Ch. 1

Ch. 2

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Luke walked through the dark, old lot that only include three cars, his own, Judy's, and a familiar but unknown car. He dragged once, twice, three times. "Hey freak!" A bold voice echoed. "Where's your cancer givers?" Four guys stood laughing. "Wow. Where did you come up with that one." Luke said monotone. "Haha. Tar producers!" One laughed. "Ha." Luke said irritated. Meanwhile the more intelligent ones whispered in the back of the two jocks. "Yo, Ross, do you got the ropes?" One asked. The thicker brunette one pulled out a long rope wrapped in the shape of an oval. The four large jocks surrounded Luke, who didn't exactly have as much muscle as these boys. "Before you tie me up, or do some bullshit senior prank on me, let me put out this cigarette." He slowly took one more hit. He did what looked like he was gonna put it out. But fast enough he sprung forward burning the ring leaders neck. "OWWWW!" The leader cried. One of others pinned Luke down. "That's all you got, you nirvana loving, cigarette smoking, no friends freak." He said sitting on his stomach with his wrists pinned down. "Nope" Luke spit I'm his eyes. "Ew! Nasty fucker!" He said rubbing his eyes. Luke put his feet on the jocks stomach and pushed as hard as he could, making the temporarily blind kid go flying. The other two grabbed Luke by each arm carrying him to a pole to tie him to, he bit on guys arm so hard, he started to bleed. There was one left, He grabbed Luke by the shoulders. "Listen, freak, you may have got all these pussies to back down, but not me." He said looking into Luke with anger. "I bet you you're wrong." He said grinning. BAM. Luke kicked him right in the nuts with all his power. Luke pulled out the fresh pack of cigarettes. "Good thing these survived." Luke said holding the pack towards the four groaning boys now lying on the pavement. He shoved the box back in his pocket. He walked over to the ring leader who had a deep burn in his neck. He picked up the old cigarette. "Hey, thanks for Savin this for bud." Luke re lot the cigarette. The leader quietly groaned."fucking asshole."

Luke drove down the old road back home. As usual, one cigarette in his left hand, steering wheel in the right. A tear shed down his face. People didn't understand that the independent, tough, Luke Hemmings, was actually bothered by the people who made fun of him. He was bothered by the fact his own dad abandoned him and his mom, and after he started smoking and doing drugs, his mom made him move into his own place, while his spot remained empty, and now all his mom had was his 7 year old sister, Karissa. He stepped out of the car. "IM NOT A FREAK!" He screamed with tear streaming. He punches the brick wall outside his house. "Cool, tomorrow instead of getting called freak, I just get called bloody knuckles."