Favorite character? I would say Ron. Yeah, or Sirius. Ron because he’s pretty damn average as a wizard, but still gives everything he has to stand up to defend what he believes in, and Sirius because the dude survived prison and torment to try and right a wrong.
I’d probably want invisibility as my supernatural power.
The last book I read without it being for school was The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Super interesting, but you probably wouldn’t like it.
Tom’s okay. He leaves me alone for the most part. I wish he didn’t have this idea that he has the right to be a father now. My favorite time of the year has always been the summer, simply because I got to come here and be away from Helen, even though we never did much but go hiking or rock climbing. Or, rather, he went and I shoved Jason off of the rocks into mud. Or we watched TV. Some summer vacation, but it was always better than the alternative.
All I want out of life is for the assholes of the world to leave me alone. I don’t really need a lot of things, and despite what everyone thinks about that car, I’ve never stolen anything simply because I’ve wanted it.
Honestly? All I really want is a little quiet. I like the quiet.
My question for you (yes, only one):
Why did your mom do it?
I’ll see you tomorrow. One day closer to the weekend, thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster! Let’s figure out about Saturday tomorrow, okay?
S.
On Friday, even though I was delighted to see Sophie in the hall before first period, Chris Anderson slammed me into a row of lockers again, his fist connecting with the same damaged flesh he’d hit yesterday.
I gasped in pain.
“What do you think, D-D-Dalton?” he asked, nodding over toward where Sophie stood talking to Aiden Montgomery. “She’s looking particularly fuckable today.”
Sophie was wearing a small black t-shirt with a gray thermal under it, and what Jane would call black “skinny jeans.”
“Do you think she likes it rough, D-D-Dalton?” My thoughts went inappropriately to made-up images of Sophie in various positions, and I fought against it. I didn’t want Chris to be thinking of her like that, and I shouldn’t either.
“Aiden says she does. He said she got off hard when he slammed into her. He’s a big dude and he says that she took every inch while he smacked her ass.” Chris tightened his grip around the back of my neck. “I bet her mouth could do wicked things to my dick.”
I shook my head as I took in a deep breath. Chris slammed me against the locker again, and the back of my head was beginning to smart. “Keep fucking her in your dreams, dude, because I’m next in line to tap that shit.” He leaned in closer. “And you’re a bigger fucking loser than I thought if you think she’d really go for someone like you. Unlike Megan, I bet Sophie knows exactly what a good lay is, and D-D-Dalton, you aren’t it.”
He removed his hand from my neck, and gripped my hair. It was the complete opposite of Sophie’s light touch.
“Anderson!”
He quickly removed his hands and took a step back as he looked up at my adopted brother’s burning red face. “Hey David,” he said nervously. “Elliott and I were just discussing the Horticulture project while taking in the fine sight of Young’s tight ass.”
David took Chris, one hand on his forearm, the other on his shoulder, and shoved him down the hall.
“Elliott,” he sighed as I pulled away from the locker, “pop that guy in the mouth, will you? He’ll stop if you just hit him once.”
I sighed and shook my head, feeling the creeping terror at the thought of hitting Anderson.
“I-i-it’s o-okay, D-David.”
Both he and I knew that it wasn’t okay, but I’d taken all of the cruelty that Chris had to give ever since I’d moved here years ago, and I didn’t think I’d up and change that now. I didn’t want to fight.
So I walked quickly alongside David, ignoring the pain that shouted at me from my body, and keeping my
I’d probably want invisibility as my supernatural power.
The last book I read without it being for school was The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Super interesting, but you probably wouldn’t like it.
Tom’s okay. He leaves me alone for the most part. I wish he didn’t have this idea that he has the right to be a father now. My favorite time of the year has always been the summer, simply because I got to come here and be away from Helen, even though we never did much but go hiking or rock climbing. Or, rather, he went and I shoved Jason off of the rocks into mud. Or we watched TV. Some summer vacation, but it was always better than the alternative.
All I want out of life is for the assholes of the world to leave me alone. I don’t really need a lot of things, and despite what everyone thinks about that car, I’ve never stolen anything simply because I’ve wanted it.
Honestly? All I really want is a little quiet. I like the quiet.
My question for you (yes, only one):
Why did your mom do it?
I’ll see you tomorrow. One day closer to the weekend, thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster! Let’s figure out about Saturday tomorrow, okay?
S.
On Friday, even though I was delighted to see Sophie in the hall before first period, Chris Anderson slammed me into a row of lockers again, his fist connecting with the same damaged flesh he’d hit yesterday.
I gasped in pain.
“What do you think, D-D-Dalton?” he asked, nodding over toward where Sophie stood talking to Aiden Montgomery. “She’s looking particularly fuckable today.”
Sophie was wearing a small black t-shirt with a gray thermal under it, and what Jane would call black “skinny jeans.”
“Do you think she likes it rough, D-D-Dalton?” My thoughts went inappropriately to made-up images of Sophie in various positions, and I fought against it. I didn’t want Chris to be thinking of her like that, and I shouldn’t either.
“Aiden says she does. He said she got off hard when he slammed into her. He’s a big dude and he says that she took every inch while he smacked her ass.” Chris tightened his grip around the back of my neck. “I bet her mouth could do wicked things to my dick.”
I shook my head as I took in a deep breath. Chris slammed me against the locker again, and the back of my head was beginning to smart. “Keep fucking her in your dreams, dude, because I’m next in line to tap that shit.” He leaned in closer. “And you’re a bigger fucking loser than I thought if you think she’d really go for someone like you. Unlike Megan, I bet Sophie knows exactly what a good lay is, and D-D-Dalton, you aren’t it.”
He removed his hand from my neck, and gripped my hair. It was the complete opposite of Sophie’s light touch.
“Anderson!”
He quickly removed his hands and took a step back as he looked up at my adopted brother’s burning red face. “Hey David,” he said nervously. “Elliott and I were just discussing the Horticulture project while taking in the fine sight of Young’s tight ass.”
David took Chris, one hand on his forearm, the other on his shoulder, and shoved him down the hall.
“Elliott,” he sighed as I pulled away from the locker, “pop that guy in the mouth, will you? He’ll stop if you just hit him once.”
I sighed and shook my head, feeling the creeping terror at the thought of hitting Anderson.
“I-i-it’s o-okay, D-David.”
Both he and I knew that it wasn’t okay, but I’d taken all of the cruelty that Chris had to give ever since I’d moved here years ago, and I didn’t think I’d up and change that now. I didn’t want to fight.
So I walked quickly alongside David, ignoring the pain that shouted at me from my body, and keeping my
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