The Boy with the StarMature

NOTE: This is only mature because of the romance part. This is my first story, so it sucks majorly. If you're interested by the first page, read on.

I lay on my bed, staring blankly at my math homework.  When I can’t figure out the problem I am working on, I shove all my books angrily off my bed.  I decide to go for a walk to clear my head.  I grab my jacket and storm out the front door, slamming it behind me.


As I walk down the street, most of the houses are as dark as the night sky.  Everyone on my street is asleep, considering it is 2 in the morning.  I walk on, thinking about my life.  I live with my dad, who is a widower.  My mom died giving birth to me, but the doctors said it wasn’t because of labor.  One of her lungs had collapsed on the way to the hospital, but she didn’t want to worry anybody.  As soon as I was born, the other collapsed, leaving me motherless immediately after birth.  Every decision for me when I was younger was made by my dad.  He basically got to control my life and what I did down to the clothes I wear on certain days, even what locker I get at school.  He’s a complete control freak and I hate it…


I had just turned 13, and I was sick and tired of being controlled, so I decided to no longer listen to my father.  But this made him very angry.  And for this, he abused me.  I could never tell anyone because he was the only one I had left.  My best friend moved across the state, and my mother’s side of the family hated me and my dad because they thought we were responsible for her death.  I had never had any luck with guys either, mainly because I would come to school with bruises and wouldn’t have showered in days.  Everyone viewed me as a freak and I couldn’t do anything about it.  No one wanted to sit next to me in class, unless the teacher made them.  I constantly got bullied by the “popular crowd”.  My life sucked and I hated everyone in it.


I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t realize I had walked almost four miles from my house.  As I turned the corner, I saw a bunch of people standing in the street.  A chill instantly went down my spine as I knew these people.  They were from my school, and beat up anyone that made them the slightest bit angry.  They have gotten away with killing two kids already, because they claimed they only hurt them in self defense which is the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.  I jumped behind a tree, pressing myself against it before they could see me.  It was a good fifteen minutes before I dared to look.  When I saw nothing, I scanned the area, taking in every detail of it.  When I started walking on the street, I noticed something in the middle of it.  As I slowly inched closer to it, I noticed it wasn’t a bag of garbage like I thought it was.  It was a person, bleeding heavily from their arm and side.

The End

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