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Okay, this is my story, please rate and comment I need reveiws and stuff!
please, and, I simply portray the way people speak at my school, all the time.
I coughed, walking into my first period. And like always, every one stared. I hate transferring schools, states, and houses. So far he hated every thing about Fredric Colorado, and the United states. But as long as I am with Arthren, and NOT my real parents, I can't complain much. Even tho I had just moved to Colorado, I am going to school. As Athren says 'You education is the most important thing to me. So you'll start school the usual three days after moving here.'
"May I help you, young man?" The teacher interrupted my thoughts of hate/complaints. I tried to remember how to speak, in english, the words I needed. No Irish in america.
"I am the new kid, Len." I say, feeling the hotness in my cheeks bloom. Each male and female observed me like a science experiment. Probably noting my black outfit and accent, my permanent scowl.
"Oh, yes. Ladies and gentle men, please aquanaut you selves with Len..." I could tell she struggled with my last name.
"Moscavitch." Her eyes glazed over for a new york minute.
"OH!" She exclaimed. "Please aquanaut Len Moscavitch some time today. But first, how about you stand up here and we'll all ask you about you." my tanned skin grew warmer. Thank god that blushing didn't show on my skin.
I held my books tighter. "Well..." My accent was very thick, and I was embarrassed. "Ikay... er.. Okay." She gestured for me to stand next to the overhead. I walked to the spot, focussing on not tripping. The teacher asked the first question.
"What are your hobbies?"
"Hobbies? Well, I like... drawing, and writing... and with congregating.... wath... my... step dad." I paused, trying to remember how to speak. The teacher called the next student.
"Where did you live before Colorado?" A short girl with blonde pigtails asked.
"Ireland." I said, avoiding hesitation.
"Can you talk in like Irish and stuff?" The next child asked.
"Well... I am... fluent in...Irish, and a few... other... languages."
"Like what languages can you speak, oter than irish." oter, I forced the correction back down my throat. Its other you half witted poor excuse for a human being.
"Japanese... French...., Italian...., german..., and of.... coarse english."
" Prove it! Say some thing in all of those languages" A boy with short pointy hair laughed. A few agreed.
"Okay, what... do you.... want me to say?"
"Hello, I am new here." The teacher said. "That seems sensible. Since I am fluent in every language." I crinkled my nose. I didn't want to talk in german, or any other language. Didn't they get that I was trying very hard to get english again?
"Hallo ich bin neu. Thats german" I said in german, "Dia duit. I'm sorry, but do have to say the full sentence, it seems.. pettily redundant."
"No, you don't. Just say hello."
"Thank you. And that was irish for hello. Japanese, moshimoshi. Italian... I forget... And french- eh."
"You forgot english!" Some one said, so i rolled my eyes.
"Hi."
"Are you parents divorced?" A young girl asked.
"No."
"Then why do you live with your step father?" She asked.
"That is for me to know, and you to never."
"Meanie." She said. And i forced a come back down my throat.
"So, Len, how old are you?"
"13."
"So, your two years younger than every one here?"
"Yes. Apparently I am a genuine genies. I was shot ahead two years in Ireland. And..... Tho my English is stressed, my mind hasn't the limits that most foreigners face." This q and a went on the entire class period. It made me want to bang my head against a door for three hours. I wont bore you with any of the excruciatingly low minded details. This was pretty much every thing that I did all day long. Until gym, gym was actually fun. It was also my next to last period.
"Okay, choose a partner, its push-up, sit-up day!" Murmurs of 'aww man, do i have to.' Whiney little remarks of unhappiness, and recluse. A girl, stood alone, most had chosen their friends. And quite a few females surrounded me, begging me to be her partner. The girl had thin rimmed glasses sitting low on her nose. Her black shorts and white T made her look like a sophisticated young girl. Except the pony tail on the top of her head, shooting out in every direction. She was looking at me, I looked down. Her pale gray eyes made me feel like i was back with my parents. I accepted a partner and went to do the push-ups.
"Hurry up, thirty more seconds to choose a partner!" The gym coach yelled. each person rushed. The girl still had no partner at the end.
"Okay, new kid and Rain and uhh, the girl with out a partner, you be group. Go together." I forced my self not to correct him on his horrid grammar. Rain groaned. The girl walked over to us.
"I'll try not to use big words when i tell you how many push-ups you do Rain."
"Whatever freak. Len, you can go first." I could tell she was trying to be attractive, i shrugged.
"Whateva." I took the push-up position.
