Teh Chapter TWO 3540 Words total

I will never forget that horrible day. I spent the next four years living with Bruce and his mom. During that time, the police found out a bit about the murder of my mother and the death of my father. It turns out that the moving truck that hit my dad was in fact my mother's murderer. My dad was in a panic and was hurrying home to find out what was going on, he over corrected and swerved into oncoming traffic, and coincidentally hit the murderer of my mother. Luckily, there were two officers who actually witnessed the accident. They had heard about the search for the stolen vehicle and the killer driving it, one went to check up on my father, and the other went to see how the truck driver was. When he found that the murderer was more that okay, without a scratch as he was driving a large truck and my father was in a small car, he immediately arrested him. No one really knows why he killed my mother, all we know is that he came in through the back, stole a pair of my mother's earrings, and then he turned a corner and the officers assume that he was taken by surprise and just pulled the trigger. He saw me through the window, and hid and then hit me over the head with the butt of his pistol. He ran out of the house in a panic, and noticed everyone watching him, so he ran to the nearest running vehicle, the Miller's moving truck. About that same time, I was on the phone with my father telling him the horrible news. Then the ambulance arrived and I passed out from blood loss.

The funeral was the last time for the next 5 years that even stepped into a church. I moved in with Bruce, and both he and his mother don't believe in God, and I never believed, so I had no reason to go. Bruce and I got into some illegal activities on the internet. We actually got really good with identity theft and could pose as anyone we wanted, as long as we were on the internet. The FBI started investigating us, so we immediately stopped that, but not until after we had everything we ever wanted.

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There was not a single person there to defend him. The whole cafeteria was laughing at him. Well, except for that Abigail Miller girl. But she's not about to stand up for anyone, she's way too shy. Well, at least I thought she was way to shy.

“Leave him alone!” she yelled.

The laughter immediately stopped and everyone looked at her. Her whole face turned red from the sudden amount of attention.

Her voice suddenly dropped in volume, “What did he ever do to you?” she asked shyly.

Everyone started muttering. No one really knew why they should pick on him, except, I was doing it, so, why not?

“He's a loser!” someone shouted, “Now why don't you go back to not talking to anyone? It was better that way.”

She promptly ran out of the room crying, forgetting her backpack. I decided to follow her out.

“Hey!” I yelled for her, “Abigail! Wait up!”

She glanced over her shoulder, but kept walking.

“Why do you have to be like that?” she yelled through her sobs, “I mean, he never did anything to you!”

“He's a dork, even you know that, Abigail.”

“Do you even know him? Have you ever thought about how it makes him feel?”

“I know that he's a loser and has no friends.”

“You are such a jerk, do you realize that? He's had a hard enough life! He lost his mother in a horrible accident just a few weeks ago, now he has to come to school and face more...”

“Don't even tell me about losses! I know everything about that, and look...”

“Oh yes,” she interrupted, “and look how you turned out.” and then she ran off.

She was obviously talking about my spiked dyed black hair and the spikes on the tip of my ears.

“There's nothing wrong with the way I am!” I called after her in vain.

I walked back into the cafeteria to only find the principal waiting for me.

“I need to see you in my office, Jason.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“No, really, why?”

“Stop trying to make me a fool in front of everybody, now just come with me.”

“No need to try, Sir, you do that on you own”

There was a bit of laughter starting up.

“If you come now, you won't have any suspension. Please come with me, now.”

“I have no interest in talking to you anymore, Sir.” I said, and started walking out.

“If you leave now, I will be forced into suspending you.” He said in return, but I ignored him and left the building.

I walked to my car. While I was looking for my keys, I looked down the street to see Abigail walking. I finally got the car unlocked, climbed in, and started the engine, my music started playing, same CD I had playing before school started. I pulled over and started to drive next to her.

“Hey, want a ride?” I asked her.

“Not really.”

“Come on, it's no problem I promise”

After a little convincing, she finally climbed in.

