I Saved The Bad Boy

CHPT. 1 [Rooster Clock]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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In a slothful action, I reached over my bed to slam it on top of my alarm. It took me a few seconds to snap out my haze and face those black beady eyes that the rooster held, but once I did, I received that once again chilling shivers that ran throughout my body.

Now don't get me wrong I love my mom, but she buys me the most haunting items that she finds in the flea market. Ever since she bought me this rooster alarm it always held an odd aura and once in a while stuff would go missing or worst strange sounds could be heard around the house.

My mom insisted on bringing a priest to the house, but my dad would then find an excuse and say that its a wood with a creak and that we should cherish it because one day if an intruder walks in we know who's in the house.

However, there were times I thought about throwing the alarm out of my window and let it fall to my neighbor's yard and hope that whatever haunts the rooster would soon live with the Harpers.

Erasing my mindset of the rooster, I began my regular basic needs. Except I stopped myself from going to my closet when I caught my blue hair sticking from different directions heck I even had hair stuck from where my drool was coming out.

And yes I have blue hair, my parents were against it and would say I was gonna ruin my beautiful brown hair, which I then claimed that it was a boring color and that life needed more color. Which then they just gave up and left me be me.

Now before people start to think that my parents are biased, let me introduce my family. I have a younger brother name Ash whose in the sixth grade and my two parents. We are claimed as the perfect family around our community, they say that both my parents are rich and we earn all our happiness around money only. But in reality, we are just middle-class people who are trying to live life to the fullest.

Grabbing the first thing that caught my eyes I put on a pair of leggings, a black hoodie, and my black converse because it's Monday and who in the world wants to go to school so early in the morning. Once I fixed my hair and some-what of my face I walked down the stairs to confront a smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"Mom, I think Dawn is drooling" Ash tried to whisper with his annoying grin "Shut up, you mole rat" Ash just rolled his eyes at me and settles himself beside my dad to eat his breakfast.

"So I see that alarm clock worked" my mom smirked as she grabbed another plate beside her and handed it towards me, I gave her a fake smile "yes it did, I was filled with so much joy," I replied placing the bacon and pancake neatly to my plate. In a gloomy walk towards the dining table, I sat across Ash and ate my food quietly as I felt a pair of eyes staring intensely.

Looking up from my plate I squinted my eyes towards Ash "What?" he boredly ignored my response and kept staring "We're gonna be late," raising a brow I let him continue "you literally didn't hear that alarm ring for thirty minutes and you took another five minutes to look like your going your own funeral." with a widen mouth I stared at him in disbelief "Okay, says the one who dresses up like they were in the 80's." I retorted back.

In an instant, our dad's coffee was sprayed all over the newspaper and the floor as he started to laugh "Daniel! Show some respect!...kids get your stuff and go off to school, right now" my mom pointed at us, as she grabbed a rag and started to clean the coffee spill. The funny thing about the scene was witnessing my father repeating how sorry he was and then receiving a smack on the side of his head by mom as she draped the wet rag on his head.

With a dumb smile, my dad gave me a thumbs up.

While I on the other prayed for him.

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I wanted to throw my brother into a ditch and hope that my parents forget about him, "Leave it!" I screeched as we both fought over our music choice "But Dawn!" he groaned. He threw my phone on the car floor and huffed in defeat as I soon came to stop at his school "Now be gone, you hideous creature." Slamming the car door I gladly turned up the volume as Panic at the Disco played loudly.

But never in my mind did I think that my parking spot was far, but once I parked I grabbed my book bag out of my car and literally started to jog my way inside the school building along with short breaths, making me regret not participating in any gym classes.

Actually no I don't regret nothing in that gym class.

Pulling out my phone to check the time and internally smiled to myself "I have ten minutes to spare, great! That means I stayed at school longer, cool" I talked to myself with a leer plastered on my face, probably causing a couple of people to wonder why I was talking to myself and smiling while walking to school, because who does that.

I wasn't sure what was more painful, the fact that my legs felt sore from jogging to class or that I had to matrix myself from a mosh of students. Never in my life had I jumped over a student who was tying their shoe... let's just say that in that instant I felt I could conquer the world.

Yet, there's that one teacher who destroys everyone's dreams, especially Mrs. Kinnel, she's like the tyrant. There was a time I was late in her class, that she slammed her textbook on the ground from pure anger, along with a habit of breaking rulers whenever a student ticks her off.

Setting myself to my set, I pulled out my phone to see messages from my dad and a notification that I needed more storage space.

Clicking messages I began to read his response:

Message from Dad

Nice joke sweetie.......oh and also your mom is making sleep on the couch.

I shook my head and replied back

Woooooow, tell her 'how rude' you know that gets her

I waited a few seconds when I saw the bubble that said he was texting back.

Tried that, she said I'm a grown man and not a kid.

I was going to reply back and send him a gif of an old man, but Mrs. Kinnel walked in and set her hawk eyes directly on me and on my phone.

~end of 1st period~

Once the bell rang, I felt like praying to the lord for a whole year because he gave me another day to survive her class. Throughout her class, I was thinking to myself how hard I needed to bang my head on the desk to knock myself unconscious.

Giddy, I began to randomly think about how to praise the lord but I came to face a hard panel.

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