Fixing the broken!

Chapter 3

sorry if it takes a long time for me to wite, it just i am good forming a story in my head and find it hard to wite it .

sorry it hasnt gotten interesting yet, but i promise it will get better, just need to give infomation so you can understand better.

Entering the school compound, parked my car. The wind blew my hair away from my face as I walked to my locker. I am in collage, second semester and 21 now I would have been in my in my last semester but I had to return to high school after because I never finished. As I walked through the hallways, people scatter, letting me pass. I hated this, but people keep their distance and that was good.

The only people I have let close were Sam, Kyle and Kayla, why you ask because each one of us had a fucked up past. All loners and met on the detentions, Kyle is an artist and his art work brings so much emotion and describes in an amazing way that can’t describe it in word. We got to know each other in the art lessons more and when we got to know each other we started to talk about our pasts. He helps me to show my feel by drawing. He has raggy dangerous appearance that girls it attractive and the half smirk he wears.

Sam was an athlete and his from a rich background, he has blond and blue eyes that captives you however is a person that a dark aural and don’t socialize or flirt with anyone. But girls love him and can’t help but throw themselves at him, can’t say I blame them sometimes I myself can’t help drool over him. If I wasn’t so broken I would have fallen for him but I can’t because my heart still has a scar and don’t trust anyone with my heart. Sam has and always is my pillar of strength and I see him as my brother. Sometimes I wonder why someone as rich as him would want to be at school of people like us…. Well when I say us I mean the poor.

Well it is a public school and Kyle and Sam are well off and can afford a way better collage. Kayla is a beautiful girl who has a traumatic past……. her mother and stepdad abused her sexually, physically and emotionally, I met her one day being bullied by her step sister and her idiotic gang. I remember her fear as she coward back while they surround her. I beat the shit out of her sister and her gang and took her under my wing. It took time to trust me and the others and open up to us. She left home when she was eighteen but the still try to harm her in every way they can. But now she can defend herself and has a backbone, thanks to Sam and his classes for us. Although she is still innocent as ever and always balance us and make sure we stay out of trouble which happens a lot. She is and always will be like a sister, although were completely opposite, like day and night…. Well not emotionally.

As my locker came to view, Kayla jumped at me giving me a hug…. “Watz up tiger?” She asked giving me a playful punch…. “Hey cupcake!”  I whispered, wiggling my eyebrows, knowing she doesn’t like to be called that. “Ahhhhhhhh, don’t call me that” she growled. “Anyway have you know will be working at Gemmers for the summer to earn money for college tuition, heard they need more staff since they are having guests.”

“oh, they are having visitors this year ” I asked surprised. “Yeah that’s what I heard, , that will be staying over the summer” she answered back. Why should rich snobbish people come to a town like this for a whole summer when they would go anywhere in world. It not like this town bad, it actually the opposite its beautiful and peaceful. The Gemmers are a wealthy people and very kind. They have help the town people a lot. They are like royalties because even the government doesn’t help the town, without them the town would have crumbled.  They were a cute couple, and still loved each other till this age, they don’t walk over people because they feel on the top of the food chain. They actually come to our parties, weddings, and barbeques. Unlike other rich people think they are untouchable because they have money.

Well I was once rich but never spoilt. My parents never care for me at all and never gave me a time of day or care for my achievements. Wondered if they missed, searched for me. No! I am not going to think of them, they kicked me out and disowned me like some old toy tossed aside. I was a mistake to them; they confirmed that on that tragic night. I wasn’t perfect in their eyes unlike my sisters, never been daddy’s girl.

Kayla snapped her fingers, waking me up on my daze. “oy stop day dreaming, it our last day of term….. try to look excited….” I rolled my eyes; she can be such a drama queen when she wants to be….. The bell rang rang signaling us it time for classes, the boys aren’t here yet, trypical them always late for classes…… wonder what their excuses will be this time!

sorry, to those who accually read am a really bad and slow writer.. and i know am not the best but am tying!! :) i accually like reading than witing