“You hungry or anything?”

“No, just take me home... please.” She trailed the “please” after the rest of the sentence, I guess she realized that it sounded rude to do that, and she couldn't live with that.

I turned off the radio, “Sorry, you can change it to whatever station you would like.”

“How come you're so nice to me, but you're so rude to everyone else like me?” she asked.

“Are you complaining?”

“Yes, and I liked that song,” she flipped the radio back on.

We continued to drive in an awkward silence, but that's the way it always is when we go places together. We've known each other for several years now, and we still haven't found anything to talk about.

“Where are you going?” She asked suddenly. Then I realized that I had just driven by her street.

“You can drop me off here if you would like. Then you don't have to drive by... well... you know.”

“I'm not a child anymore, I can handle what has happened. It's all in the past, I'm over it.” I replied with a bit on anger to my voice.

“Well, I just... never mind.”

I pulled into her driveway.

“Thanks for the ride, Jason, but don't think that since you helped me out, that I'm forgiving you for what you did today in the cafeteria.”

“I thought your religion wants everyone to forgive everyone.” I asked, I was angry enough about the principal getting into my life, I didn't want random neighbors to butt in either. But this is nothing to how much she'll be butting into my life.

“I'll forgive you when you deserve it.” she said with a stern look, slammed my door shut, and walked to her door.

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“Ms. Johnson was wondering why you sign up for a class, and never go.” I was telling Bruce about how our English teacher doesn't like him sluffing our class every day.

“Well, if they didn't make us take pointless classes, maybe I wouldn't have signed up.” He replied. He hasn't gone to school for a few months, he is officially dropping out next week.

“What do you think about Abigail?” I asked Bruce.

He stopped playing his video game, and gave me a blank stare.

“That's a rather random question, why do you ask?”

“I don't think she really likes me much.”

He just continued to stare, then he finally asked, “You don't like her do you?”

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The phone was on it's third ring.

“Someone get that phone!” Bruce's mom screamed down the stairs at us.

“Yes?” Bruce said into the phone.

He stood there holding the phone to his ear for a little. Glancing at me ever few seconds.

“Apparently, you missed a few classes today, Jason” he said after a few seconds, “Ooh, and you were tardy for first period too.”

I smiled and said, “Why do they even bother calling? They should be used to it by now.”

Bruce hung up the phone and walked back to his computer and went back to typing his latest and greatest program.

“What are you programming now?” I asked him.

The phone interrupted our little conversation.

“It's probably the school for you this time,” I said with a smile. “Don't get up, I'll get it.”

I stood up from laying on the couch and walked over to the phone. I looked at the Caller ID box.

“Miller, K.” it said.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hello, is Jason at home?” a quiet Abigail's voice replied.

“This is Jason, what's up?”

“Hey, I was just wondering what you were doing this Sunday afternoon.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” I asked with a smirk, and looked over at Bruce who was giving me a questioning look and mouthed “Who is it?”

“Abigail,” I mouthed back.

“No, I am not asking you out,” she finally replied, filling in a small gap of silence. I had apparently embarrassed her.

“Well, in that case, I am not doing anything, probably just sitting around at home.” I said back to her, “why do you ask?”

“No reason. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to church with me on Sunday, my family is going to be...”

“No,” I cut her off, “You know what I think about church.”

Silence.

“Okay,” she replied shyly, “I just thought that since...”

I cut her off again, “No, and I'm not going to change my mind. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone.

“What did she want?” Bruce asked with a grin that told me he already knew, but he just wanted to rub it in my face. I just replied with a glare and laid back on the couch and took a short nap.

Teh Chapter ONE 1852 Words total

Many say that I changed for the wrong reasons. Others say that it's better late than never. I, on the other hand, think that I changed exactly for the right reasons and believe that you would've too.

