Author here just so you know. The story is all from DANNY'S POV. Enjoy the read 😉
Chapter 1 : Anethema
Work?
A waste of time of you ask me.
As much as I'm happy my dad got a new job, I absolutely HATE moving. It means work. Carrying boxes to and from,the car which is hella annoying if I do say so myself. So okay it's not really that far from my old home but seriously work is work! And I think I made it pretty clear that I despise work. From my old home at Thornfalls I'd say Holdenbridge is approximately three hours away so I'd probably be going to this this high school. Definitely makes more sense then taking a plane everyday.
Yip, just three hours. Which also means a new life for me.
I could use that.
In my old school I was what you would label a nerd. Apparently that means I'm unpopular because I want a 'good job'. And Hell no I'm not changing my rep to some wannabe just to fit in. Nah, I'll be the same old kid that wears glasses carries books everywhere, find me at the library, or studying on a party night. That's just mostly who I am. I don't see why society doesn't like it.
Well that's not precisely who I am. It's just what others know. They don't know the rollerskater, skydiver, fearless, cold-blooded, heartless,
Home sapien (gotcha !)
This isn't some vampire book dude, I'm exaggerating.
But the popular ones knew I was captain of the girls football team and they bullied me. That is when my best friend wasn't in sight Thomas Woods. The most awesome bff and amazing football player. Blue Black hair (that I call iodine) and striking, warm brown eyes. I'll miss him and all the memories we cherished for twelve years. The only thing I'll miss from Thornfalls high-my ex school. Not that I'm excited about going to a new high school but c'mon how hard can it be.
Sarcasm. It's sarcasm. Please like I can manage people.
"Hey Danny how's it goin ?" my older brother Peter pops his head through my door.
His sandy brown mop of hair, the same colour as mine that we inherit from my mother, though he has deep black eyes and I have green from my father's side. My brother is at home for the weekend to help mum and I unpack since dad's busy with work before leaving for campus. Last year and he's out free. Lucky bish.
I kick a soccer ball to him grinning, "Catch!"
He does followed by crazy knee trick and then kicks the ball back. Show off. Peter has a daring look in his eyes. "You're on"
I lift and eyebrow and smile. Soon the ball is out of bedroom and rolling down the stairs, we're kicking it, going towards the lounge dribbling cardboard boxes. I topple over one bringing Peter with me and we hit the floor with a resounding thud. Eventually mum throws us out of the house muttering something about immature teenagers and we decide to finish the game outside. We drag two flower pots as a goalpost and continue playing. Moving the ball with our feet and shoving each other roughly.
"GOAL!" I yell breathlessly when I manage to hit the flower pot.
"No, you cheated, that was totally offside," Peter argues. I roll my eyes trying to catch my breath.
"Dude, there's only two players you can't expect it to be onside," I retort.
"Whatever, I still won," he says lying flat on the soft grass, arms behind his head. Sore loser.
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