Chapter 1

Homosexual love is displayed in this book (not this chapter though). Just a heads up for those of you that might not like this kind of thing.

        A sixteen year old boy walked down a sidewalk of a busy street. Cars zoomed by as he navigated his way through all of the people, going towards the high school that was just up ahead. The hood of his solid black sweatshirt was over his head. Tusks of brown hair could be seen along with his two black eyes that he received from recent fights. His eyes darted here and there every now and then as he looked around some. His face wore an apathetic look with a hint of anger and coldness in those green hues of his. His hands rested in the pockets of his jeans as he continued down the sidewalk.

        Spike walked up to the school building, which was large and looked like your average kind of school. Some students were filing into the doors while others just loitered about the schoolyard before classes begin.

        Spike’s black gym shoes made faint taps as he went up the cement stairs. He opened a door and walked in. Students and a few teachers walked to and fro as they went to wherever they needed to go before the first class started. The lobby had a long, wooden desk that had a slight curve to it and went from one wall to the other, stopping a few feet from the second wall to allow people to walk behind it. The secretaries had their own separate desks behind the curved one and were starting their work for the day. The principle and vice principle stood in the lobby near the curved desk like they sometimes did in the morning, talking to each other and watching the students that passed by them.

        Spike climbed the stairs and went to the second floor. He walked all the way down to the end of the hall. To one side were two rows of gray lockers, one on the top and one on the bottom. All the lockers looked like they were in good condition, or at least all the ones except for those at the end of the hall anyway. These ones were rather old. Some of them had dents in them while some of them had words scratched into the doors. The locks sometimes did not even work for these. Most of the students figured that they were just old lockers that the school had not gotten rid of yet. Spike was the only one who used one of those lockers though.

        The light above on the ceiling flickered once every so often from it beginning to die out. After Spike tried to enter his combination three or four times, he finally managed to get it open. Some of the papers fell out of the locker and onto the tiled floor. Spike bent over and picked them up before stuffing them back into his messy locker again. He rummaged through the various things until he got what he needed for his first few classes, which he placed inside his black backpack.

        Once he was finished, someone had shut his locker door. He turned his head, looking at the one who did it. An angry look quickly appeared on his face. The boy seemed to be a year older than Spike. He has short black hair and green eyes. He is wearing jeans that are ripped around the knees with a chain on them, black boots, and a white short-sleeved shirt with a black leather jacket over it. A smirk was on the boy’s face as he looked down at Spike, who was a few inches shorter than him.

        “What the hell do you want John?!” Spike snapped as he placed one foot a little behind him in a quarrelsome way.

        With John was another boy who looked to be the same age as him. He is wearing jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt. He also had a smirk on his face as he looked at Spike.

        “We just wanted to warn you not to go into the back streets anymore,” John said, the smirk getting a bit wider as he watched Spike get angrier.

        “Yeah, unless you know what’s good for you,” the other boy added.

        “Shut the hell up!” Spike yelled as he stepped closer to John and got up into his face some. “I’ll do whatever the hell I want!”

        John’s smirk soon faded as an angered expression replaced it. He grabbed onto the front of Spike’s shirt.

        “You better watch it punk!” John said angrily.

        “Hey, get to class!” yelled one of the teachers that were standing to the side of the doorway to their classroom.

        “You got lucky,” John said to Spike as he let go of him, giving him a little shove as he did so, before walked off while saying, “C’mon Chad, let’s go.”

        The other boy followed behind John. Spike watched them walk off and then sighed. It was only the morning and he was already ticked off. He started to walk off to his first class, which was Algebra.

        Once he got to the classroom, he sat at a desk in the back. The teacher looked to be in her fifties if not a bit older than that. She wore a jean skirt that went down past the knees a couple inches, black dress shoes, and a white blouse.

        Spike fell asleep about ten minutes into the class. It was pretty much a record for him, because he usually fell asleep a lot sooner. He hated Algebra and it bored him like all of his classes did. He didn’t wake up until the bell rang. The math teacher told the class what their homework was. Spike didn’t bother listening because he never did his homework. Besides, he hardly came to school anyway, so it was more of a pointless thing to do.

        Spike went to his next three classes, either falling asleep in them or just not even paying attention in them. He didn’t even know why he bothered coming to school every so often. He thought that he should probably just stop going. After all, he only ended up getting beaten up by John and his friends or getting yelled at by the teachers.

        After the fourth class of the day, it was time for lunch. Spike didn’t have anything to eat though and hardly ever did. He did not have a lot of money and so it was hard for him to pack or buy anything for lunch. He had to save his money for paying the rent on his apartment room.

        Once he made his way into the cafeteria, he walked to a table in the back corner, which was where he usually sat. Some words were scratched into the surface of the table and there was a bit more damage done to the surface of it as well. Plastic chairs that were either a dark red, blue, or green were placed around the table. Spike didn’t expect anyone to sit down with him though, because he had no friends, and was actually used to it. He has never had a friend and never really thought about trying to get one either.

        About halfway through lunch, something was thrown at Spike. He didn’t know what it was, but he felt something light hit his head before bouncing off of it and onto the table. It was a small plastic pudding cup. Spike felt something on his head and it started to drip off of him and onto the table. It was chocolate pudding.

        People at a table next to Spike’s burst into laughter as the pudding hit his head. It was John, Chad, and their other friends. Spike immediately became enraged from this. He rose from the table and walked over to theirs. John looked up at Spike, a smirk on his face. The smirk soon faded though when Spike had thrown a punch at his face. John’s face jerked to the side as Spike’s fist connected with the side his face. He slowly looked up at Spike, an angry look slowly fading onto his face.

John shot up from his chair, grabbed Spike by the front of the shirt, and slammed him into the wall. Spike’s face twisted into a grimace as a fist had been shoved into his gut. John let go of him and Spike bent over, clutching his stomach as he tried to get back the air that had been knocked out of him.

        Seeing this, one of the teachers that supervised the cafeteria quickly went over to where John and Spike were fighting. Both John and Spike’s faces were bloody from the punches they have given each other. The teacher grabbed the two by their arms and started to walk them out of the cafeteria. Everyone in the entire cafeteria watched.

        “Get the hell off of me!” Spike yelled, which echoed throughout the now silent cafeteria as he was taken out of it. He tried to break free from the teacher’s grip, but with no success.

        “Let’s see what the principle has to say about this,” the teacher said as they were getting closer to the principle’s office, which was in a room behind the curved desk in the lobby.

        However, before they could reach the principle’s office, Spike had finally managed to get out of the teacher’s grip. Spike then quickly walked towards the doors that lead out of the building.

        “The hell with that crap!” Spike shouted back at the teacher before breaking into a run and out the door.

Reviews

[Amund Schofield]

You tend to be a bit long winded within your sentences. Look in their a editi it a bit so you have a few more simple sentences.

Also tense changes... keep your eye on that. Think in one tense through out the story.

Pretty good story over all. Though I would like to see you edit this. If you want I can change some it and email it to you.