Hello.. I have finished the second chapter... GO ME!!! hehe...
cann1bal... be as brutal as you want... constructive criticism is good... BUT... i am actually trying for the hazy, non-defined sort of character at this point in time... you'll see why once i write a few more chapters...
ok. here is chapter the second...
Chapter the Second
My name is William. But no one calls me that except my great-grandmother, who has ten cats, and smells musty. Her name’s Beryl. Say no more. Everyone else calls me Rowdy. I hate school, I hate writing, and I refuse to say another word.
William threw down his pen. Stupid moronic English teacher!, he thought. What’s the point? Yes… Let’s write ‘get to know you’ pieces… Let’s not… Spare me… He sighed. He wouldn’t even be at school if it wasn’t for his mother. He wouldn’t be doing any of this if it wasn’t for her.
He watched the heads in front of him, most of them bent over, scribbling madly. All conforming, like the little robots they were becoming. Screw the institution!, he thought savagely. All it did was keep him and everyone else inside, leaning empty facts and abstract mathematical principles that they would never use ever again. He slumped down onto his desk, and stared blankly at the clock.
He breathed a long sigh of relief as the bell sounded for lunch. He barely heard the teacher tell the class that they would be sharing their introductory paragraphs tomorrow. He threw his belongings into his bag, hitched it up over his shoulder with a slight grunt at the weight of it, and skulked out of the room.
William trudged down the crowded, noisy stairs towards his locker. He reached his locker, shoved a few bodies out of the way that were standing in front of it, opened the cold metal door, and stared into its depths, unaware of why he was there in the first place. As he stared mindlessly into his locker, his mind began dredging up memories from its bottom, as it always did when he let his guard down. These were things he was trying to forget…
In his mind’s eye, he saw his mother, smiling. She was a beautiful woman, always sunny and bright. He remembered her warm embrace, her wrapping him up in her arms, making all his cares fly away.
He threw his books into his locker, slammed the door shut, and walked off, his chocolate brown hair falling in front of his eyes, their vivid green blurred by tears. He wiped his eyes angrily, and slouched slowly over to his group of friends.
As soon as he reached them, his moment of weakness was spotted. “Oy Rowdy, you girl! You’ve been blubbing again mate!” William did nothing but extend his middle finger in Rob’s general direction. Rob laughed. He and William had an understanding – the insulted each other mercilessly and non-stop, but they were still the best of friends.
William settled back into his usual routine – swearing at each other, planning parties where the alcohol would flow freely, discussing which girls they’d hooked up with or done over the weekend (none of which were actual occurrences), and planning which of the more studious students – nerds, as they were cruelly referred to by the group – they’d bash up next, just for the hell of it.
For some reason, none of this seemed to appeal to William today. He just felt… detached from them at this point in time. Everything they were talking about seemed pointless, trivial. “Hey Rowdy, what’s up with you?” yelled Josh, a tall boy with blonde hair, gelled up in tufts. “You missing Emma to much? Aren’t getting any?” William bristled. Josh knew that Emma was a delicate subject, knew that the wound was still fresh in William’s mind. Ever since she’d left....
William felt his eyes grow hot. He punched Josh hard in the arm, before he let his emotions get the better of him. Josh punched back. Soon they were in an all-out brawl – kicking, punching and tearing at each other. This was normal – William was the prize fighter of the group. But today his heart just wasn’t in it.
William sat astride Josh, laying into him mercilessly. Suddenly, William felt himself being pulled away. He let Rob yank him off Josh, who lay panting on the grass. “Rowdy… What’s gotten into you man?” asked Rob, bewilderment in his eyes. “Dude… You’re more vicious than usual… I swear to God, you would have taken his head off if I hadn’t pulled you off him. You alright?” William didn’t answer. He felt his eyes fill with unmanly tears once more. He turned on his heel, and walked off, looking for a dark corner to hide in, where he could let his emotions out.
Whaddya think??? Not too melodramatic, is it??? Any criticism is welcome...
Now I have to start Chapter the Third... Bloody hell...
But i've broken 1000 words!!! YEEEWWW!!!! I have exactly 1 024 words so far... only 8 976 to go... oy veh...