The Lost Boys

That Day

I walked out of my Math class, almost in tears knowing what would happen to me. I got a 99 on my Math test. Let me explain;

My parents were divorced, and I spent most of my time with my mom. She pressured me into being perfect in school. If I get less that a 100 on anything, I would be whipped with an actual whip. Lucky me.

My dad didn't know about my being abused. My parents have been divorced since I was five, and now I'm seventeen, almost graduated. Almost 13 years, and when my parents got divorced my being abused started.

I was bullied at school. For almost 13 years. I don't know why. Was it how I looked? How I talked? What I did? How I did things? Oh. No. People always pick on the people that wear glasses. I wear glasses, I love to read, write, and sing, and I'm pretty good at school. To avoid being whipped.

I have no friends, and I used to have a brother. Last month he committed suicide because of the way Mother treated us. Now I don't have my brother... My other half... I have no one to help with the pain. I have no friends, and no family except for Dad. Mother certantly isn't my mom. Ever heard of people disowning their kids? Well, I disowned my mom. Almost 13 years ago.

I turn 18 in 21 days. Too bad my mom won't be with me for it. You have yet to hear my story.

In my absentmindedness, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Sorry" I mumbled, and I looked up at his face. He had black hair, vibrant brown eyes, and a mischevious look in his eyes. Hot.

"It's alright. I wasn't looking, it was probably my fault. I'm Adrian Clark." He said in a mesmerizing baritone voice. I should have known then; don't mess with Peter Pan.

I blushed. "I'm Dove Denalow. Its nice to meet you." I stated, and held out my hand and he shook it, smiling.

"Ah, sorry, I've got to go. I need to be at the football fields by 4:00. See you around, Dove." He said, and was submerges into the crowd.

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I was at the house. This will never be home. A home is not where you're abused.

"Honey! You're home! Show me your papers!" She said in a fake cheery voice.

I relentlently showed her my papers. She frowned, seeing my math paper.

"Go over to the wall. You know which one." She said as she went to get the whip.

I obediently went over to the living room wall, and turned to face it. I winced as I heard Mom walk into the room.

"One."

I screamed in pain as the searing hot leather cut into my skin.

"Two."

I screamed again.

"Three."

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I was up in my room, packing my bags. You know by now, don't you? I'm running away.

I filled my backpack with only necessities. I put a few changes of clothes in there, a bunch of food, more clothes, my toiletries, my tablet and its charger, that can also be used for my phone, a notebook and some pencils, and my favorite books. Hey, those are necessary!

I grabbed another backpack, and put more food in it, more clothes, a sleeping bag and pillow, and my iPod and its charger in it.

I got my purse, emptied it, put all of my money in my wallet, and since mom was out running errands, I went into her room. I found her secret stash of money and took all of it. I counted it and it was 500 dollars. In total I had $982. Well, that would last me a year or so. I put my wallet and my phone in my purse and shoved my purse in the bag with less stuff in it, and picked up the bags, putting one on my back and just plain carrying the other. Checking to see when Mom would be back, which would be in another hour, I ran to the door, wasting no time getting out of there.

There was a park about a 30 minute walk from here, but I wasn't going there. That would be an obvious place to hide out at. No, I was going to the park about a 3 hour walk from here, with very nice restrooms, showers, and there was some play equipment, it was a platform way up high that you had to crawl up a really steep tunnel to get to, but it had two really fun tunnel slides to go down. But the important thing is, it has a covered shelter up there, with great walls and everything, and that would be perfect to sleep in.

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I just got to the park. Luckily, no one is playing there, so I'm going to go ahead and put my stuff up in my little 'tower'. I had to go one bag at a time, so I set down the bag that didn't have my sleeping bag in it, and started to climb up. I made it up and set my bag up there, and slid down the tunnel to grab my other bag.

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It was night. There were sliding doors that could lock, so I locked up the slides and the tunnel, so no one would come find me. I set up my sleeping bag and everything, and used my tablet for light and read one of my books, Peter Pan. Its not the baby version, in those tiny books with like 2 pages in them,  this one is a good book.

I sighed, turned my music on, and hummed to Lost Boys by Ruth B until I quietly fell asleep, though I thankfully turned off my IPod (music) and tablet before I fell asleep.

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So. What do you think? Is it good? And yes, I do normally update at midnight. I'm a bat... MAN

So... One of my friends, Shelby, well her brother passed away in the Christmas period, 2016. Please pray for her, she may seem OK but in the inside, shes hurting. Everybody send prayers to Shelby and her family, please!

I'm sorry if I get some things wrong in this book, but I've never gone to a big school, my school (I'm in the grade school, though I'm technically in middle school, 6th grade) has only 100 students, so... Yeah. But I know how it feels to be bullied. I would not be able to play with the other kids, because they all hated me. The called me names, pushed and shoved me, and emotionally scarred me. But now I have some great loving friends at school, LaRue12354, KyraNarwhals, and lilymornagudgel12345. Yes, they're here on Wattpad too.

So... See you later, Alligator!

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