Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

I remember when it all started. It felt so long ago when..well when I was just a normal 18 year old high school student. Hmph, honestly though it was only a year ago. And that year ago I killed my only best friend. But, let me back up to the day my life switched courses...
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        CHAPTER ONE



March 10th, 2016 

"Mom I'm heading to school! See you later!" I grabbed my book bag and walked out of the house. The air outside was strangely chilly and I was really glad that I put on my leather jacket this morning. Oh yeah, you're probably wondering who the hell I am and all that other happy whore shit huh? Well then I might as well tell you. My name is kyle Stanford and I'm just like every other 18 year old high school student. A trouble maker and think that I can get away with about anything. This year is my last in highschool. To be honest I'm not really excited though. I haven't even figured out what I want to do with the rest of my life yet. That sounds pretty bad but it's the blunt truth.

My mom is a single parent. My dad left us when I was very small so I don't really have any memory of him being there. My mom works as a nurse at the hospital in the next city over. I worry for her alot. Especially because she has to work such odd hours and pay all the bills on her own. I try not to stress her out more than she already has been. My school is only 3 blocks from the house. So it makes it easier for me to get to class on time. The town I live in is quite small. Only a population of 500 or so. I don't hang with many people around here anyways. I mean people get "freaked out" when they see me. It doesn't bother me to much. I think it's much better to be alone anyways. People seem to judge me alot by my appearance. Just because I dye my hair 3 different colors and wear clothes with rips, belts and buckles doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I just like to be different. So what? Any who all this talk about me is getting boring so enough of that.

I walked down the street with my book bag swaying back and forth on my back when I heard my name being called.

"Kyle!"

"Oh boy..." I thought in an annoyed tone. I already knew who it was and I was in no mood to being teased this morning. I turned to see my good friend Nick running to catch up with me. I sighed and waved. 
"Hey nick..." I said with a look of impatience on my face. Nick caught up with me and leaned his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
"W-what's with the f-face dude?" He asked breathlessly. I rolled my eyes and began to walk ahead. 
"Just trying not to be late." If that's possible. Nick seems to always slow me down when he's around.

Nick has been my friend since second grade. My mom and I moved around that time because of an incident that started an uproar throughout the whole city. My mom was very worried for my safety so she took the advantage to move. So now I'm here in this small ass town. Nick is pretty popular. Especially with the girls. But here's the thing. 

He's gay.

And he likes to use that on me to pick and tease me. I mean I have nothing against gays and Nick isn't ugly. Actually he's really good looking to be fair. Tall like a model at the height of 5'11 and built to look like a beautifully sad fallen angel. I mean who the hell looks this perfect? Like who the fuck has skin that looks like porcelain and long hair that shines the color of a ravens feathers in the sun?! I sulk as I think about it. Yeah I was a bit jealous of nick's looks. I shook my head and snapped back to reality quickly. I turn around to see that nick was lagging behind. This is what i mean. Always taking his sweet ass time to go anywhere. Did he give a damn at all?

"Nick would you hurry your ass up? I don't want to be late." Nick looked at me and smiled with amusement. 

"Dont be late then. I'll catch up." I groaned in annoyance. He really should care more about his education. Maybe that's why he looks so perfect. He acts as though being beautiful is an every evening homework activity. 

"Hey Kyle are you even listening?" I snapped back out of my deep thoughts and looked up to see Kyle by my side. "S-sorry man..." jeez. What is with me today? I can't seem to focus on a damn thing. Nick stared at me for a couple seconds and walked ahead of me. I followed close behind. 

"What were you trying to tell me nick?" We were now close to greeting the front doors of the school when Nick stopped in his tracks answering my question without turning around.

"Its nothing just forget it kay?" And he walked through the doors as the bell went off telling kids that first period has now begun. 

"Are you fuckin serious?! You did it again kyle!" And I ran through the entrance not knowing at that moment that this would be the last time I ever stepped foot in my classroom again.