Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

                                                     Chapter One

Light overcame my room, waking me up. Not that I wanted too. The only thing that would greet me is my parents, and believe me, you dont want that. 
    Im Alex. 14 years old, and skinnier than ever. I have longer hair than most boys would prefer, and light blue eyes, gleaming with what I can only describe as hatred.
    After laying in my bed five more minutes, I finally managed to get myself up and dressed. Sighing, I opened my door. As usual, my Step Dad was asleep on the living room couch, beer in hand. Of course he left the TV on.
    I decided not to stay around for him to wake up. Grabbing the 20 bucks I had on my dresser, I made my way out. I knew exactly where  I was going; the drugstore. Thats where all the outcasts like me hang. Its better than staying home, at least. 
    I lived just a few blocks away from the hang, so I dont mind walking so much. The neighborhood was pretty run down. Almost all the grass was dead, the houses molded, and litter was every where the eye could see.
    It felt like one of those apocalyptic movies. "Sup, Lex?" Moon was the first to spot me. We call him moon cause his eyes are almost all white, since they were burned. Funny thing he always spots things before us. He has shaggy black hair, and hes 15. 
    "What took you so long this time?" Thats a typical greeting from Nala. Shes 13, has dirty blonde hair down to her heels, and an attitude you dont want to mess with. 
    "Stayed up late last night," I mumbled. "I was writing." 
    "Pfft, you and your writing", Nala snapped.
    "You and your attitude", I snapped back.
    She just glared at me and went back to fueling the fire we had set up. We were one of many groups who sat here in the alley. 6 other groups of kids sat around theyre fire. "Who wants some breakfast?" I asked, holding up my 20. "Yeah, my stomachs roaring louder than my dad," Moon said. Oh yeah, we all have stupid parents. Constantly yelling and beating us. 
   I got us all a burger from the store's cafe. We all ate like pigs. Most of us kids do. We never were raised to have manners. As soon as I finished, I broke out my book. I write everything in it, its my outlet. If this were to be read by any one but me, I dont even know what I would do. I started writing what had happened this morning. "Light overcame my room, waking me up..."
   Whatcha writing there, Twig?" Sometimes they compare me to a twig, cause how thin I am. "None of your bees wax, Wolf Girl." Apparently Nala didn't like that name, so She tackled me down. "Hey, No!" Too late. she was reading the first page. "It happened late at night, when-" Luckily, thats all she could read before I jumped her. "What the heck!?" I scowled at her. She didnt seem to care though. 
    Nala has always been the rough type of girl. Reckless. I guess thats not a bad thing to be; in fact, shes kind of fun to have around. She would start fights with other gangs, and we would always win. That made us one of the strongest gangs. 
    The rest of the day went like they all do; We hang until seven, go home, parents are fighting, then we lay in our beds and text each other. I often sketch when I get home, too. "What should I draw today?" I asked myself. Right then, Step - Jerk (Thats what I call my dad) broke out yelling like a fool. So thats what I drew.
    Starting with the head.. almost pig shaped. Long horns, a jaw that opens farther than a whale. Huge tusks and broken sharp teeth. A fat body, covered in mold and fungus. This is how I pictured him. A fat pig with no trace of forgiveness. 
    Right then, my phone buzzed. A text from Moon in the group chat. It read, "Cant come tomorrow." I typed back, "and why is that?" He seemed hesitant to answer, as he went back and forth from typing. Finally, an answer. " Broke my arm. My dad hit me." 
    Oh, how I despise our parents. I dream of the day im old enough to get a job and move out. I'll buy the gang and I a house to share, and our parents will be long gone. If we make it through.