My troublesome boy

Chapter: o n e

     Sitting in second hour, I feel a weak pair of eyes on me, starting to make me uncomfortable. I look behind me to see a boy staring at me. I gave he a sharp, piercing glare. Although he wasn't scared he looked but down at his papers on his desk, and I turned my head back to the teacher.
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    Lunch time, students were pretty much aloud to go where ever and they often did. For lunch sometimes I sit with my friends, other times I just went behind the school to sit and think which wasn't to bad. But today I'm sitting with my friends who were all guys (after all we are the delinquents of the grade).
     Sitting at the head off the table spacing out like usual I start to feel the same weak stare dig into the side of my head. I recognize this stare it wasn't one of a person with the intention to kill, but it was still kind of serious. You learn to distinguish those.
    I slowly turned my head in the direction of the stare. I met eye contact with this 'boy'. I didn't know -nor did I care- to learn his name. For what felt like the longest five second of my life, we just stared at each other. He was the same boy from earlier, what's his problem? But snapping back to reality I gave him and even sharper glare than earlier, and continued on with lunch.
    Nothing else strange really happened the rest of the school day, except there was a fight but that's not totally uncommon. Someone says something about someone else, the other person gets mad and they fight.
     As I was leaving my locker perhaps my only female friend Lillian shows up. Who I call Lil for short, "Scarlette! Did you miss me?" She asks.
     "I saw you two hours ago Lil" I say giving her a slight smile.
     "Time isn't real." She responds, I roll my eyes and start walking, bag on one shoulder, Lillian practically hanging off the other. She can be annoying at times but I love her, and she's not scared of me so I kinda have to deal with her.
     "So got any plans for after school?"
     "Sorry, ima be busy,"
" You're always busy."
"Sorry." She has a sadden look on her face as I left but I'm glad I did. Not that I don't love her but she would have probably started asking question, that's just how she is.
     I arrive at my house as I walk threw the lawn as I'm approached by my cat named Shiny. She's all white, and her fur looked so shiny when she was younger. Like a pure ball of light.
     I pet her soft silk like fur as I approached the door.
     Opening it I'm not surprised when I saw the inside. I closed the door and walked into the living room. Belongs scattered a crossed the floor, paintings tilted, glasses knocked over and a man on the ground with a woman standing over him.
    "I swung didn't I!?" The woman I call mother screamed, I could hear the strain and a hint of sadness in her voice. I know secretly that she didn't like to put her hands on my dad. But when he gained a bit of confidence in their arguments he would push her, and she would let him, and hit him. That's just the infamous Jay. Showing that she won't be pushed around in the slightest.
     Mom walked upstairs in a hasten stride. Leaving my father on the floor hands behind him. He would never put a hand on my mother, even if it was life or death. My father is a pushover, but that's why when they aren't fighting they go so well. He lets her do whatever as long as that makes her happy and he's happy.
     "I just miss the little bird I used to know..." he said quietly. I stood at the opening with a expressionless face and if it didn't hurt to see two people who love one another tear each other down completely.
     He stood up wiping his face to greet me. "Hello my little colly." He said with a small smile, "welcome home." And with that he started cleaning.