Disclamer: same shit youve heard 10,000 times before so i will spare you. copyright to me, ask if u can use it and ill say yes so please just ask.
this is a complete work of fiction (although I borrow from actual events), all characters are fake and any people you know that have resemblence one as in this story is totally not intended (just finished disclamer from chap. 1 :p )
I also know its been a wait for this, i have a life too and i have to live it, so let me be you crazy people(j/k)
The Way Highschool Works (part 2, and far from the end my friends)
1
The water was pouring in from the window. I stuck some towles there while I layed under the comforter on my bed. I grabed one of my notebooks and started to write down everything that was in my head, from the minute my mom got the job in DC, to the custoday battle, to the arangement, to now.
2 (history of chris)
It was June 15, Paraclete highschool was finshing finals. Meanwhile in an Office my mother was being told there was no money in the budget for her to continue working there. I finished my test and turned it in, walked out of the class and waited at my boyfriends car. he finnaly came out and we loaded into the car, he kissed me and started the car. He blasted some skinhead music and i sung along. He droped me off at my house and drove away. I unlocked the door and looked at the clock, 2:30. Sweet, i thought to myself, i got 3 more hours to myself. My mom came home, and said we needed to talk. I knew it was serious, cuz she normally leaves me alone. She said in order for her to keep her job, she would have to move to Washington DC. I said i was cool with it and she started to cry. i knew that my dad wouldent let me go. I grabed as many clothes as i could fit in my bag, called my boyfriend and grabed my laptop. My mom let me go, she knew that this wasent going to be easy. At my boyfriends (if your wondering why im not saying his name is because i know he frequents this site, and i dont want an angry boyfriend calling) i told him about everything that happened since he droped me off. he asked me where id be living if i was with my dad. I told him at the public housing towers. he told me to get out, cuz i was a fucking poor bastard. I grabed my stuff and left. Not knowing where i was going, i aimlessly walked around. I called my mom on my cellphone and she picked me up. Mom called my dad and tried to talk to him, but talking to my dad is useless, he wont let you. He said he was filing a lawsuit against her if she took me. My life was chaotic, and my only safe place was my room. I layed on my bed many of nights just talking to people. that summer was spent anitsocial. I counted down days till my court date. Slowly i ventured out of my house. I no longer fit in with the nice rich nehiborhood mentality.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING CHRIS?" I heard as my dad opned my door. "writing, something that you have since forgoton how to do." "dont talk like that to be boy, remember you still live under my roof." "actually dad you live under the tax-payers of the state." He hit me, and started to read my notebook. he read of my feelings toward him. A normal dad would have felt sad, my dad felt that i was a danger to this manhood. He began to beat me. Blow after blow, he was relentless. I yelled for shawn, but he wasent there. It was at that moment I felt so alone. I lost all will to fight back, so i let him continue his assult on me. At some point i passed out. When i awoke i found my room to be trashed. I got ready for school and left to another day of torutre at school.
3
Another day of the required torture at school. Tarrance saw me coming from the parking lot. "hey fag, you ready to give me that blowjob?" "fuck off tarrance, im not in the mood for your bullshit." "aww, poor little fagget have a bad night?" "worse than yours, now let me through" A crowd had formed around me, and I wasent feeling comfortable. "look fag, we can either go to the back of my car and you can give me that blowjob or we can drag out this and you ending up getting beat, so im leaving the choice to you." I was sick of it, sick of school, sick of my parents, sick of the bullshit. I snaped, I lunged at tarrance, i beat him pretty good too, till his friends got in on it, and I was beat more than I was when i woke up.
4
I was alone, shawn didnt want to be with someone who fought with black people, and I got the reputation of being the gay skinhead. I was numb to the world, numb to the pain, numb to the countless beatings, numb to the words, i did my work at school, went home, got hassled,went to school, got hastled, went to work and got hastled. i had no reason to stay alive. One day I called my ex-boyfriend. He told me to fuck off, so I just rode the elevator down and rode my bike the 30 miles to his house. I got the same response as when i called him on the phone, so I just started to ride. I didnt know where, but i rode. I slept at the beach that night, i dont know how i got from lancaster to the beach, but i was there, at venice beach sleeping on a bench with my bike locked to the bench with me. While i was at the beach i might as well scope out the guys. A few cute skaters, but nothing that really caught my eye. Then i saw someone i knew. It was john, his family was really well off but he went to the same school as me cuz his flaming libral parents didnt want him in a closed minded private school. I caught up with him and his parents, who thought i was a great influence on his son (although i never really talked to john, apparently his parents knew of me). I helped them unload there bikes and was invited to ride with them along the path. i said if they could give me a ride back to town, they were somewhat shocked at this, because its about 70 miles from Lancaster.
5
Fate likes to play tricks on people. When people think they are at there lowest, something happens that makes them lower, or shoots them up like a rocket. Fate is a trickey thing, and if it wasent for fate life wouldent be fun. A movie once said, "waht if you could take all those moments of sadness and replace them with something better," well then you wouldent be you, you would be a clone, and thats not me and im sure its not you. Ive learned to take some of the sadness with me.
Thus concludes Part 2, i do not know when part 3 will be available
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