I wake up to the sound of my parents' argument and sigh. They are going at it again.I swing my legs to the side of the bed and stand. They just can't get along. I yawn then I hear glass shattering against the floor. I scream and run downstairs. Daddy is standing in front of my weeping Mommy. He is holding a shining object in his hands and is screaming at her to shut up. "I am sick of this,Ryan! Absolutely sick of it!" I move to see what is in his hands. A gun is pointing to my Mommy's hand. I silently gasp. "Connor,think about Nicole!" She screams. Then the gun goes off and I jump in front of her,too late."Mommy?" I whisper,tears running down my cheeks. When I don't hear her response,I cry and my knees give out. Warm blood is all over my nightgown. Daddy is pacing back and forth,gun still in his hands."She's gone,Nicola. Leave her alone!" He yells at me. I did not want to let her go. "I promise it is going to get better. I promise you will be alright." Before I can say anything,Daddy leaves. Alone with my dead Mommy.
My mother was killed when I was six. Leaving me with ten years of pain,regret,and being alone. After my father killed my mother,I never seen him again.
"NICOLE!" Mr. C yells,snapping me out of my reverie. I look around the classroom and sigh. No one is here. I get up and head to the door. "Sorry,Mr.C. I'll be going now" I say,feeling my cheeks heat up."Cole,wait!" He says,a little too loudly. I pause and slowly turn around. "Have you been taking your meds?" I grit my teeth. "Yes?...."I say in a questioning tone. He gives me a 'teacher' look and opens his mouth to literature me but I stop him with my finger. "Please,don't worry about me. I am totally responsible." We look at each other then burst into laughter. "Oh my gosh! Who am I kidding?!"I state through my laughs. "No offense,Cole,but you are the least responsible person on the planet. I am not lying." I suddenly hear a knock at the open classroom door. "Mr.Chesterwood,you wanted to see me?" Suddenly I start pieceing the pieces together. "You were stalling me,weren't you?"I question,already knowing the answer. He just give me a mischevious look and nod. "But we are talking about this later." I turn to see who is at the door and the Lincoln's High School baddest boy (and cutest but that's not important
),Shane Townsend, is standing there,smirking at me. "Is there a teacher-student relationship going on here?"He ask,pointing between me and Mr.C. I frown and say,"No,dipthong. Is there any thinking going on in there?" I spit back,pointing at his head. He smiles. "Aww,you already have a pet name for me." I roll my eyes and look down."How do you like-"I cut him off and grit my teeth."How do you like my foot down your throat?" I snap at him. I grab his shirt collar and think about punching him. "Okay,Cole,leave him alone." I think again then let him go. He smirks and ask,"So you coming to stay with me?" My heart pounds with anger. "WHAT?!WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT?!"I yell at Mr.C who is bracing himself. He let out a shaky laugh."Oh I didn't tell you? You are moving in with the Townsends for a while." Mr. C says.
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Is It Love?
Teen FictionHe was rich. I was poor. He had his life in the bag. I didn't want my life. He loved me. I didn't know if I loved him. He was mine. I was his. He was sane. I was insane.