Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Five seconds left on the clock.

The Warriors are down by a point, they need to make a basket to win. Here's Thompson, to Kane, Now Kendall Johnson, their star point guard. The clock is winding down. Johnson, just outside, puts up a three, and he hits the buzzer beater!!

Oh, I don't believe this! The East City High Warriors have won the State Championship! And it's all thanks to their star point guard, Kendall Johnson. Listen to that crowd!

Kendall! Kendall! Kendall!

Kendall...KENDALL!!!

My eyes fluttered open.

"I know Calculus is boring. But can you at least pretend to be interested in this?" 

"Yes sir, Sorry."

"This happens again, and it's straight to detention with you. Are we clear?"

I nodded. 

I was daydreaming again. It happens a lot. Then again, judging by the kind of life I have, it's to be expected.

My name is Kendall Johnson and I'm the unluckiest boy you'll ever meet.

I don't have a lot of friends, I live in the most boring place on Earth and I have the worst parents in the world.

"Pff!" I can picture you screaming "No friends is a bummer, but I bet my place is way more boring and my parents are way worse than yours".  Well, to be honest, you're wrong. Dead wrong. My neighbourhood is a ghost town. Nothing ever happens there, and I mean NOTHING. Redbrick Avenue is exactly as exciting the name sounds. Every house has insanely high walls and no one ever talks to anyone. When we moved here, I hoped our neighbours might have a hot daughter so I could probably get a little action, but nothing. I don't even know who they are. 

My parents are the worst kind of people I know. My mom used to be a part-time model, now she's a full time pain in the neck. She's incredibly vain and narcissistic. She's the kind of woman you'd expect to have maids for everything and a nanny for her kids, and you'd be right. I was raised by a  nanny. But she can't have a maid, because no maid can put up with my mom.

My dad is not strict. He's a brutal dictator. He treats me like a slave, and I'm not exaggerating this. He routinely wakes me up at 2 a.m to do some random stuff like alphabetize his C.D collection. 

And he never lets me do anything fun. He's 80% of the reason I have no friends. Party? No. Concert? No. Church camp? No. 

Aaand he hates my mom. Maybe that's why he treats me like this. Those two fight as often as two male lions during mating season. I have no idea why they even got married, and I don't even want to know. He routinely beats her, and then, when he's not satisfied, turns on me.

Because of him, I've grown up with a mistrust of people, so my schoolmates think I'm weird, when I'm just overprotective of myself. A lot of them say things behind my back, but I don't let it bother me, 'cause I've got no reputation to uphold anyways.

So in a nutshell, that's my life. Seems really, really craptacular doesn't it? It's far, faaar worse than you think it is. The only thing that keeps me from going emo and cutting myself is my teacher, Mrs. Knight. Yeah, I said I had no friends, cause I don't really consider her a friend. She's more like a mother to me than my mother herself. I'm a pretty smart kid, but I've got issues. Serious issues. Mrs. Knight was the first teacher I had who actually gave a damn about me.

I'm not really good at talking about people and describing them, so I'm just not gonna try too much. She looked like a typical teacher. Mid 30s, Average height, glasses, Brunette hair always tied up in a bun, always dressed like a pilgrim, etc, etc. But she was fun, and very good natured. She actually made Biology fun, which is no mean feat.

To be honest, I don't know what that woman sees in me. But she's always on my case, and my dad hates her even more than he hates my mom, probably because he can't beat her. 

There are a lot of things I'd like to change about my life, but it seems impossible now. I'd like to be just a little bit popular, I want to matter. I want more of a reputation than "that weird kid who always hangs out with Mrs. Knight." 

Maybe someday. I don't see it happening anytime soon, but anything is possible right?

I hope so.

Reviews

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WOW - I don't think I've ever seen a sports write before and then you slamd dunk me into the classroom...it was a daydream. Pretty cool opening though.
I like theway in which you are narrating this piece from Kendalls POV. There is always something about stories like this that grab my attention - and yours most certainly did just that.
'craptacular' - I laughed at this word.

I don't know where this piece is going, but I sure do hope you write more about it. I like Kendall.

Your grammar is good and so is the structure to this piece.

Flowed...yes it did.

Mark.