Chapter 2: Things start to Suck.
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The coach of the gym class passed a hockey stick to each classmate, yet grimaced as he made his way to Colin. He thrust a stick into Colin's hands, and said, "You again? What are you doing here, little blood-bite?"
Colin bit his lip. He hated that name. He had been caught, after making a small cut in his arm, lapping up the blood from the wound. Colin sneered at his teacher, and said, "Yep, still here. Sorry."
A few of the kids, the ones who were closer to Colin than the others, laughed. One of Colin's best friends, his only true friend, Patricia, known mainly as Patri, waved to him, and frowned. Colin waved back, and shrugged.
The kids all began to play, and Colin, for once, got slightly into the game, scoring a total of three points throughout the whole game. The coach seemed impressed, but still hateful of Colin. After the game, the coach took what he thought to be the biggest risk of his life. He congratulated Colin, patting him on the back. Colin smiled, and walked off. The coach looked at Colin oddly, and turned, walking to his office.
Colin progressed through the day normally, the same old things happening. The only other outstanding event was lunch. He ran once again into Amanda Hart, who was now stained yellow. Colin laughed uproariously, got his lunch, ate, and went to his next period, finishing the day.
Colin somberly walked home, singing a song he particularly liked to himself, quietly. 'Headstrong can take on anyone.' Colin ran face first into none other than the one known as Micheal Karmichka, a kid from school who actually had some sympathy, yet feigned hate for him to fit in with the others. Colin smiled, and said, "Hi, Micheal."
Micheal looked around for a moment, and, seeing no one around, said, "Oh, hi, Colin, long time no see."
Colin laughed, and said, "Yeah, really. So, uh, Cortney and the other jerks still like you in the least? Wouldn't surprise me, they like anyone who can keep up the act of hating me.not many can." Colin laughed, and said, "Not really, though."
Micheal shook his head, and said, "They really annoy me. Constant jokes about you, mocking, plots, everything else imaginable. I don't like it, but I have to suffer through it, my parents, you know."
Colin flashed back to a point where his and Micheal's parents had met for a community dinner, where Colin's family wasn't exactly, accepted, to say the least. His family came, ate for a while, mingled, and where then chased viciously out by Cortney's rather extended family. Micheal was the only person, other than Patri, Colin talked to the whole night, and Patri had left really early. Micheal's parents were demanding, Colin remembered, that he get into the popular cliques as soon as possible, if not sooner, at school, and stay there. Colin, personally, hated parents like that with a passion.
Colin shrugged, and said, "I don't mind what people think, and hey, just ignore the stupid parents, they don't know how you live, or want to. So, just drop Cortney and the other morons, come back to your roots, with us.Patri and I." Colin laughs, and then smiles.
"I want to, I really do, really," Micheal started, almost pleadingly. "But it isn't as easy as all that. They say I have a 'reputation' to live up to, that I need to uphold. They are, so, convincing, I guess is the word. It's harder than I would have imagined.they bend the powers of social pressure, it seems."
Colin was taken aback. He didn't know Micheal was able to use such large words. He thought Micheal to be a bit lacking in the 'brains' category. "Well, how about I come with you or something? Or, you know, do something a bit Cyrano-esque."
Micheal raised his eyebrows, and Colin thought himself proved right. "I will sit in the bushes or something and feed you lines."
Micheal sighed, and said, "Sure, fine, I guess.should we rehearse or anything first?"
Colin sighed, and said, "We'll see.I have to be going now." He waved and walked off towards his house, Micheal continuing on his own way as well.
When Colin reached his house, he looked calmly at the door, wondering what to expect when he walked in, getting the feeling it would not be something normal.
(Thanks for sticking with me if you do read on! Please r&r this and my
other stories!
The coach of the gym class passed a hockey stick to each classmate, yet grimaced as he made his way to Colin. He thrust a stick into Colin's hands, and said, "You again? What are you doing here, little blood-bite?"
Colin bit his lip. He hated that name. He had been caught, after making a small cut in his arm, lapping up the blood from the wound. Colin sneered at his teacher, and said, "Yep, still here. Sorry."
A few of the kids, the ones who were closer to Colin than the others, laughed. One of Colin's best friends, his only true friend, Patricia, known mainly as Patri, waved to him, and frowned. Colin waved back, and shrugged.
The kids all began to play, and Colin, for once, got slightly into the game, scoring a total of three points throughout the whole game. The coach seemed impressed, but still hateful of Colin. After the game, the coach took what he thought to be the biggest risk of his life. He congratulated Colin, patting him on the back. Colin smiled, and walked off. The coach looked at Colin oddly, and turned, walking to his office.
Colin progressed through the day normally, the same old things happening. The only other outstanding event was lunch. He ran once again into Amanda Hart, who was now stained yellow. Colin laughed uproariously, got his lunch, ate, and went to his next period, finishing the day.
Colin somberly walked home, singing a song he particularly liked to himself, quietly. 'Headstrong can take on anyone.' Colin ran face first into none other than the one known as Micheal Karmichka, a kid from school who actually had some sympathy, yet feigned hate for him to fit in with the others. Colin smiled, and said, "Hi, Micheal."
Micheal looked around for a moment, and, seeing no one around, said, "Oh, hi, Colin, long time no see."
Colin laughed, and said, "Yeah, really. So, uh, Cortney and the other jerks still like you in the least? Wouldn't surprise me, they like anyone who can keep up the act of hating me.not many can." Colin laughed, and said, "Not really, though."
Micheal shook his head, and said, "They really annoy me. Constant jokes about you, mocking, plots, everything else imaginable. I don't like it, but I have to suffer through it, my parents, you know."
Colin flashed back to a point where his and Micheal's parents had met for a community dinner, where Colin's family wasn't exactly, accepted, to say the least. His family came, ate for a while, mingled, and where then chased viciously out by Cortney's rather extended family. Micheal was the only person, other than Patri, Colin talked to the whole night, and Patri had left really early. Micheal's parents were demanding, Colin remembered, that he get into the popular cliques as soon as possible, if not sooner, at school, and stay there. Colin, personally, hated parents like that with a passion.
Colin shrugged, and said, "I don't mind what people think, and hey, just ignore the stupid parents, they don't know how you live, or want to. So, just drop Cortney and the other morons, come back to your roots, with us.Patri and I." Colin laughs, and then smiles.
"I want to, I really do, really," Micheal started, almost pleadingly. "But it isn't as easy as all that. They say I have a 'reputation' to live up to, that I need to uphold. They are, so, convincing, I guess is the word. It's harder than I would have imagined.they bend the powers of social pressure, it seems."
Colin was taken aback. He didn't know Micheal was able to use such large words. He thought Micheal to be a bit lacking in the 'brains' category. "Well, how about I come with you or something? Or, you know, do something a bit Cyrano-esque."
Micheal raised his eyebrows, and Colin thought himself proved right. "I will sit in the bushes or something and feed you lines."
Micheal sighed, and said, "Sure, fine, I guess.should we rehearse or anything first?"
Colin sighed, and said, "We'll see.I have to be going now." He waved and walked off towards his house, Micheal continuing on his own way as well.
When Colin reached his house, he looked calmly at the door, wondering what to expect when he walked in, getting the feeling it would not be something normal.