Chapter two

  " So Alex, how old are you today anyways?", one of my so called friends asked me. we were sitting underneath the bleachers at my middle school ( wich I rarely ever went to) smoking ciggeretts. The whole gang was there, all 10 of us. By "Gang" I litterally meant Gang. Back then, I was the head leader of an all girl gang. We did horrible things back then. We stoll stuff, started fires, vandalized buildings, smoked, drank, beat innocent people up, and were out past kerfew every night. but the worst part about it, was that while I was doing all that bad stuff, I did'nt even think twice about it. I rarely ever showed up to school, and even when I did, I never showed up at any of my classes. when I did go to school, It was only because my gang members went to look for some more " Prey". When we weren't beating other people scenceless, we were beating each other scenceless. There was no mercy. " Today I'm 14", I said. I was surprised she even knew it was my birthday, my own mother did'nt know! To my mom I was'nt even her daughter, I was just her worthless room-mate. She had never cared about me, and she never would. As far as I could tell.

 

   I walked through the hallway that day, headed for my locker ( were a pack of stolen cigars was waiting for me). I was almost there, when I saw some girl was trying to open my locker! " Hey punk, what do you think your doin' ?", I asked, as I ran up to her. She was the shortest girl I'd ever seen, with two brown pigtails, a pink dress, and a cute little doll face. It made me sick. "Oh, um, I-I'm sorry. It's just that I'm new here, and I can't seem to find my locker", she said this in a cute little girls voice. That also made me sick." Do'nt give me that crap! look, if ya' can't find your own locker, it's your own fault. Now get lost, before I break that pretty little nose of yours!", I pushed past her and kicked open my locker. I pulled out a cigar, and the girl watched me in horror.  " Uh, um, y-you should'nt um, smoke that", the girl said. " Why should you care?", I said, annoyed. " It's just that, your still in middle school, and smoking can be bad for you", She looked at me sympathetically, so I knew she was'nt judging me. " Are you tryin' to make me feel bad?", I asked. " N-no, not at all", she was acting as if she was this perfect little angel, but I was'nt sure she was acting. "Hey, what's your name?", I asked. "Sophie. Sophie Haert", she said.

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

poor Sophie being in a situation like that. if i would have saw Alex yelling at me like that for my mistake i would have probably ran away in fear.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Interesting chapter. I hate little fourteen year olds that smoked. The only I approved of was Ponyboy Curtis from the Outsiders. I understood he only smoked to relax...but it still isn't right. She shouldn't be in a gang either.