Haley's POV:
It's almost time for the talent show, where the fuck is Jimmy? So help me god if he doesn't show up soon...
"Hey Haley, where's Jimmy?" Chloe rushes up to me out of breath, "fucking cigarettes are gonna be the death of me."
"I don't know, but if he's not here before the show starts I'm gonna strangle him. Rachel told me she'd bring him when she got done with his paint and stuff. I'll strangle her too." I say as I wring my hands together acting like I'm choking the life out of my brother. "I didn't put on this fucking dress for the hell of it, yeah it's a short one, and my vans are comfy, but if they aren't here in the next 3 minutes, they just better be here in the next 3 minutes."
"Haley, relax, you have got to relax babe. They'll be here." Chloe says patting my back.
"Hello, students, faculty, staff and parents. I'm proud to announce the first ever Blackwell Talent show. We have some amazing talent here tonight and some amazing students with that talent. Who will walk away with the trophy and a full week off of classes, with no penalty? That's up to who gets the most cheers." Principle Wells is such a poser dude, like fuck it makes me sick sometimes.
"First up, is Oliver Broller, one of our newest students doing a Magic Trick."
"Oliver is cool, I met him last week and he seems really nice, Chloe text Jimmy and Rachel and see where they are. I'm gonna slaughter them, we are next."
"Haley!!!" Jimmy runs up to me and hugs me. "Sorry we are late, Rachel doesn't know how to do face paint right."
"Boy, watch it. I already smacked you for it once, I'll do it again." Rachel says as she glares at him.
"Jimmy even though you got here, you made me wait and you are toast dude." Chloe imitates the funeral noise as Rachel cracks up.
"Oh come on," jimmy ruffles my hair as I smack him. "Hale, let's get ready Oliver is almost done."
I sigh deep as he walks past me, he's so going to get it after the show.
"Thank you Mr. Broller, I have no idea where thay pigeon came from but I'm glad it's free now. Now, onto our next students. Mr. Jimmy Carswell, and a Ms. Haley Carswell, with their dancers. A.k.a The Four Horseman. But their actual band name is Killem Dead."
"We don't have a fucking drummer!!! How the fuck did I not realize this?" Jimmy says as I shake violently.
"WHAT? YOU TOLD ME YOU FOUND SOMEONE JAMES CRAIG I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!!!!" I start running after him which isn't the easiest thing to do in this dress. "When I get my hands on you..." Oliver walks up to us and starts laughing.
"Haley, why are you chasing your brother?"
"Because he's fucking dead meat when I get my hands on him, he didn't find us a drummer when he said he did." He laughs more.
"If you guys are in need, I know a thing or two about drumming." I stop in my tracks.
"What? Would you really help us?"
"Yes, I would. What is the song you want to play?"
"Our take on Dot Your Eyes by Five Finger Death Punch."
"Fuck yeah, I love that song dude. Yeah I'll help." Jimmy runs behind Oliver thinking that's gonna help. I walk up to Oliver and hug him.
"Thanks man, this is gonna help help a lot." I then look at Jimmy and grab his throat and drag him to the stage. "You are still getting the beating of a lifetime afterwards."
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The Halfway Group (book 1)
FanficTRIGGER WARNING: THERE ARE SCENES IN HERE WHERE IT MAY TRIGGER THINGS. SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS HAPPEN AND THERE'S A VERY DARK SCENE IN THIS STORY THAT IS VERY VERY DISTURBING. Please read this at your own risk. Do not attempt anything my ch...
