Trevor gta 5 fanfiction

chapter 3

1976 10 -11 years old
*Trevor!!! * get your ass up! I hear my mom scream at me from the bottom of the steps. I sit up rubbing my eyes. I get up and race down the steps get a box of cereal. As I am going downstairs my mom goes to make eggs. "Kid....seriously? I'm about to make you bloody eggs.... I look at her and say I'm good I dont like bloody eggs knowing that's not what she meant with her English accent I just like teasing her. She rolls her eyes and continues to make eggs. She turns around "oh bu the way,ryan is coming to live with us for a bit...I sigh "why???? Hes dad favorite...." "well your father is back in the can so ryan has to come live with is....relax ....hes your brother! " I glare at her then go back to eating my cereal. I then mumble under my breath to my room. I put on a dirty  striped tee. I have no clean shirts because my mom rather be high than do any laundry.  It's a absolute shock she's even up....
I then brush my teeth because if I dont my mom will be pissed. I dont even brush my hair. I head down and grab my book back. I wave a goodbye to my mom who's now snoring on the couch.... I go to check the oven to ensure she didn't leave them on the oven. And seen the oven was still on
I smack my lips in annoyance... the eggs weren't burned yet but I threw them out anyhow... I then head out for the bus.

As I am waiting for the bus, I see the
The stupid saxophone kid and the booger eating girl. I live in a relatively  normal part of Michigan.  It's pretty nice out... the saxophone kid pulls out a handkerchief and blows into it. Meanwhile his 8 year sister continues to dig for gold ...* ned, think your sister found the gold always digging in her nose eh? Ned grabs his sister's arm.  Darla swings at him and this causes ned to fall back. I do my best to ignore the idiots. I've been trying hard not to flip out.  I hated boys town with a passion and hope I never see that place again because the next time I do I'll burn that fucker down... no one honestly dares to test me. Which I'm ok with.
Finally the slow fucking rust bucket of a bus pulls up first the idiot trombone player steps in and next is repulsive sister and as I was just about to board here comes Russell banks.... I despise him... hes some wannabe hardass 5th grader i dream of gutting him like a fish.... i don't know how I haven't ended his miserable being.... I guess I am changing????? I just glare at him as i step on the bus,the middle aged barn burner of a woman aka the bus driver smacks her lips  as I hesitate to step on the bus . "Cmon trevor..... either get on or walk..... I just shuffle up the steps to see once rowdy students turn silent... all but the three idiot's mark ,Russell and rob... they think they run a elementary school. Russell being the 5th grader and his two 4th grade minions just as annoying...  a once occupied seat becomes empty in the back as I head over. This seems to piss Russell off to the point he has to come at me. He quickly switched from the 4 th seat to the seat in front of me. He looks at  me deviously and then pulls out a piece of gum. He places said gum his disgusting cavity ridden mouth. I don't know what it is but I have somewhat of a fetish to mouths.  Female ,Male, human or not...
Russell gives me a half open mouth in disgust. "What are you looking at phillips??? "Nothing....much...Russie .." this three him off as if he expected me to be scared.... to this day ever since I moved back to this school after my foster family placed me into some stupid ass Christian academy which I am banned for life from there after showing my penis to a girl who ran crying.....I warn Russell to turn around. "Or what?" I refrain from threatening this moron.... I don't want to go back to boystown.... "nothing....just turn around ".. it's taking every inch of my being not to totally demolish this twerp and his two idiot followers.... there's so much things I want to do to them... I'm not above murder... I never actually killed anyone... I mean, sure I came close to it in kindergarten but I didn't do it... the most killing I had ever done was torchering stray cats and sodomizing dogs.... but actually killing anyone it's never happened .. I sit and ponder and then awake to the annoying bus driver telling the kids to exit the bus...
She's another one I wouldn't mind taking out.... it's just a matter of time.

I enter into the two story school building and head down the D hall to my classroom.  With absolute unfortunate circumstances I share the same classroom with the two wannabe russels... these two to say the least are his messengers... they are in charge of alerting him to my every move I dare to make... Russell may have a bit of an obsession of wanting to beat the snot out of me...hah....if he only knew I fantasize putting a brick to his face beating him with said brick as blood and brain matter fly all over the school yard. As I am daydreaming the teacher walks in greeting the once loud as fuck 9 and 10 year old kids. I hate every single one of them. I have no crushes ....no friends ....nothing... and I'm ok with that. I never really cared for friends.... I like being alone
...or maybe I don't.... after what felt like a eternity the day was half over. Math class and spelling passed. The bell rings "ok kids that's the lunch bell! Line up nicely and we will head to the lunch room. Afterwards is recess and then today is art class. I go in the back of the line to avoid any chances of those two dumbasses starting anything.

We head to the lunch room.  The one side is 5th graders finishing up. Aka russell is in this room... as I enter I see russell and stupid Becky.... I asked her to the Halloween dance. A part of me wants her to be my girlfriend, another part of me would just use her . She has Goldie locks and blue eyes bluer than the paint on the cinderblocks in this lunch room that once was the gym back before they put a second addition to the school. It houses the basket ball frenzy shit they have every other week.... I get in line for the same thing I eat every week. Bean casserole. A alternative to the standard lunch they make. I like it because I'm used to eating glob.... my mother doesn't cook.... well I should say she doesn't actually cook real food. She will try to make eggs and fail miserably because she falls asleep as they cook... one time she nearly started a fire...that fire reminded me of the time when I was 6 and my dad left me at the supermarket back in Alberta. A freak fire started in the grilling area.... that person was never found and there's no proof of who did it. Since then, it's just been my mom and I. She had a man for a few weeks but he went back to his family... and the last dude caused me to be placed in foster care. She only left him to gain custody of me back. And to be honest I'm glad that faggot is gone..some say he slipped in his sister's house down the stairs after someone broke in and put cooking oil on the stairs...that person also never was found.... no proof no need to investigate further...after a gruelling 30 minutes the 5th grader's have long went to recess . And now the 3rd graders entered the lunch room. There's maybe one kid I know and that's Beverly white.  She has beautiful black curls and brown eyes that hide a mysterious soul... she maybe only 8 but I'm almost 10...  she always smiles as she sees me. I too smile... if there's any girl in this world I would remotely consider being with it would he Beverly.  She wasn't overly liked. She had a speech impediment I cringe at every time she speaks but other than that she's absolutely  perfect. Recess was whatever...  it's just a bunch of stupid kids running around and being stupid. The 5th graders only stay for ten minutes before heading to whatever class they had next. Luckily it seemed that the two jerkoffs left me be as I sit on the bench  and just think. After 15 minutes the 3rd graders begin to enter the school yard. And low behold the sweet brown headed girl with curls and a pink bow . I only have known her for maybe a few months. I'm not new here , I attended the 3rd grade here and at that time she was a 2nd grader. She might be almost 2 years younger than me but she's the closest to heaven I would ever want to be in.  After 5 minutes the annoying recess watcher blows that annoying whistle "the following fourth grade classrooms report to each place you're assigned to go to. Gymnasium:mr blinks class, ms swine class:music room mrs browns class to the library
And last but not least mrs gross class art class room.