Nerd vs. Geek

Chapter 1

WARNING! THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED, AND IS ONE OF MY LEAST FAVORITE WORKS OF ALL TIME! UNEDITED! PROBABLY SOME WRONG GRAMMAR! I WILL NOT PUBLISH A NEW CHAPTER UNLESS PERSUADED OTHERWISE (and it takes a lot to persuade me). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Hadley Writer's POV

"Mom, do we have to move?" I yelled.

"Listen Hadley. I got a new job. I am the decision maker here, and you have to come along."

"But mom, I don't want to leave my friends." I tried again.

"Sorry sweetie. You are coming along with me, your father, and Jimmy."

"Mom! I have autophobia! As well as alektorophobia, anthropophobia, atelophobia, atychiphobia, bromidrophobia, cacophobia, centophobia, chiroptophobia, cleisiophobia, dentophobia, emetophobia, eremophobia, gelotophobia, geniophobia, hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliphobia, hydrophobophobia, isolophobia, metallophobia, myctophobia, pediculophobia, phalacrophobia, xanthophobia, and last of all, zemmiphobia!" I tried again. Most of that was a lie, but I do fear xanthophobia (Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow).

You see, my mom and I are very similar. She has brown hair, I have brown hair. There are some very distinct differences though.

Mom stands at a 5'4 frame. And me, well, I am at least 5'8. Thankfully my father is taller than me, so I'm not alone. My mother has freckles that flood her face, and I have a few clusters of freckles all over my face and arms. Awkward, I know.

"I know, but you are coming along missy. I am sorry about your problem, and don't talk back to me!" She yelled before slamming the door to the house shut.

I groaned.

I never wanted to move. I was perfectly fine here, until she got her job.

"Come on! We have to go Hadley!"

"Fine!" I yelled back.

I looked at my empty room. I am going to miss this place. I ran outside and got into the van. We headed down the road. I looked at my brother. He was playing his gamepad.

I put my headphones in and started listening to Bon Jovi.

A few minutes later I was already rocking out to my favorite song, mouthing the words as I pretended to play drums on my lap.

"Woah. Halfway there. Woah we're livin' on a prayer! take my hand and we'll make it I swear!

Woah! we're livin' on a prayer! Livin' on a prayer!"

I played my electric air guitar. I turned and I saw my brother video taping me...

"Jimmy! Stop! Mom Jimmy is video taping me!" I yelled.

"Well, maybe he will stop if you ask nicely." She replied bitterly.

"Jimmy, can you please stop." I pleaded.

"Nope."

"Jimmy!"

"Sorry." He simply stated while shrugging his shoulders in a sarcastic way.

Grrrrrrr.

Jimmy and I have never gotten along. The day I first ruffled his hair, he punched me in the face, breaking my nose. Yeah. You can easily tell that we don't get along.

I grabbed his phone out of his hand and deleted the video. "Mom! Hadley is being mean!" Jimmy complained. "What?!" I yelled.

"Guys, can you please stop fighting for one moment! Please I am sick and tired of your arguments, and your fighting! Hadley stop annoying Jimmy!"