This will be in Peters POV set at the age of 11, all of this is fiction with only a few references of real events used. I'm terrible at writing XD.
I watched as the summer sun poured through my window. Most kids my age would love summer , the vacation and all, but I love autumn more. The brown colors and cool winds made it somewhat a special time of year for me. I groaned and buried my face into my pillow once again and was only pulled from my slumber by my mother nagging from me downstairs to go outside and do something since it was around 12 already. I sat up and stretched my arms above my head and yawned before pulling my shorts on and brushing my hair into a comb over, grabbing my guitar to try and sneak it out of the house. My mother was in the kitchen humming to herself and cooking breakfast so I snuck across the floor to make it to the front door. "Leave that guitar Petrus Thomas Ratajczyk." She didn't even turn around to look at me, but I knew when she used my middle name she was serious. " But mommm" I groaned and rested the guitars neck against the stair railing. " I don't want to hear anything about it, you should be out making friends , you've hardly went outside at all!" She crossed her arms and faced me to give me a stern look to which I have into. With a huff I left the house and headed to the shed in the backyard to grab my bike and head down to Coney Island, sure the rides we're horribly managed and I had only a few quarters saved up , but maybe I'd get some fun out of it somehow. When I rode up there it was surprisingly very deserted except 3 boys that looked around the age 15, that glared as I rode past. I put down the kickstand before walking to a hot dog cart, handing the man all my quarters which I probably would regret later. My eyes followed the boys as the walked up to me after looking to be conspiring something in a group circle. One of them snickered before slumping next to me on the bench. " Hey kid, you wouldn't happen to have any change left on ya?" He asked poking my nose. I chuckled slightly and looked at him " nah I spent the rest of it on this hot dog , it was a real rip off ya know?" We laughed together for a while before he stopped and stared with his icy blue eyes that met my light green eyes. Before I could even react he squared me across my jaw which sent me flying to the ground. Sure I was tall for my age, but not tall enough to take on 3 people, but I could try. In a flash of anger we all turned into a storm of screaming, biting, punching and kicking. I gave a few punches before the others held my arms to the ground. I sniffed vigorously as blood poured from my nose trying to keep it from staining my shirt but my efforts were no use. The boy searched my pockets and pulled out a box of chewing gum and a small leather wallet my father had crafted for me. " Ey! Give that back you di-" my sentence was cut short my another punch to my jaw. He told the others to let me go and beat me a few more times before running off. The pavement was hot against my back and I could feel the hot sun beating down on me as I heaved. I closed my eyes feeling too weak to stand and opened them back up as I heard footsteps growing closer towards me and I looked up blurrily to see a bush of curly hair standing over me. " Hey are ya okay?" The voice said in a quiet and monotonous tone as it held a hand to me. I took it and helped them to pull me to my feet. When I stood up it was clear they were shorter than me, as most people were. As my vision began to clear I could make out the features of what seemed to be a pretty Jewish girl. She had bushy brown hair like a poodle,defining green eyes, plumped lips, slender figure and a blank expression across her face. She stared back at me before speaking again. " My name is Josh" HE said. My heart dropped, she was a he? I stopped low " Peter
...." I said in a depressed tone. Josh ran a thumb over an open wound on my cheek and made a small noise."so ya got your ass handed to ya? " His frown turned into a sly smirk. " I could've taken them if it was one of them.." I retorted in a grumble as my cheeks burned red with embarrassment. Josh laughed a little which just made it even worse. I noticed an a track sticking from his pocket which I admired in awe. " Wow dude!you have and A track?!" He nodded and pulled it from his pocket where a Beatles tape was playing. I stared at it like Jesus himself was standing before me. " Coooolll" i murmured unable to form words well. " Ya like the Beatles ?" He arched his eyebrows. " Well of course! They're the greatest band in the world!well...besides Pink Floyd. " I said with a crooked smile. His face lightened up a bit and he nodded. " Why don't you come back to my place? I have a lot of band shit there" he climbed onto his bike and I looked at little hesitant before climbing on to mine. And we did.