"Ready for the push-up, set for the push up! GO!" He said, most of the girl were whining about having to do them, and only got in three. Five minutes, I was rather upset. I only got in 356 with both arms even! I did three with one arm. Rain and the girl started to do the push-ups, and whined Rain about her wrists hurting. I want to shake her, but I am not going to. I think, counting. She will only get in nine if she keeps at the pace she's going. Not going to count THAT as a push-up. God, her knees are even on the ground. Damn, that timer is loud. Wait, the timer rang already?! At least the other girl is good at push-ups. Ninety, thats good.
"Rain, you did... three actual push-ups. Uh, you did ninety"
"What, actual. Are you like a geek or some thing?" Rain said with her mouth open, and she looked really dumb, to.
"Oh, joy, you used a big word that the cheer leader notn't under stand. He mean you do only three push-ups." the girl said, she sounded stupid.
"Oh, okay. Hey, I do more than that!" Rain looked offended. I held a giggle.
"So I did ninety, cool."
"OKAY! get in the sit-up stance!" The gym teacher interrupted the conversation. I heard the girl counting, Rain got lost on two. Oh lord, I think, why oh why did I choose Rain? And what is that other girls name? God, her eyes are just like my mothers. How many sit-ups have done? Only one hundred? Damn, I am off my game! One hundred three, what? I don't get what she's saying. OH three hundred one! okay, never mind, I am not so off my game. Timer. Rain and the other girl sat on the mat, I rolled off and sat in front of the, holding down their toes.
"Just focus on her, kid." The girl said. I shrugged and went to only hold Rains feet. She giggled.
I rolled my eyes, and forced my self not to gag. Hmm, Rain sucks at push-ups, but she's not that bad at sit-ups. And I have to admit she is very attractive. Even tho she is dumb as s**t. The other one, she's already done one hundred and fifty sit-ups. She's better at sit-ups than push-ups to. Wow. Rain must not eat, because she is really skinny, but so not athletic. And she looks really sexy in those super short shorts. What the hell am I thinking! Eep! I just thought a 15 year old was sexy. AHHHH, I thought it again! She is so stupid. Oh, yay, the timer. I released her feat. She collapsed.
"Rain, you did twenty. And, other you did two hundred and ninety nine. What is your name any way?"
"Oh, well my friends call me Kane. But you can call me Lilianne."
"Ahh, thats a beautiful name. Mines Len. Its a pleasure to make you acquaintance." I said and shook her hand. Her hands were rough, not any thing like my mothers. Her skin was black, and her hands skin was cracked on top, but warm in the middle. I realized her eyes were not at all like my mothers. When she looked at me, Lilianne, I saw want, and distance in her eyes. My mothers were always dark with storms of anger and a lust for pain in them.
"Time to climb!" The teacher yelled. We migrated into the smaller gym, and formed a line in front of the two ropes. I was at the back of the first line. Rain jumped on my back and said,
"Hey, would you go out with me? Your really sexy with those muscles and stuff."
"Not in sixty million years." She kissed my cheek.
"Are you sure, I mean I am the mostest popular girl in the whole school."
"Big whoop. Get off of me. I don't like girls with no brain."
"a** hole. I have a brain, I just happen to never use it." She jumped off my back and slapped me. I rolled my eyes as she went to the other line, flipping me off when she turned. I was parallel to Lilianne, which meant I would have to race her to the top. Joy, I hated to race a girl, but she seemed strong. Not one person got all the way up the nine foot rope. Finally it got to Lilianne and I. I jumped on the rope and so did she.
"Ready? Go!" The gym teacher said. The rules were that who ever got the farthest won. And if you both got to the top, whoever got there first. Neither of us used our feet. And she got to the top about three seconds before me.
"Uh, who won, I can't see you!"
"She did." I yelled down. Hey, I wasn't embarrassed to of lost to a girl. She was really happy she won, and slipped part way down the rope.
"Ow!" She exclaimed. I could she that she was bleeding, I swallowed hard. I hated blood. Every thing about it.. brought back painful memories from growing up with mother and father. I was shaking slightly, so I climbed off the rope. Lilianne smiled, and followed suit. When she came off the teacher sent her to the nurse. And told me to go with her. I hated it, not only because she was bleeding, but because I felt sick, and was afraid i might vomit in the nurses office, thus being either sent home, or told to tough it out. I would support toughing it out. Mother always got very scary when she got a call from school. And when I fainted, she was ready to kill me. To bad the doctors thought my cuts and broken bones were from street fighting. To bad they didn't realize how mad my mother was at me. Or how pissed my father got when he saw the hospital's bill. But I hated to think about the past. i hated every thing about life back then. Now my life was almost perfect. If i could just get rid of all of those painful memories, it would be perfect. We walked into the nurses office. It smelled like a hospital. It made my stomach feel even worse.
