The house on maple street

chapter 1

"CHRIS! TIME TO GET UP FOR SCHOOL!" my mom yelled. I strech in my bed yawning, makeing as much noise as i possibly can to get out of bed and not stay asleep.

im chris. chris stewart. 10th grade, 5'7 brown hair brown eyes. original right? i know. im acually preety smart but preety ... non popular.  i get picked on along with my only friends in the world. and i cant seem to get why peple dont like me? i dont bother them or talk to them? they are just meen people.

i hop in the shower for about ten minutes before exiting and drying off. i get my usually two black socks on and pants with my orange hoodie. i fly down the stairs when im all ready and leave out the door.

as if on cue mikey is just getting next to my house. mikeys a popular kid, hes light brown hair crystal blue eyes and hes like 5'10. he gets all the girls. i meen i dont even know how how he still likes me as a friend? we have only known each other since 1st grade or somthing. hes the one that protects me from the bullys at this school. he always tells them to back off and they do. until he leaves.

" hey mikey. whats new?" i said to him " nothing much. i had a date yesterday with vicky. how about you? are u ready for the math test in miss 'crab apples ' class?" we both laugh. her real name is miss craddy but crab apple suits her more.

he tells me as we walk to school how he swept her off her feet while taking her to a fancy place to eat. as how she draged him into his bed room to make out with her. i roll my eyes. i know that hel break up with her in a week or so for a new girl. and then repeat that process.

we get to the school and head to our arival spot behind the school. and met up with the rest of my friends. terrance, john and dominik. terrance was a tall black guy with a extremly bad ager issue problem. he once threw a book at a teacher for calling his name wrong. then john who is 5'3 and his brain is the size of a bus or somthing cause theres not one thing he doesnt know. then dominik, he is on the football team. and the baseball team and the soccer team and the so on and so forth.

we all but me tell storys on whats been going on since friday and we get so distraced we dont hear the bell ring before its too late..