Chapter Two... Ouch
By the end of the day, I was the talk of the school, even though I don't have any feelings but hatred for these people, I was enjoying the attention, of which I am not well acquainted with...
Anyways, I saw the other kids shaming Jacks, Randy, and Clyde... and the things they, let's just say they weren't saying would have been enough to preach in a church. Not that I'm religious or anything, but still.
As the final bell rang a girl came up to me and handed me her phone number... well she was beautiful and sexy, and I think her name was Andrea, or Audrey or something. Meh, I didn't have any reason to have her number so, when I finally walked by the trash to leave, I crumpled the paper and tossed it. Her friend saw me do that and she confronted me about it...
"Why would you just throw Andrea's number out like that? You know, this could be your only time to get a girlfriend right?!"
"Yeah, Whatever." I replied lazily
"Ugh! You don't deserve her Price!" she said angrily.
"You're right" I turned and started to walk away, "I don't deserve her." I retorted.
She huffed, and puffed, but couldn't blow my house of brick boundaries in. Walking down the steps and out the door into the fresh fall air was like being cleansed of all your thoughts and worries. I soaked in all the colors on the trees, as I walked, and how the the wing blew them into a river down the long road that led me home.
"Honey, I'm home" I stated dramatically as I walked forward onto the foyer of my two story house. Of course there was no one home, I love with my dad, but he is always at work or out with another girl... he and my mom divorced when I was three years old, because my mom was seeing a rich guy in another town. So here I am, free range of this big house, and I was bored out of my mind...already. I ran up the stairs to my room at the top floor, dropped my stuff and let myself fall down the first flight of stairs. O stood up and examined my injuries, just a bruise on my ankle. "Ouch, " I whispered "Imma go again!" I walked to the second flight of stairs, and let myself roll to the bottom. As I lifted head up I saw heavily polished shoes, and a pair of red high heels, looking up further I met the grey eyes of my father, and hazel eyes of some women.