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      I was brushing my hair when my mom came in. She looked depressed and just stood in the door way. She began to say something but just walked away. I knew what she was doing, she did this every morning when she had a hangover. It was a normal Tuesday and I was just about to leave when my dad walked out of the living room. We looked at each other but we didn't say a word. What was there to say? They both drink a lot and to me it's weird how they both have Degree's.  I grabbed an apple off the table and lightly threw it up and down. I brushed up against the wall and tilted my head back. I honestly thought I hated my parents.  They wanted me to be this perfect athlete and perfect son that they forgot I was just a kid. I was pushed everyday for not being perfect. My mother hadn't even said "I love you" in a day or two. I knew she only says it to look good in front of her friends.                                                  

  When I got to school I was a little early so I  walked around for a bit. Not before long I saw Brooklyn Net. She was known as a trouble maker but that didn't bother the fact that she was hot. She had beautiful brown hair that hung right above her waist. Her brown eyes were the best eyes in the whole school and I couldn't help but stare at her. She had the best body in ninth grade, and was the hottest girl in ninth grade too. She hung around with the troubles or the non popular people, I never really understood that. I looked away fast and kept walking.

 I made it to homeroom and there was only two seats left, I sat down and pulled out my phone. I started texting my friend when Brooklyn walked in. I was really nervous that the only seat left was right beside of me. I just kept to myself and looked at my phone. The teacher walked in and looked as if she had a ruff night. She put her hands together and began to talk. "Students I'm sorry you have to hear this but," she  took a deep breath "Kaylee smith killed herself last night." she finished. I knew Kaylee, we used to date. She was so happy  I wonder why she would have done it. "It was a murder-suicide, she killed her mother for beating her little sister. Kaylee  had enough and wanted her mother dead, she also couldn't believe she killed her mother and felt so bad she killed herself." the teacher added. The room fell silent.

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