My name is Curtis, Curtis Ashe Eviscolft. I know, I know, I have a very rare name.
Most people always say how lucky I am to have it, but I acually hate it. It gets so
annoying when people tell meI do. So anyways, Im 15 years old and I live in Shelton,
Washington. It's such a small ghetto town where alot of rapers and druggies live.
I use to live in Olympia,but we moved here just so we could live closer to my
grandparents who are getting weaker and weaker day by day. I don't really miss any
of my Olympia friends, not one bit. They all tell that im emo and goth, only when they saw
one recent picture of me. It makes me want to hurt them. But not all of them. One of them,
Den, She was always nice to me.She told me that no matter what I look like, emo, or
goth, that she will still like me. But as a friend of course. But she moved to Texas.
I miss her so much. I wish I could be there with her. Well, anyways, Im 5'8, I have
Black hair a little bit above my shoulders, I can admit, I dress im black most of the
time. but hey, you've got to admit, Im hotter looking in black then im colors.
"Curtis!" My mom called. She sounded kind of mad, so I didn't respond back to her.
"Curtis! Get over here, right now!" She yelled louder this time. So i slowly walked
to where I heard he voice. I walked into the living room, and there she was. Holding
Something wet and slimey up with her thumb and finger. "yea." I asked her.Trying to sound innocent.
"What could this possibly be, Curtis? Do you reconise this certain object by any chance?" She
asked me with a hight pitched voice. I acually did know what it was. It was her favorite
dress that i threw in the little fish pond in the front of the house.I only did it cause
I was real pissed off at her at the time and I wanted to make her angry. I was going to
admit that I did it, but I tought of what she would do to me afterwards. "um, no. I have
no idea what it is or what happened. Sorry." I responded back to her. Trying not to smile.
When she walked away she mumbled something under her breath, but I couldn't really make it out.
I've always been the loner in the family. No one really understands me. No one really
wants to either. My little brother thinks im a spawn of satan, My little sister thinks
Im a big monster that wants to eat her, and my big sister doesn't look at me or talk to
me. I see them all as strangers. I dont even know how old they all are. Not like I would
care.
It's my first day of school today. I hate first and last days. First days suck because
you don't know anyone there exept for a few people that aren't in any of your classes,
and everyone picks on you. last days also suck, because everyone is giving everyone eles
hugs and saying "oh, I'll Miss you so much", even when they see each other every day over
the summer.I hate it so much. So, anyways, I got lost on my way to homeroom. I looked
around, looking lost and waitting for someone to help me. Then some girl came up and
asked me, "Hey, your that one new guy. It's Curtis, right?" "yeah." I said quickly in
response. She put out her hand and said, "Well then, hello Curtis. My name is Susan,
Susan Baxwell." I just looked at her hand as if I didn't know what to do with it.
"Your suppose to shake it." She chuckled. I shook her hand with a fake grin on my face,
Then she took my card that had all of my room numbers on it. "Room 203, eh'? Well your in luck cause thats
my homeroom as well." She said joyfuly. I responded back with a small grin, and we made
our way to class.
My teacher, Mrs.Laxter, only made my day woorse. She made me come up to the front of the room and
introduce myself to the whole class. When she let me sit back down, I could tell that
everyone was talking about me. They would whisper something to the person next to them,
laugh, then glare at me. I was so pissed. I felt like hurting the little pathetic beasts.
I glanced across the room to find Susan starring at me. I looked at her, but Her face
looked as if it were frozen in that position. She was starring at me like she saw me kill
someone or something like that. I called her name, then she blinked, looked away, glanced back at
me once more, then looked back at her paper, looking scared and worried at the same time. She
constantly kept looking twards me, I tryed to see what she was looking at. I followed where her eyeswere going, and it was
my partner. I havn't even noticed her sitting next to me. She just sat there, starring
at the front wall the whole period. When the bell rang, She pratically ran out thr door,
making me drop all of my things. No one helped me pick them up, they only kicked me on
there way out.
2007-07-02
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