Parile

Chapter 1

I wake up with a groan and glance at my alarm clock, it reads 8:01 AM. 

"SHIT" I shout, I jump out of bed and rush to get dressed I throw on some clothes without reall:y looking at them I rush out the door grabbing my bag in the process. I rush to school arriving at school at 8:30, just in time for second period. I sigh and walk to the office and sign in. 

"Good morning Patrick," the old office lady says in her raspy monotone voice 

"morning," I grumble, I take the pass she hands me and wander off to the work shop for second period. 

Once i get there I realize there's only one open seat i sigh and sit down not bothering to look at the freshman i am stuck next to. 

"wow I didn't realize sitting by me sucked that much, damn," the younger boy muttered. I looked up and smiled "No it's just  the fact that I'm here that sucks ass I like sitting by cute boys," I chuckled. The younger boy blushed and I took this time to actually study his face he had bright blue eyes that were stunning, short brown hair and milky pale skin, he was absolutely adorable. "oh my god stop being such a faggot," I thought and stopped studying the boy and faced forward deciding I should avoid this seat tomorrow. The boy seemed to realize I didn't want to talk to him anymore and looked sad. I felt guilty but I knew I couldn't be his friend or my dad would find out that I was still a huge piece of shit and liked boys so I had to avoid this boy. 

The classes that I had after woodworking dragged on and I was relieved to be able to see Sam and our friends at lunch. I got my lunch which was supposedly a normal hot dog but was wrinkly and gray. I silently decided I wasn't eating lunch and would be packing for the rest of the year. I scanned the cafeteria for Sam and seen her sitting by the freshman in my woodworking class. I sigh and wander over to them. I sit by Mary-Elizabeth and Sam. I listen to the conversation and learn that the cute freshman's name is Charlie. "Stop calling the boy cute you dumb-ass," I think.

I tune out the rest of the conversation and think about how to explain that we can't sit here anymore to Sam without exposing my secrets. I come up blank and decide to suffer through the year sitting with Charlie I just won't grow close to him. I can't grow close to him. 

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HEYYYY welcome to the new and (hopefully) improved version of Parlie I can't wait to share the new storyline with you guys :D 

I know this is short I apologize 

If you guy care about the reason I deleted the old version heres why; I had gotten fed up with the storyline and the way the story was going. The old chapters were also very poorly written and were just plain terrible I didn't like that you could see how much better my writing had gotten as the story went on because I knew I could do better. I'm glad Ive improved (obviously) but I wanted people to be able to enjoy my best writing without having to first deal with my poor writing