A Submerged Tale

Alex 

Right now it seems as if the whole world is against me. I don't know what I did to deserve such a fate maybe I was a really bad person in another life. It's whatever though I'm still going to do what I want to at the end of day. My attitude always seems to be the thing that gets me in trouble, but what do you expect from a dumpster baby. Well I guess since I brought it up I might as well go ahead and tell the reader. Uh well my birth mother she got pregnant with me while she was young and my dead beat dad who I guess wasn't good for anything except for hitting it and quitting it soon after he left her. Oh big shocker there. Well here's the part that isn't a shocker she soon realized she couldn't take care of me at all so instead of leaving on the doorstep of a foster home or my neighbor's house or something she decides to throw me away and I mean literally. She puts me in the dumpster before I can even walk or do anything on my own I don't even know how old I was when this happened I just know I was a newborn. Luckily my savior which would be my grandfather(not really I just call him that because it gives some since of comfort to know there is still someone before my new life that gave a two shits about me). Then there I spent a year going through conferences and stuff like that until Holly and Bill came and adopted me. I don't know what it is about them I just like them they seemed very nice but they wouldn't be pushovers. Anyway I was originally named Harmony and at that time I was so mad at the world I couldn't even register what was going on sometimes so they asked if they could change my name and they named me Alex. I loved the name it was simple but it leaves a whole lot a mystery behind it like me sometimes. Now everything is good I live in Vegas and go to Las Vegas High School and no it's not glammed out like casinos and shit it looks normal. Anyway I have these two best friends and they're all I really needed I'm not really rolling with all the jocks and cliques and everything at school. Ha, their names are Marcus and Blake they're like yin and yang compared to each other one is young and reckless as can be and that would be Marcus he just seems to be living life to the fullest right now and I really hope that doesn't get him in trouble because he's a really good kid. Blake is very structured and complex you have to know her back story before you start judging her on be very uptight because she has a very good reason. I'm like this little median that connects them in way because I can understand both of them in a way that is deeper than that of the Atlantic. It's really funny sometimes because Marcus gets so excited he can't find words to explain how awesome something is sometimes and me since I'm all about big words I usually have to help him out. He's like a little kid and somehow it gets him girls which I really don't quite understand because who'd want to date someone they would have to tutor it's actually quite stupid if you ask me. Oh yeah I know this quit of topic from what I was talking about but this something I forgot to mention about me I happen to have a British accent that's originally where I'm from but I came over to the states when I was about thirteen and I'm seventeen now and people love my accent. Which I can't say I blame them, accents are pretty awesome. I guess I should probably start describing what I look like now where do I start I have this jet black hair that's cut off into a bob with layers and I have these to pieces behind my ears that are dyed blue, I have bright green eyes, and I have a slim face and dimples. I have a very edgy look let's just say that. I'm really bad a descriptions sorry. Anyway where was I oh yeah Marcus well I'm going to go ahead and address that no me and Marcus don't get together later on in the book I'm sorry to disappoint all you readers out there but me and him getting is a fuck no I wouldn't if he was the last person on earth. Same goes for Blake she doesn't quite see anybody here as boyfriend material and I'm with her on that. Yes Blake is a girl she's pretty badass too if you ask me she rides a freaking motorcycle to school every day. It's very sleek and black and all the craftsmanship she put into is just amazing. I really want one but the folks don't agree with it at all. Okay time to bring you up to speed I guess, well right now it's the current day and I'm getting ready for school it seems the time is seven thirty. I come down the stairs in a Batman (my favorite super hero) shirt and flare jeans with holes in them they're my lucky jeans and my one and only traditional black and white high top converses. Mom is waiting for me as I come to the bottom she hugs me and kisses me on the cheek and just smiles at me. I smile back," Don't wait ok ma I'm going to the gym to do some stuff with grandpa and then I'm hanging with Blake and Marcus" she nods her head and I wave goodbye at her and go out the door to my car. I have a nineteen seventy-three blue vintage Camaro. I'm just about in love with it I treat like it's a person and it