Punk (Calum hood a.u.)

Chapter one: first day

Today was my first day of junior year, hopefully this won't be as boring and painful as all of the years before this one. Even though I was considered to be rich, pretty and popular I felt very lonely and insecure. I had a dark past that no one knew about, not even my best friend Delilah, I was abused by both of my parents who were drug abusers and alcoholics and repeatedly was told that I was worthless and just a waste of space, because of me being so naive and young i believed them. This continued for 9 years until I finally went to the police, I told them everything and before I knew it I was thrown into a foster home where I didn't feel welcome at all. Kids used to call me awful things, some hurt more then others, especially when some kids used the same words as my parents. When they said those things it was like opening up a almost healed wound. Finally some light was shed into my like when an amazing man named Alex Windel adopted me. Alex literally saved me and brought me back to his large beautiful home in the middle of a small town about an hour away from Los Angeles. Once I got settled in I slowly started to forget my horrible past and made a promise to my self that I would never talk to anyone about my past except for Alex. After a few weeks we got really close and I called him dad, I wasn't hard for me to call him dad because he was more of a father to me in just a few days then my actual dad was in 9 years. I was adopted at the beginning of summer so Alex could spend some time with me before I started school and he started his job as an award winning collage professor. Once school time rolled around it was like an emotional roller coaster, it was good because I loved school, it was the one place I actually felt safe for six hours a day sometimes even more when I stayed late just to get some extra time away from my parents. It was hard because it brought back all those memories of getting a beaten everything I wasn't fast to get my dad a beer because I was in the middle of doing my homework. Once school started I was 10 so in fifth grade and since I was so young and kids did not judge each other yet I fit in easily and quickly made friends. I met my best friend Delilah on the first day of school, she came in late with her backpack unzipped and she was out of breath, I knew we would be fast friends. Here we are six years later finishing getting ready to start our first day of 11th grade ( we have this tradition where we get ready for the first day of school together and my dad would drive us). Once we were ready we looked flawless, I was wearing my typical high wasted jean shorts, a black crop top, a flannel around my waist, and to tie it all together my black and white converse that I wear too much. Delilah on the other hand was wearing a preppy pink and white skirt with a white tank top that I swear came with the skirt and some flats. We are total opposites and no one would expect us to be friends but we are inseparable. After my dad took a couple photos and we ate breakfast we hopped into his car and drove off to the town's high school.