Hi, my name is Jason West. I'm about 5 feet 10 inches, and I have a fairly big build. I have brown hair and green eyes, if you care. I come from Utah. Yeah, I know what you are all thinking. Another church boy, teaching us about the bible. Fortunately for you, that's not why I am here. I have a story to tell you, a story about how my life was changed, whether or not it was for the good or the bad, that's not important.

A little about where I grew up. I couldn't stand the other kids in the town. They were all dorks. Almost every single one of them read their scriptures on the bus to school every day. I hung out with this one kid, whom I called him “Bruce”, but his name was Karl, named after his father, who left him and his mother when he was only a baby. So, naturally, he hated his father and his name. He was an interesting kid, quite the nerd in every way. He was a good 120 pounds, almost six and a half feet tall, wore the ugliest glasses he could find, and the worst of all... he knew how to program computers. I honestly believe, to this day, that he knew more about computers than he did about his own sister. He was like me, he believed that there was no God and that humans were just lucky enough to get to where they are today, but we were young, so we really didn't have much of a opinion. The one thing that set him apart from from the other geeks in our school was that he actually knew what he was talking about.

Anyway, the story starts back in the summer of my thirteenth year. About 3 weeks after my thirteenth birthday, actually. I lived in a small Mormon town, everyone there were all about the church. Except for me and Bruce, of course. My parents drug me to church like they do every week. As I was sitting there, the bishop stood up and started to introduce the new family that had apparently just moved two houses down from where my family lived. As he listed off names, I thought it would never end. There were eight of them in total, but the oldest was serving a mission off in Europe somewhere.

After the long hour had finally finished. I tried my hardest to get out of the room and skip out on the next two hours of Sunday School. As I was walking towards the exit, I noticed my mom was talking to the mother of the new family. I tried to turn around, but she caught me.

“Jason, come meet Sister Miller.”

I grumbled and walked over to them.

“This is my son Jason,” my mother said to Sister Miller.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” she said. I could already tell she didn't like me, and that was okay, because I didn't like her either.

“Mom, you need to help me find my class!” said a girl shyly to Sister Miller.

“Okay, just wait one more minute, then I will help you,” her mother replied.

“How old are you?” my mother asked.

“Thirteen,” she said.

And that's where I started to panic, I wanted to get out of there, not they're going to make me take her to our Sunday School class.

“Really?” my mom started, and I looked at her with those eyes that say “Please don't”. My mother glared at me, and finished her invitation, “Jason is the exact same age as you are. He will take you to your class.”

We were walking down the hallway, and she hasn't said anything yet. Talk about awkward silence. She was as churchy as they come. Here she was, she had a white dress that went down to her ankles that had small purple flowers all over it. She had her long, dark blonde, hair back in two braids. And then there was me, wearing my favorite black, button up shirt with a tie that has skulls all over it, and my spiked hair.

“What did you say your name was?” I finally asked, trying to break the long silence.

“Abigail,” she replied quickly and quietly.

“Typical Mormon name,” I thought to myself.

“Well, here's our class room, tell the teacher 'hi' for me, will you?” I said as I turned around and walked away. Not even giving her time to say “Thank you” or “Where are you going?”, like she would anyway. Then ran over to Bruce's house, and we sat and played the latest and greatest video games that he just (illegally) downloaded from the internet for the next few hours.

When I finally went home, about 2 hours after curfew, my dad was there sitting on the couch like he always does when I am late.

“Where have you been?” he asked me sharply.

“Where do you think?” wondering why he asks me that every night I am late, it's not like he doesn't know.

I promptly walked out and went downstairs to my bedroom.

My bedroom was every thirteen year old's dream. Bruce and I had gotten into stealing whatever we wanted from the only game store in the area. We had gotten rather good at it actually. We have been only caught once, and that was Bruce's fault, he tried stealing a whole computer system.

The next morning I woke up to my mom screaming at me. I looked at the clock. 11:34. My mom barged into the room.

“Time to get up! It's almost noon! And I have a lot of work for you to do.”