has a name and everything I call it Michael. That was one of the names popped up in one of my nightmares that I was having of my mom and dad. I slung open the door and set my stuff down in the passenger seat closed the door and stuck the key in the ignition and waited for the hum of the engine. I started to rev it up a bit then I put on my seat belt and pulled out of the driveway. When I got in route I started pushing about sixty-five till I got to a Starbucks. I bought a Frappuccino with caramel and chocolate on top. Now it's seven forty-five and I still got enough time to make it to school so I pull into the junior parking lot and I see Blake's motorcycle and she is all leaned up against it like Taylor Launter would be if he was playing Jacob in Twilight. In the parking spot next to her I see Marcus with his rusty old truck that looks like mater from the cars franchise that is no good except from getting him to point a to point b and sometimes it doesn't even do that so I have pick his stupid ass up because he can't fix it. I pull in and they both look at me with this grim look on their face. I turn my car off grab my bag and get it out and sit there awaiting for what it about to come. We sit there in silence for a minute or two and it becomes an eerie silence. Finally I say something," What's up with the solemn looks? Is everything ok?" they sit there for a minute or two looking off into the distance and I feel like I'm the only one who is clueless. "I don't feel like being here I'm ready for summer and this place just seems to get more and more boring and it's starting to eat away at me a little bit that's all." Blake says with this sort of acid tone in her voice. I nod my head. I can't help but chuckle a bit to see how mad she can get but still look so normal at the same time I know her so well I've learned to distinguish them from each other almost like family. Now I had that warm feeling inside you know the one that you get when you're glad to find out that someone is always there for you. I finally go in to school and depart from my friends and sit down in language arts. I grab my books and journal which I had about five for this class because it's advanced and I have to take a whole bunch of notes. I could barely focus on class I was so ready to see my grandpa I was ready to get some of these emotions out. Then my train of thought gets interrupted by somebody who constantly pisses me off and that would happen to be Jordan. She's you every day popular bitch with the annoying voice and shit and she has perfect hair and always wears make-up oh and I almost forgot she's a hoe and that's why most guys date her. She always oblivious as to why she gets dumped every other week she always says it's probably because I'm fat no bitch it's because he didn't all he wanted was some p-word from you keep your eyes open for that next time even though she probably won't. "Hey Alex I've been thinking maybe you should come out for cheerleading or any kind of sport would be nice," she said with a smile on her face like she was actually sincere. I took a deep breath and stood up," Last time I checked I didn't need advice from you nor did I ask for it. I don't like playing sports that's what's wrong with all of you egotistic maniacs right now y'all get too caught up in this, I'm not saying I have anything against everybody who plays sports because some of y'all can be pretty cool at times but most of y'all take it way to seriously and that's just not me and most of the girls here don't like me and it's not really something I need to deal with right now." I walked off before she could even retaliate. The rest of the day just blurred together I wasn't really paying attention to anything except the actual knowledge I have to know that will come back to me later hopefully when I take that stupid test on Monday. Ugh now it's lunch and I'm very glad I brought mine because my school was serving that very processed chicken that nobody really likes to eat. I pulled out my card and went to my car Blake was sitting there waiting obviously she heard about lunch. She opened the passenger door and slumped down in the sit. I cruised a little bit until I found the checkpoint and for all of you that don't know what a checkpoint is if you maintain a four point zero average they give you this card where you can go off campus to eat something. So I let him see my card and we pull out of the school and I'm pretty sure we're going to Zaxbys we always eat there. We always eat a Zax snack. So to annoy my good friend Blake like I always do I look at her and say, "How are your classes?" she gives me this appalling smile, "They're sooooo great. I already told you I don't want to be here. My classes are so horrible and you know the one I have with that jock that always stares at me it's horrible now he's giving me daggers and won't take them off me it's so awkward you'd think he want to kill me or something" she did a quick chuckle and then she quickly composed herself to the same impassive look she always has. I kept my smile hoping she would smile back again