gloss. "Mom! Come on! I don't want to be late on my first day!" I yelled.

        "Okay, okay," I heard my mom call from downstairs. I jogged down the stairs and grabbed my bag, pulling the strap over my shoulders. 

        "Come on mom!" I said, pulling her out the door.

        "Calm down! We have to wait for your brother." She said, pulling us both back inside.

        "JACK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I heard a groan from upstairs and my older brother ran down, with his dirty blonde hair in a mess. He grabbed an apple and his bag and ran out the door. I followed shortly after. We piled into the car, excited for our first day at our new school. We constantly moved, because my dad's job never let him stay in one place for long. He promised us that this was the last place we would move until Jack graduates from high school. Jack was a sophomore and I was a freshman. 

        I fixed Jack's hair, and once we got to the school, we looked absolutely perfect. We stepped out of the car, and I immediately grabbed Jack's hand. "You little wimp," He wispered to me.

        "I'm scared," I whispered back. He squeezed my hand.

        "It's just high school," He said. He lead me to the door, and let go of my hand to open it, and let me in. Just right to the enterence was the office, where we went to get our schedules. 

                                                   SCHEDULE

                                                                                      LAYLA SPENCER GRD. 9 

                                                                                                                        LOCKER E061

Science RM 138 Mr. Ortiz

Spanish RM 225 Mrs. Garcia 

Advanced English RM 132 Mrs. Roberts

Home Ec RM 105 Ms. Poholsky

Lunch 

Choir RM 242 Ms. Maslow

Physical Education GYM Coach Quimby, Coach Moore

History RM 134 Mr. Ostrowski

Geometry RM 136 Mr. Carlson

        So, it was my first day in a new school. I had no friends, and had no idea where to go. Waving goodbye to my brother, I went on a hunt for my locker. I found myself between two tall, handsome boys. One waved goodbye to his friend, and I continued to walk near the bright, tall, blonde boy. I tapped his broad shoulder. He looked down onto me with his grey-blue eyes. "Yes?" He said.

        "I'm new, and I was wondering if you knew where the 'E' lockers are?" I asked shyly. He smiled at me, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.

        "I was just heading that way, here, come with me. What's you're name?" He replied kindly.

        "Layla, Layla Spencer." 

        "Layla Spencer? Is your brother Jack? I met him at the park the other day, playing basketball. I'm Logan. Ask your brother about me, Logan Hunter." He said, just as a girl pulled on his arm. "Lindsay, oh hi." He said quietly. 

        "Who is this?" She said rudely, flipping her blonde hair. She was absolutely gorgeous. Brown-hazel eyes, with perfectly glowing skin. 

        "This is Layla, she's new. I was helping her find her locker," He replied, placing a hand on my shoulder, which made me shiver.

        "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Lindsay." I quietly reached my hand out to shake her hand. She slowly took my hand in hers and shook it gently. 

        "I'm Logan's girlfriend," She told me, letting go of my hand.

        "Cool," I smiled. "Since I've found my locker, do you know where room 138 is?" I asked her.

        "Yes! Mr. Ortiz is great. I'll walk you there."

        "Great! People here are so nice," I said happily.

        "I hope you'll like it here," Logan cheered. "Bye guys, I'll catch you later." I put my stuff in my locker, then Lindsay and I walked to first hour. I took an empty seat beside her, and on my other side sat an interesting boy with dark hair, a purple hoodie, and ripped jeans. Just then, the bell rang.