I groaned and pulled myself out of bed.

When I walked up the stairs and sat down at the table, my mother handed me a list of chores to do, she does this every Monday morning.

“This is for sneaking out of church again, you have to stop doing that.”

“Why?” I asked.

“You need to go to all three hours of church, every week.”

“Why?” I asked again.

“Because I said,” she replied quickly and sternly.

I looked over the list. Mow the lawn, clean room, clean kitchen, clean leaving room, paint fence... and it went on and on.

“Why are you giving me so much work? I didn't do anything!”

“You skipped your meetings, and you left the new girl alone after I told you to take her to class”

“I took her,” I interrupted.

She ignored me and went on, “and you didn't get home before your curfew. Now, do your jobs, I don't want to hear anything from you until they're done!”

I was out painting the fence, and I noticed the neighbors at the millers house, helping them unpack. I looked at our garage and noticed the garage door opening. I walked over to see where my mom was going. As I was walking, I heard a loud scream coming from the house.

“Mom!” I thought. I started running.

The loudest banging sounds started echoing throughout the neighborhood.

“Almost there,” I was thinking, “Just keep running”.

The door was wide open. I stepped into the house as the intruder jumped out from behind the door and hit me over the head.

The my ears started ringing and the whole world went black. The next thing I knew, I was flat on my face, lying in a puddle of my own blood. A few of the neighbors were carefully walking in through the garage door.

“Mom!” I yelled.

I ran over to where she was working in the kitchen.

She was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. She was grasping at her stomach where the blood was oozing out of. Her eyes were wide open with fright. He face was cold with death. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to do. One of the neighbors walked into the room. She screamed. I heard sirens coming towards us. Someone had already called the cops. I ran for the phone, and in my panic tried to remember my dad's work number.

“Hello?” I heard my dad's voice say.

“Dad?” I said though my panic and tears, “Dad? Mom was just...” I couldn't finish.

“What's wrong?” my dad said.

I couldn't get enough energy to answer. I just stood there, blood all down my face, mixing with tears.

“What happened?!?” dad asked in a panic.

“She was killed dad.” I said quietly.

He said something under his breath, then started to cry. I heard the phone hit the floor. The sirens were now outside of my door. One of the neighbors grabbed me and told me that I had to go to the hospital for my injury.

I laid on the stretcher, I was too shocked to argue with them. I looked around as they loaded me in the ambulance. I noticed the Miller family standing in their front yard, all shocked from what they just witnessed. Apparently the murderer had just stolen their moving van, because I noticed that it was missing and their stuff was all over the floor. Right before they shut the door, I noticed something that I will never forget. I looked over where I left the paint by the fence. It was gone. I looked around, and I saw Abigail a few feet away from where I had stopped painting.

They started plugging me into monitors and asking me weird questions to make sure I didn't have a concussion or anything. They put an IV in my arm, and that's where my memory ends.

I woke up a few hours later. I looked around, half expecting to see my father sitting there. Only person I saw was the nurse, and she walked towards me and asked me all sorts of questions.

I looked up to the TV that was on the local news.

“Be careful!” the nurse suggested, “You have a minor fracture in your skull, so you might have a bad headache,” I wasn't listening, I was too busy paying attention to what I just saw on the TV.

“There was a fatal car accident this afternoon, no one really knows what happened, it appears the man had lost control of his vehicle at a very high speed, and ran into an on coming Moving Truck. 'He was going at least 85', witnesses say.” The lady on the news said. They showed the car, crumpled into a pole just a few miles north from where I lived. I started to scream. The nurse tried to calm me down. I kept yelling, I couldn't figure out why my life was falling apart like this. The nurse looked up at the TV, there she saw why I was screaming.

“Oh my...” the nurse muttered as they showed the picture of the driver.

“My dad!” I yelled.

NaNoWriMo

I'm entering teh NANOWRIMO for this year, so I decided to post my chapters in this blog as they come... stay teh TUNED!