but nothing happened and I just gave up on my attempt to make her emotions come out. So I checked my watch checking to see if we were late but it seemed we were ok if we left now we'd get there on time. So we quickly finished and left, I couldn't fathom how she could emotionally detach herself from everyone I just couldn't imagine it. I went to the last period of day with the accomplished feeling that I made it through the day. I got out my algebra books with all my papers stuck in it and flipped to where we left and then this guy sat next to me. I glowered over at him like are you crazy. "Am I not allowed to sit her or something?" I gave him a friendly smile and shook my head, "Not if you want to maintain your reputation newbie" he raises his eyebrow questioningly and he sits down against my warning. "Well My Name is Michael and to be honest I don't care what these loons say about me." I couldn't help but smile, "Well you and I are going to get along just fine. I have a car named Michael. It's a long story as to why I gave it that name." I said chuckling. He had spiked hair like Taylor Launter's and these blue eyes just like the night sky and this pretty skin color like he had some Native American in him or something. "Good. What's your name?" "My name is Alex. I have a question"- he nods his head telling for me to go on-"So what school did you come from?" "Well Alex, umm I didn't really come from a school I was home schooled before this." I nodded my head and then class was starting I had to help him out a couple of times with his algebra. Then class was over and I stuffed everything into my bag and I was off to my car meeting Marcus and Blake on the way. I waved at both of them and then we were walking down the hallway to a rides until I hear, "Alex wait!" I turn around and see Michael sprinting after me. I laugh and turn to Marcus and Blake and say,"Hey you guys can go on I'll catch up." They walk off and I turn around and Michael is right there in front of my face so I'm staring at his broad chest then I look up to him. He backs up a little bit giving me back my personal space. We both laugh at each other's reactions. Then I guess he tries to find the words for what he wants to say, "I guess what I was wondering was if you wanted to hang out today it was really fun with you in class in today." I had the biggest smile on my face and I was about to say yes until I remembered my grandfather, "I would love to except I have to go to the boxing gym to see my grandfather and to box a little bit. It's kind of my thing." I said shrugging my shoulders. He Nodded his head," Maybe next time" he said just as enthusiastic as he was before. He bowed to me in playful way and held his hand out signaling after you. I smiled and went on to my car. He opens the car door for me and I slide into the seat and he gently closes it. Then he leans into the window he grimaces the he asks, "When will I get to see you again Alex? There's a lot I'd like to learn about you." I start the car and rev the engine a bit. I look back at him and shrug my shoulders, "Look here's my number text me so I can save it in my phone and I'll let you know the next time I'm free. Cool?" I hand him a slip of paper. He looks at it and then he nods his head. "Talk to you later beautiful" he said with a little of his British accent coming out. I smile and then I pulled out of the school parking lot and doing ninety in the sixty-five to the gym. I grab my key and unlock the door and I go in and start flipping the lights on and see my grandfather waiting on me. I get this really wide smile whenever I see him it's like involuntary something that just happens. My grandfather has this white hair and white beard with brown eyes. He comes over and hugs me and hold on to him then he kisses me on the cheek. "God you've grown so much it seems like yesterday I was just teaching you the fundamentals of boxing at age seven and now you're seventeen I can't believe it's been ten years." I chuckle. I go to the locker room and get the tape out of my locker and start to tape my hands up. Even though this sometimes results in broken bones in my hands and breaking my whole hand I prefer to box bare handed. My grandfather said I should start boxing with gloves but I never listen and that's one of those things about me being stubborn. Then I put on a tank top and some boxer shorts. I close my locker and walk out and I see my grandfather standing next to somebody I didn't really recognize that much. I sit down on the bench and lase up my shoes. Then I walk over to my grandfather looking at the other guy questioningly. The guy was in the really expensive suite and he had one piece of paper in his hands. I look at my grandfather and his eyes are watered up with tears and then I know something is wrong. I walk over to the man. "What's going on?" I ask demanding an answer. "I think it's best if your grandfather tells you." He says looking from me to my grandfather. I look to my grandfather and back to the man he shakes his head at me and leaves. My grandfather hands me the paper and it reads: