Chapter Two:
Bones POV,
I had my head propped up against the window to my parent’s car, the rain beating against the glass.
“Dude, Stop moping.” I heard my brother, Ian, scoff. We were moving to Williamsburg, Virginia. Which in my opinion was not a horrible place to live. I just didn’t want to move. Why would we waste energy on moving for no reason. We were just moving because my mom got tired of the scenery. How lame is that.
“I’m not moping, Asshole.” I snapped my head up to glare at Ian.
“Yes you are, Mr. PMS.” He snapped back, glaring right back at me.
The car stopped, and I opened the door jumping out and laying on the sidewalk. “AIR! OH MOTHER FUCKING SWEET AIR!” I said, kissing the ground before my mom yelled at me.
“Watch your mouth, and get off the ground it’s dirty!” She yelled I rolled my eyes. She’s such a mom.
She tore me off the ground, Ian laughing his butt off at me. “What’s so funny Blades?” I glared, using his- well our, last name.
He was still laughing. I smirked and ran into the house, Ian now realized what I was doing and followed behind me. I ran to the biggest room with black and red painted walls. I was in the doorway when Ian tackled me to the ground.
“Get OFF of me!” I yelled. He got off of me, but ran inside of the room.
I glared at him, when he lay on the bed, smirk plastered on his face. I walked over to him and pulled him off of the bed pushing him out of MY room. I shut the door to his glare.
The house was two stories high, and it was basically completely painted in dark colors. It was weird, because my dad said the people who left were like hippies. That was probably why they left… Or maybe they wanted to stop the war…. Beats me.
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It was now midnight and I had completely unpacked my room. “Go to sleep already, school is tomorrow!” My dad yelled, as my music was still blasting in my room. This, of course, just made me turn it up louder.
He came into my room, tired in his eyes, and unplugged it. My eyes squinted in a glare. Well, that just ruins my whole life.
“Go to bed.” He said, walking, well more like stumbling, out of the room, slamming the door.
I rolled my eyes and laid down on my bed, fully clothed. School would just be dandy.
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Waking up to your brother screaming bloody murder, was not pleasant, not to mention it’s the first day of school. We’d be attending Lafayette High School. We were both, in 11th grade.
My brother and my parents were fighting. By the time they had finished their little hissy-fit I had taken a 20 minute shower, change my clothes, spiked my hair and put my buckle up combat boots on.
“Why can’t you just let me have a fucking life!” He yelled and stormed out of the house grabbing his backpack on the way. I looked at my parents. They just ignored me. I rolled my eyes and started walking to school. Who shoved a stick up their ass?
The school came into view, while Ian was nowhere to be found. “IMMA EAT YO BONES!!!!!” Ian yelled.
I jumped. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled at my immature brother.
He was on his knees laughing. “I’m the bi-” he was cut off by a teacher telling us to move ‘onward’ to our ‘classes’.
We started walking to our unknown classes, we saw some girls. They were looking at us. I smirked and started walking towards them. When we got closer, I noticed they were twins. Like us.
I started walking, Ian behind me still looking at his paper. Walking right past them I bumped the girl with blue streaks shoulder. She grabbed my arm.
“What the hell was that?!” She asked with a glare, her sister now turned around as well.
I snapped my head towards her. “It’s called walking.” I glared. Ian was trying to pull me away from the girls.
“What’s the matter? Think y’all will get poned by girls?!” The girl with Orange streaks stepped in, the insult pointed at Ian.
“No.” He stated simply, crossing his arms. He was pissed. He had promised himself he wouldn’t yell at a girl this year. Although, men? He was completely able to piss off at.
“Jerks.” the girl with blue streaks said letting me go and crossing her arms.
“Like you’re so much better.” Ian rolled his eyes, again.
“You know, if you roll your eyes to much, they’ll roll right out of your head.” The girl with blue streaks glared.
“Ha, you’re the one to talk. I bet you roll your eyes on a regular basis.” I cut in, this is when her sister went off on me.
“Don’t fucking talk to my sister like that. You know nothing about us. So, get lost, and don’t ‘shoulder slap’ us again!” she yelled.
We both smirked and walked off to class without another word.
Three words.
I. Hate. Girls.
