Post by Blu The Wolf (DeadKittens) on Aug 28, 2014 21:21:01 GMT -6
Alrighty I've been thinking about this for a bit and I haven't been really active on Stray, so yay book time~
Between the Lost and Found Hearts
Chapter one
The Beginning
"Ow owhh!" Zack cried on the ground as a much bigger, fatter kid and a gang of other boys a little older looking than Zack were laughing at him while they were in the middle of the school restroom, in front of the sinks. The bigger fatter kid was digging his foot in Zack's back and pulling Zack's arm.
"Do your yoga!" The fat kid squealed in the poor boy's ear. The other group of kids laughed. They are heartless. They have no pity. Zack told himself to not tell them to stop, not talking to them during their bully sessions usually made them do hurt him less. The fatter kid released his grip violently and got off and walked away, he of course make a gross noise and spat on Zack's head. The others walked off. Zack got up, he wiped the saliva from his head and curled up in a ball under the sinks and balled. He didn't bother telling anyone, nor killing himself.
Zack got up from quiet sobbing and grabbed his binder. It was thrown everywhere and soaked from god knows what. Zack sighed and lazily gathered the study papers and pencils.
"You know you shouldn't take their crap." Another boy spoke across the room. The boy looked like a 7th grader. Zack ignored him and continued to pick the materials up.
"Did they deafen you, or are you just stupid?" The younger kid spoke louder, "I said you shouldn't take this bullying and all this crap! Stand up for yourself, dude; you're an 8th grader!" The kid continued. "--Name's Charles." He added.
Zack ignored. There was a long, dead silence.
"Dude..." Charles shook his head in disappointment and walked off impatiently, binder in arms.
Lunch. Perfect time to get lunch dropped on the floor. Zack didn't even bother attending lunch or even getting anything to eat. He just sat in the classroom by himself, and his English teacher. Zack sat far away from him and didn't talk to his teacher when he asked stuff. He just tapped his pencil on his desk and drew a dog. The dog picture was very.... Bad.
Zack found this as "Pretty good" and kept it in a secret spot in his binder. He could never risk let it getting taken away by the group of bullies.
Zack finally got home.
Perfect.
His mother was cooking dinner, porkchops. His favorite, nothing tastes as good as a freshly cooked, crispy porkchops. Zack took his binder to his room, where he took out crumpled papers and a pencil.
~More chapters and storyline coming soon to a thread near you~
Chapter one
The Beginning
This is Zack Calinfar. He is...a what would you call it........ a young boy. He is honestly very bad at school. Very very bad. Making most things in his life difficult. Zack deals with such big stress at age 14. He has divorced parents, as his father was abusive to his sister and mother. He was bullied.
Zack's life was as any other kid with a hard life.
Zack's life was as any other kid with a hard life.
"Do your yoga!" The fat kid squealed in the poor boy's ear. The other group of kids laughed. They are heartless. They have no pity. Zack told himself to not tell them to stop, not talking to them during their bully sessions usually made them do hurt him less. The fatter kid released his grip violently and got off and walked away, he of course make a gross noise and spat on Zack's head. The others walked off. Zack got up, he wiped the saliva from his head and curled up in a ball under the sinks and balled. He didn't bother telling anyone, nor killing himself.
Zack got up from quiet sobbing and grabbed his binder. It was thrown everywhere and soaked from god knows what. Zack sighed and lazily gathered the study papers and pencils.
"You know you shouldn't take their crap." Another boy spoke across the room. The boy looked like a 7th grader. Zack ignored him and continued to pick the materials up.
"Did they deafen you, or are you just stupid?" The younger kid spoke louder, "I said you shouldn't take this bullying and all this crap! Stand up for yourself, dude; you're an 8th grader!" The kid continued. "--Name's Charles." He added.
Zack ignored. There was a long, dead silence.
"Dude..." Charles shook his head in disappointment and walked off impatiently, binder in arms.
Lunch. Perfect time to get lunch dropped on the floor. Zack didn't even bother attending lunch or even getting anything to eat. He just sat in the classroom by himself, and his English teacher. Zack sat far away from him and didn't talk to his teacher when he asked stuff. He just tapped his pencil on his desk and drew a dog. The dog picture was very.... Bad.
Zack found this as "Pretty good" and kept it in a secret spot in his binder. He could never risk let it getting taken away by the group of bullies.
Zack finally got home.
Perfect.
His mother was cooking dinner, porkchops. His favorite, nothing tastes as good as a freshly cooked, crispy porkchops. Zack took his binder to his room, where he took out crumpled papers and a pencil.
~More chapters and storyline coming soon to a thread near you~