My Last Word

Chapter 2

Authors Note

Thank you ThaNK YOU THANK YOU for reading and voting! Here is chapter 2 of my story, and here things get a bit interesting.. Bare with me guys it's my first story!

George went straight to the swings, so I followed. When George finally got the momentum, he noticed I wasn't swinging. "Hey, Sam is it?" When I nodded he continued, "is something wrong?" His voice was soft and had a bit of concern; it was as if he was worried I wasn't comfortable.

I think I might of blushed, because my cheeks began to burn up a bit. "No everything's fine," I said assuringly, "it's just... well... I don't really know how.." I looked away, embracing myself for the mockery about to come. Instead, I felt slight pressure on my back.

He was pushing me.

Not even to try and shove me off, but so I was able to swing. After a few pushes he was telling me how to swing on my own. I struggled at first, but he kept on supporting me. Eventually I got it.

"Good job, Sam!" he said cheerfully, he smiled at me as I jumped off to stop, and I laughed.

"Thanks, I rarely go to the park, actually. I'd come for a bit, but I always end up leaving before I'm able to do anything."

"Why's that?"

I looked away as we both sat down next to the monkey bars. "Well, if anyone were to come here, they'd see me..."

He frowned. "I don't get it," he started, "why they hate you, I mean. You are actually pretty cool yet one of the loneliest. I don't understand. That isn't right."

"George.." I started, but he didn't hear me so he continued.

"I mean," he said while standing up, "people should be begging to be such an amazing girls friend. They should want to take her places and share silly stories!" When he realized how he was acting, he stopped, then sat down beside me. "I'm sorry, it's just if this town is full of idiots then I'm glad I chose you to be my friend. I wouldn't be able to handle so much air I'm someone's head."

I laughed at that note, and then pulled out all my books from my bag, "we should work on English, Mr. Liane is really strict about homework.."

He nodded and pulled out his books as well and we began to work.

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He decided to walk me home. I didn't mind since in a week or two he'd know where everybody lives. There is only a population of 1500, meaning that for every two people there is one kid, at least.

When he opened the door for me, all you can hear is the screaming of my father, then the sound of something being thrown. This sound was followed by the scream of my mother.

George looked at me with concern, but I shooed him off. I didn't want him to deal with it. I slipped inside just as my father was about to leave. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes and grabbed my arm tightly, causing me to yelp as he dragged me into the living room.

My mom looked at me with shock, eyes puffy from crying. "Jared, let her go. This isn't involving her." She had anger in her voice now as my fathers grip had tightened.

"This does involve her! I never wanted any fucking kids and now we have this?! Coming home late and never saying hi to me?! Is this it?!" He was screaming now and my eyes were stinging from holding back tears. My breathing went heavy as my mom walked to him and pulled me from his grip."

"Go to your room, Sam.. Me and your father are going to talk.." Without hesitation I rushed to the stairs.

"Don't be a bitch, Vivian!"

"Me?! You are the one who needs to control yourself!"

The arguments went on and on, and I locked my bedroom door.

Ding!

I looked at my phone.

Are you OK?

-George

I was shocked. George texted me? How did he get my number? I stared at the text for a bit, then decided to reply.

I'm fine

-Sam

Almost instantly I got a reply.

You hesitated to respond, are you sure?

-George

I don't live on my phone

-Sam

LOL, oh :P as long as you are alright.

-George

We continued to text for a while, then he had to go for dinner. While he was gone I was about to study for a math quiz coming up. So I went in my bag. I looked at my textbooks, then began to panic. I threw everything out of my bag.

Where is it?

Where's my book?

I started panicking. How foolish of me to lose my book I treated like a diary. My breathing got quick, freaking out. Where could I have put it? I didn't leave it at school. I began to retrace my steps. Where would I of put it? That's when I pulled out a book that looks like my journal. "Here it is.." I sighed of relief and flipped to the first page to review the 30 reasons to die, seeing if I was missing anything.

"property of George Dane"

Only one word popped into my mind.

Shit..