This chapter is back to Jeremy's POV
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Science as usual, then math. Nutrition passes easily, like water over a smooth surface. Then it's time for Gym, my least favorite class of the day. I'm not like hopelessly unatheletic, I just don't like being graded on how well I can play sports. I'm athelitic, but not sporty. That made no sense, I know. Anyway, I go into the locker room to change and the late bell rings. Well, looks like I'm late now. I finish changing and turn around to see a meaty wall in front of me as the smell of heavily used Old Spice attacks my nostrils.
"So you made my baby sis cry, huh? You ready to learn a lesson, Punk? I hope you don't bleed too much, cause that's a hassle." Said the meat chunk standing on front of me. I met his fiercely glaring eyes to see the same eyes that had been filled with tears two nights earlier. Ah, so this is the alledged drug-using, abusive asshole that threatened to kill Aislynn.
"I'll try not bleed, but no promises." I said with a smirk. I wasn't afraid of this guy.
"You think your bein' funny? We'll see who's laughing later." He said, advancing towards me. He pulled a Kershaw knife out of his belt and came closer. I pulled out my butterfly knife that I kept on me at all times, because I had been mugged twice when we lived in New York, and cut once by a crazy chick in 7th grade. He sized up the knife and then came at me, fast. He jabbed for my head as I sidestepped him, and he stabbed a locker. He lunged at me again, this time grazing my upper arm, as I stabbed into his shoulder, as hard as I could. He yelled in pain, and clutching his arm, tried to run from the room. I grabbed his wrist to keep him from getting me told on, and he raised his hand and cut me at least an inch into my forehead. He ran from the room, and everything slowly faded out of vision. The last thing I remember before it all went dark is the Teacher, The assisstant, and the principal running into the locker room.
I had a lot of fun writing this, and I'll try to update at the very least once a week, maybe twice since I have to go to a no phone allowed summer camp, but bear with me please.
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The New Boy
FantasíaJeremy Lovoner is an "ordinary" teen. To his people any way. This is the story of how he copes with being a modern teen. (Jeremy looks like Andy Biersack)
