The Green Card

Chapter 1: Heart of Darkness

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"Erwin come down to eat your human breakfast"

said my mom. and I walked down the stairs, angry that she did not let me finish my IRA music. My sister, Liz was listening to IRA music and she yelled at me to shut up.

"Shut up, Liz!" I yelled back at her. " God your'e so stupid

And when I went down for breakfast, I realized I was very lonely. I felt an irresistible urge to jack it because I felt how dark it was, in my heart, in the soul of darkness...

"Stop being so dramatic. " said my mum, josehp

"God mum. You do not understand me." I screamed at her face. I was very upset because at school earlier today I had been severely bullied by Isaac, a new transfer student from New York. Isaac had taken my books and thrown them in the garbage, ad he yelled at me to stop being alone and not having gf. 

I felt so lonely. How would my mum understand what it was like to be lonely, and with out a gf? The heart of darkness in my soul was consuming me. I needed to do something.

I ate the pancake and I went to school, my backpack on my back. As I opened the door of Delaware High, I was greeted by a familiar face of curly beautiful hair. It was my bully. Isaac was the thiccest jock in the school, and he bullied me for not being Thick. 

"What' s up loser" Isaac screamed as he slammed me into the wall. "Nothing mucg you idiot" I yelled back as I punched upwawrds, breaking his face.

"You can't call me a loser, if you are a simp." I said. Everyone in the hallways started applauding for me, but the principal called me into his office.

"Even though Isaac bullied you, you cant hit him and break his face. 10 years suspension." The principal growled angrily, his baljeetly abs flashing in the light.

"This isn't fair, What about my schooling? My education? What about my NYU tisch admission?" I screamed, falling to the floor. When I left the office, my life was in ruins. I had no girlfriend, and now I had lost Tisch as well.

As I left the school, tears streaming brightly from my eyes, someone handed me a towel. When I looked up, it was the most angelic face I'd seen in my short 18 years of living.

"Are you OK? " She said. Her name was Eliza.