i'll think of a title after i've written the story
You are walking home from school.You've had a really bad day. Your teachers had yelled at you. You got in trouble in PE cause some kid shoved your head into the bleachers and you hit him with a hokey stick. You got three days ISS, one for each fight you had gotten into and to top it all off you had to go home, where you'd get screamed at and even hit sometimes. But this was your life. It sucked. You used to have a good life. You used to get all A's and B's, you used to be gentle and innocent, and most of all you used to love your family.
All that had changed now. You were a punk to put it simply. You dressed in black cargo jeans and a blood red hoodie with a black dragon on the front. You were always looking for a fight. And you had only one close friend. You were obsessed with being strong because the world had hurt you so much. You wouldn't let that happen again.
So like I was saying, you were walking home in your typical bad mood. You kept getting this eery feeling that you were being whached, but after a few times of stopping and looking around, you finally just shook it off. 'Noone is there' you tell yourself. You walk like this for a few miles, when suddenly, you hear something in the bushes. You stop and stare at them. 'What is that?' You are dying to know.
What do you do?
All that had changed now. You were a punk to put it simply. You dressed in black cargo jeans and a blood red hoodie with a black dragon on the front. You were always looking for a fight. And you had only one close friend. You were obsessed with being strong because the world had hurt you so much. You wouldn't let that happen again.
So like I was saying, you were walking home in your typical bad mood. You kept getting this eery feeling that you were being whached, but after a few times of stopping and looking around, you finally just shook it off. 'Noone is there' you tell yourself. You walk like this for a few miles, when suddenly, you hear something in the bushes. You stop and stare at them. 'What is that?' You are dying to know.
What do you do?