Try Hard, Bad Boy

Chapter 1: Surpirse

Warning: profanity is used, a lot.

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Chapter 1:Surprise

"Please no, oh mom, pleas-"

"I said it and its final."

"Moooooooom!"

"Adelaideeeeeeeeeee!"

"You couldn't have at least told me before we got in the car?"

"If I told you before you were in the car, you wouldn't even have gotten in the car in the first place."

"True. But it would've been nice to know. I could have at least packed like a baseball bat, bee bee gun, bow and arro-"

"Addy, he isn't even that bad. Sure he gets in trouble a lot at school, but he was a good kid once. Plus his father is a very nice man, and also happened to be your fathers best friend."

"Knife. No, probably knives. I'll need multiple ones, because he's probably already like a damn Ninja in hand to hand combat. Wait- is that even hand to hand combat if it's with knives?"

My stomach twist in knots as the familiar house comes into view. Actually not house, mansion.

You're probably very confused here, but so I am. Let me tell you what I at least know.

My single mother has to travel to Toronto on a business trip for a couple of weeks. She didn't want me home alone, so I thought I was going to go stay with my aunt. Turns out, my aunt already moved to Seattle with her new fiancé. Mom wanted me to still stay in school. So now, I have to stay with the possible worst person in that whole entire penitentiary.

Daniel Grant. My body shutters with the sound of his name in my head. Daniel Grant is possibly the most annoying human being on this planet.

I've been attending school with him for the past twelve years, and I can tell you every minutes I've even been forced within a close proximity with him has been hell.

Did I know him personally? No. But the hatred I feel for him is pretty personal. Ok fine, I don't hate him.
Hate is a very strong word that I like to use for other things, such as homework.

Doesn't change the fact that I still don't like him. Every class I've had with him has been hell. He's constantly causing trouble and interrupting class. No, not just the normal "try hard to be class clown" kid kinda way, but more of a "I am obligated to disrupt class or any situation I am ever in" way.

Kind of like all those memes you see online when you're like "why?" To you're Brian and it's just like, "you gotta." I'd image this runs through Daniel's head a lot.

Daniels brain: Ok, the teacher handing out the mid term, you gotta pull out a Vape pen.

Daniels: I don't even Vape, so why?

Daniels brain: you gotta.

So he's basically his brains own bitch. But since the brain controls pretty much everything in the body, isn't everyone's their brains bitch?

"Adelaide, come on. They're waiting." My mom tells me, waiting outside of the opened passenger door.

I take a deep breath. This is probably the last time I'll ever live to see the outdoors. Just kidding. I'll momentarily get to go outside while the cops are carrying me away toward they're car. Just kidding again, I'll get plenty of air once I'm living on a fat tree branch in the back yard until the war is over.