Don't cry baby

Chapter 3: cry-baby

It has been a full school day and my brother won't talk to me. My last lesson was history. My teacher gave us a lot of homework to do. Like a five page essay for the weekend.

As I walked outside I could see a cigarette stand. I looked around for my brother. He wasn't out yet. I walked for a little while until I heard music blaring from a car. I listened hard to find the source. When I found it it was from a car with flames painted on it and 5 people were standing at the right hand side door. On the left was a tall boy with his arm around a short blond haired girl. On the right was a blond girl sucking on a lolly pop and next to her was a black haired girl who looked pregnant. In the middle of the five was the boy on the motorbike from earlier. He looked like he was holding onto the black haired girl's shoulder. The guy from earlier pulled out a match and lit it with his mouth.

I decided to go and talk to them. "Hi," I said with a sort of smile on my face. The boy from earlier looked me up and down and said," well what do we have here. Your a pretty little square now aren't you." He smiled.

Just then I felt someone tug at my waist. It was my brother. "Get away from her. You, you drapes." He shouted.
"We weren't harming her, we were only talking."
"Sorry, he is really over protective. What's your name anyway?"
"It's wade walker but my friends call me cry-baby, well then what's your name ?"
"Dahlia black, my friends call me siren." After that you brother dragged me by the hips down the dirt road.
" Dahlia why were you talking to drapes?" I didn't speak back. A car drove past us then another and then one slowed down. It was cry-baby. He started to sing and my god he was good. A car tried to drive past his, cry-baby blew me a kiss and drove away.

Needless to say; my brother was shocked.