Shattered (ON HOLD)

First Day

Chapter 2.

Sorry for late update, I’ve been really busy lately, but for the next few weeks, updates will be quicker (: I don’t know how long this will be but it’s like 5 pages on Word Document, so I hope it’s a tad bit long (:

“So, you excited to start school?” I asked Dean, as he sat across the table from me eating his chocolate flavoured ice-cream. We had been shopping for the last two hours and were about to go home when Dean spotted an ice-cream shop and decided that he wanted an ice-cream.

“Kind of, what if everyone hates me?” He asked me, sounding scared. Dean has always been the type of person to need people to approve of him. He never wanted to be friendless. Back in California he was one of the most loved kids. The old people adored him, the parents all wanted him as their own child, all the teenagers found him adorable and wanted him as their brother and all the little kids wanted to be friends with him. He loved all the attention. “Then I’ll have no friends and I will be a loner!” He whispered not knowing he was actually yelling, leaning over the table, so his face was close to mine, looking horrified.

“Puh-lease! Dean, everybody loved you back home!” I replied, throwing my hands up in the air. Bringing my hands down, I looked back at him to see him smiling at me. Leaning over the table, so we were even closer, I whispered “You’ll be fine; every kid will want to be your friend.” 

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As I pulled into the drive way I noticed that mums black Porsche Cayenne wasn’t there. I really hope that she doesn’t go back to her habit of spending most of her time at work. That would suck, especially for Dean, considering he would rarely see her. I hate it when she does it; Dean gets all upset because he thinks that she doesn’t love him. Truth being is that she spends her time at work because it takes her mind off from dad.

Stepping out of the car I heard a girl squealing from across the road, looking over I noticed that the bikes were still there, along with a black BMW 3 series (F30). Guessing by the squealing, I would say he has a few lady friends over, *cough* Sluts *cough*.

“Hurry up Hunter!” Dean called out, standing on the front steps, waiting for me to unlock the front door. Just when I went to turn around and walk to the front door, a girl around my age came running around the corner wearing a burgundy studded Peter Pan collar long sleeve dress, squealing at the top of her lungs. Behind her was a shirtless Dominic, repeating the name Ally over and over again. Which is the name of the platinum blonde hair girl, I’m guessing. 

Scoffing at how cliché they looked, I walked up to the front door, unlocking it and letting us in. Dean ran past me, up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door close. Well, looks like I most likely won’t see him until dinner. Dumping all the clothes at the front door, I walked up the stairs and slowly made my way to my bedroom. 

Walking into my room I noticed that my curtains and window had been shut and my iPod dock had been set up. Clearly my mother got bored. Walking over to my dock I put my white iPhone 4S on to it, turning it on and decided that I was going to listen to Match into Water by Pierce the Veil. Turning it up to volume 20, I walked over to my window, opening the light blue lace curtains and then opening the window. Now my neighbours will be able to listen to my amazing music.

Looking out the window I noticed that most the houses on my street were modern and it made me glad that we got a Victorian house. It makes us stand out and I love it. I hate fitting in with the crowd. I hate people. They can just be so annoying and mean. I guess you can say that I’m depressed in one way or another. I mean, if I’m friends with you I’ll be nice and we will have a lot of fun. Most people that don’t know me will either pass me off as the shy type or just think I’m a total bitch. This is partially true.