"Lilianne, your back! And who is this young man with you?" The Nurse said. He smiled and looked at Lilianne's hands.
"Oh, his name is Len. The new kid. The gym teacher sent him down with me."
"Hello Len. I am the nurse, aren't you the new kid? Never mind, I don't care. Lilianne, no more rope climbing and beating who you go up against. Who did she go up against, never mind, it was you. No, yes. Pineapples. Where is the bandages. Where is your mom's number. s**t. I mean shoot. Don't tell the princeable I said that. oh here it is! yay!" the man spoke so quickly my mind just went to Irish comics, and Athren. I was feeling even worse.
"Len, you don't look so well. Are you alright?" Lilianne asked as the Nurse called her mom.
"No... I think I'm gonna regurgitate the lunch I ate." I covered my mouth, then uncovered it so i could puke in the trash can. "I'm sorry." I said.
"its fine. Mmm, you had corn." He said with a laugh. "Whats you number hun. You should probably go home."
"I think my step dad remembered to send it to you. I don't know it yet." I said, he gestured for me to sit, so I reluctantly did.
Chapter 2, my life is crushed by a woman in nine inch heals
Lili and I are becoming very close friends. But if another person calls me a f*****t, I am going to break someone's jaw. I sigh. Lilanne and I are walking home from band practice. Her friends are really fun to be around. And after the surprise visit a month ago, during a piano lesson, I have been in their band. I get to play the key board. And best of all I don't think about my old life any more. I just found out she lives two houses down from me. She comes over to avoid her parents, their mad at her for the F she has in social gather class. That just so happens to be the only class we DON'T have have together. I stop dead, staring at the white 1999 Mercedes parked haphazardly on the curb in front of my house. I really want to turn and run. But I can't even move. A hard gulp is stuck in the middle of my throat.
"Len, what's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing, sorry." She shrugged, and we walked to my door. I could hear Athren and Mother yelling inside.
"Hey, since when does your dad have a lady friend over. Oolala." She say when she sees Mother standing glaring at Athren, and Athren glaring back.
"Not exactly." Mother smiles at me. But I can see the want to hurt me in her eyes. Athren smiles, I can see the regret and saddness in his eyes.
"Uh... I feel like a fifth wheel." Lilianne says, every thing is in slow motion. I gesture ladies first up the stairs, and roll my eyes when she gently punches my arm. We go up stairs, she goes first, and mother reaches out and grabs my arm. Its a very tight hold, and it hurts me. She squeezed very hard, and I cry out. Athren pulls her back, and Lilianne grabs me back in surprise. I hold back the word that burns on my tongue. Lilianne looks rather frightened. My hair is standing on end. I don't under stand any thing, its all going so fast, yet so slow. All i know is that my arm had made a snapping sound when Athren and Lilianne frantically pulled us apart. And that mothers nails made me bleed. Every one is so quiet, and my arm has started to throb, the throb turns to searing pain, it had instantly swollen up. The pain was becoming blinding. I recognized it, pain was my misunderstood friend in a way. Athren was still hold Mother back. And I wanted to run, but the pain in my arm held me there. Some friend. Memories flooded back, and my head began to throb.
Lilianne was breathing next to my ear, her hand around my other arm. She held tight, but not to tight. Mother looked angry, and that scared me.
"Len, your arm...." Athren said, looking, no staring at my traitorous arm. Lilianne let go off my arm, I could hear her heart, she was scared. I was terrified. I knew mothers strength, her anger, her lust. I knew it because I lived it for eight years. Father was always worse when it came to lust and anger. Father wasn't there. Memories, go away. The pain in my arm was unbearable, the fear made me ill. Mother struggled and snapped her head back, slamming it against Athrens nose. He cried out, and released her. She grabbed me by the throat and lifted me so high. Lilianne screamed, Athren had fallen to the ground, unconscious. My nails dug into Mothers arm, I tried to pry her off. No breath, I can't breath. Why is she trying to kill me? Lilianne, what will she do to her? And Athren... I feel so dizzy. Sun from the open window burned in my eyes, my thick dark hair fell into my eyes.
Lilianne was trying to pull me away, she was strong, but it was just hurting me. My kicking lessened. What am I thinking, I can't even kick her. I think. My head is going to explode, and then my lungs. Or maybe my lungs will first. My body I felt it go slack, and I felt a sudden impact. So dark. My world was like the night.
 demon strait outta_hell · Mon Sep 15, 2008 @ 12:54am · 0 Comments |
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