It is often assumed by other students that I'm a calm collected person who is willingly patient and polite. There pretty fúcking wrong if they think that. I mean like ya I'll let you barrow my pencil even though you just chewed up yours and through it on my shoe,... but does that mean I can't imagine plucking your teeth out? This whole damn school is so lucky I'm mute. Honestly I don't have a reason to be mute besides the fact that my parents know I'll probably be expelled for how I would talk to people. I don't mean to but I tend to make people... upset...a lot. But luckily people don't talk to me much. They don't have to talk to me to irritate me but I'm less likely to snap.
But if you think I'm some virgin emo kid (though I have nothing against them) who hates his life then your way off. I've had sex with a couple people but I don't really care about the whole one night stand thing. I guess my mind usually worries about romantic attraction first. I'm also pretty average compared to the rest of the student body so it's not like any one is chasing after me. Well except Kathy Martin because she thinks I have feelings for her because we fùcked. It wasn't even that good , she slobbered all over my chest and when it dried it was just *shivers*. But no one else really goes after me. I'm not ugly but no ones gonna go out of there way to date or anything. Light blonde hair and dark green eyes don't do me much. I'm not even that tall for a guy at 5'9 ( not that being shorts bad or anything) but I guess I'm a little below average. Once again. I swim and go rock climbing sometimes and have a slightly muscled body but not really noticeable. But I'm fine with that. My adopted parents love me and I'm content with my small amount of friends. Those friends being Brooklyn and Ronnie. Brooklyn was a tough girl but super sweet and really more like the mother of the group. She is around 5'6 and on the pale side with creamy and curly milk chocolate colored hair. And Ronnie, her boyfriend and my other best friend was skinny and tall with pitch black hair that reached his shoulders but was usually put in a low pony tail. His eyes were this bright yellow green and he always walked around with this grace about him.
My parents were just as amazing. Even if we weren't biologically related they were always there for me. My bio parents weren't bad or anything but for some reason they thought me being with them at the time was unsafe and sent me to live my god parents as an infant. I still love my bio parents I just never had a relation ship with them... it's more unconditional love but whatever. I'm not even sure if there alive or were there at but I'm not really consumed in grief at that fact.
And I just tripped on something...this is why I try not to think and walk. I get way to distracted. I pick myself of the gravel drive leading to our shed. Why am I walking to my shed at 4:21 in the morning you ask? Well I need my bike. In particular I need my bike to deliver something. That something you will never know....JK! I gotta go Manny's Motor Repair and get a new part for my truck (which is an hour away) and ride back to the school parking lot and install it before my truck decides it's done with me. I grab my 3 year old rusty ãss mountain bike and headed down the gravel covered road into town. The street lights are dim and it's almost completely silent when I go down the main road besides one or two cars probably the first few people leave the late night shift or early morning shifts. I chain up my bike in-front of Manny's and run around back. Knocking on the door harshly until Manny's niece Lauren answers. "Oooh what's a pretty boy like you doin- ... Vivi are you kidding! I thought you were one of the hot guys who stopped by yesterday! I feel so mislead." Lauren proclaims dramatically. I scoff. Why does she do this every time. She so dramatic I want to shove her face into an exhaust pipe. " Just give me my damn order." I demand harshly. She gives me a look of disdain and walks back into the shop silently. When she comes back she hands me a cardboard box strapped together with silver duck tape. "Thanks." I say handing her the money and hoping she'll just let me walk away silently. I turn back to my bike and sigh gratefully when I hear the back door slam shut without a bítchy comment from Lauren. It's already 6:40 by the time I get to the school parking lot. I watch some teachers and some early rising students walk into the building. I through my trashy bike into the back of my navy blue Chevy Silverado and through the new part in the back seat. Locking the doors I go in side hoping for a few minutes of peace and quite only to bump into ...
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Hello Babes! I'm the author of this slightly below average story and I'd like to say thank you for reading and that I'm sorry for any smelling or grammatical errors. I'm good at creating stories but it's kinda hard for me to transform it onto paper so thanks for tolerating it. There's a lot of characters that are important to the story and it can confusing even for me the one who made them. So once the family's and characters are introduced I'll post a chapter about the characters and there outlines and family tree so thanks!
By my babes! I'll try to update consistently but I get waaayyyy to distracted! Byyyyyyyyyyeee!
