COLLIDE

__CHAPTER 1: "LIES"__ "I'll live this lie once more", I told to myself as I closed my locker shut. My head thumps. My face screams but I don't. "Late again for science", I thought as I walked-or should i say-trudged the hall. I heard Mr. Moss through the door.

I opened it.

"Late again Mr.(I'll decide later)"

"The name is Kyle and yes I am obviously late" I thought. I plunk my backpack on the floor, then I slouched in my seat.

"Science is good for-"

-nothing

"Everything!!!"

Raven Rough, the weird girl who sits next to me starts poking me then says, "this is the tenth time...how much more tardies are you going to get?"

I pretended not to listen and replied in my mind with, "how many times will you count my tardies before you notice that you sound like a 'friggin stalker?!"

"Hello? Do you even have a voice?"

"NO."

She gasped. "OMG! That's the first time I heard your voice!" This same girl said that to me in the seventh, sixth grade and so on...

"Get a life", I thought.

Get a life...maybe that should be said to me. Twenty DS games, six Wii games, twelve ps3 games, one psp game and one gamecube game... that's life... I check the wall clock. Thirty more minutes to go. I feel like fainting, sleeping...dying. I stare, until I hear a loud shocking voice.

"KYLE!"

"Huh,wha?"

"What is the answer to number three!"

Heck with this. "I don't know"

"You're already thirteen Kyle! THIRTEEN!

So. Pathetic. I can't even get any comedic relief from my stupidity. No laugh, no giggle, no evil smile. This class thinks of me as an interesting specimen. Everyone just stares like I'm on display.

Everything is wrapped in lies.

The bell rings and I accidentally slap myself with my backpack. Raven accidentally scratches herself as well. Monkey see, monkey do. She's one weird stalker. Well of to second period. I pass by my locker and-again- I hear

"I'll live this lie once more..."

I didn't say that...This creeps me out. I quickly pull my head out of my locker and end up seeing no one but a door slamming concluding that someone was here. I rushed to P.E.

Late.

One of my "friends" run up to me, his name is Chris. All my friends are fake friends. They're just with me so I don't look like a loner. So basically, I'm using them...

"Hey! Yo! Dude! What happened to you during science?"

"That's not so new 'dude' so stop asking." He asks me this all the time as if I hadn't been yelled at by teachers since birth.

He brushes my hair as if I was some sort of cute toddler.

"Chill dude tell you what", he begins. "We can go to Lucy's! I'll pay!"

"Sure 'dude' ."

I didn't want to go to Lucy's. It's a super loud diner with a billion dancing people on the dance floor and lots of and-I don't just mean by accident-food on the floor. It's some sort of style. I step on a fresh burger on the floor as I head for the EXIT sign. Ditching Chris is easy. Just give a good reason (the next day) like "I forgot" or "I was grounded" and you pass. Except; It was too late to ditch. Chris is standing at the doorway.

"Are you looking for the restroom or 'sumthing'? He said, "'cause this is the exit..."

I don't say anything; I just stare until a waitress bumps into me and drops a perfectly good double cheese burger. Ah, now I know why the floor is filled with food. It wasn't a style after all.

"Come on let's order a burger", Chris says completely ignoring the fact that I was going to ditch him.

"Might as well eat one of the floor", he jokes, "It's probably going to end up on there anyways."

I laugh. It's been a week or two since I laughed.

By the time I get home it is exactly twelve-o-clock. My mom is freaking out, but I am soon dismissed upon seeing the exhausted look on my face. I went into my three year old, designed room. It has cloud wallpaper and I share a bunk with my older brother, Destin. The bunk bed is so tiny that my legs extend further from the end. I sleep at the top and every time I move, the bed makes an annoying creaking noise causing so many-and I mean over a billion-sleepless nights. PLUS my Destin's snoring and the cute mat on the floor with toddler toys, this is a nightmare. I couldn't stand it. I put on my hoodie and rushed downstairs. I was inches away from the door when, I heard shuffling -bunny slipper- foot steps.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Mom.

"Um...uh...I left my cell phone on a bench in the street!" I blurt out.

My mom swiftly took out her phone. For a moment. I feel puzzled, but then I know. She will call my phone. Her bat ears ready to hear yet another melody filled lie. I felt my forehead get moist, but I quickly wiped it as my mom eagerly waited. Don't you dare ring you stupid piece of junk!

Nothing.

I felt a sigh escape my lips. My mom,-now putting down the phone-eyed me with her hawk eyes. I felt like a mouse to her, but I kept my cool. I looked at her with what girls would call "puppy dog eyes". Still examining her pray, my mom let me go. I scampered out feeling so relieved; feeling like being free from prison, but as soon as I turned the doorknob, I heard a thud. No. Not a loud thud. Just quiet enough to be...to be... I felt my head turn slightly.......

my phone. It fell out of my pocket.

Enraged, y mom sent me to bed with no phone. Great. I was a criminal who was caught within an inch away from escape...Wait a minute? Why was I escaping in the first place?!

I woke up to finding my big brother slapping away at my face. He obviously enjoys it. I mean, who wouldn't enjoy slapping me?

"HEY! YEAH, DUDE! WAKE UP!" my brother yelled in a voice that sounded more like a huge man who robs people. Which, in my opinion, is really funny and ironic because he looks like he's nearly my age when he's actually six years older than me.

"Hey Destin." I say right before grabbing his face and puncturing it with my knee. I love combo moves...

He walked out saying made-up, childish "bad words". I stayed on my bed recalling my confusion from the last night before falling asleep, yet again. I remember waking up to the sight of me on the floor with no blanket. A-still enraged- mom stared back at me with her hawk eyes still in use.

"Wake up." She said in a stern voice.

I moaned and noticed that she pushed me off the top of my bed and crashed me down here on the childish mat. Suddenly I felt stinging pain; I began to groan loudly until I concluded that my mom will NOT feel pity for me. After all, she is the one who pushed me down... I stood up to get ready for school.

I'm sure it's no surprise to Raven to see me late-and yelled at- again, yet she still mentions that 'this is the whatever-th time and blah blah blah. I tuned her out after she said "this".

I barely pay attention to class as usual (who does?!). I somehow noticed a pretty deep cut on Raven's arm. How did she get that?! She's so quiet and she's always alert in case of rowdy people horse playing. No one hates ger or anything like that...(besides me) so why and/ or how did she get that?! "Nah." I think. Maybe she just accidentally got that. I believed this and -finally!- noticed that someone is yelling...at...me. Great. It's Mr. Moss...so much for finally paying attention to something. The bell rings and I quickly scurry out of prison until, a voice catches my ear.


 * "The lie will end soon."**

I turn around. No one is there.

__CHAPTER 2: "FIGHTING WITH MYSELF"__ I am in social studies fighting a silent. With who? Me -of course-

"Listen to the teacher this is actually interesting!" the good side says.

"Are you kidding?! This won't help with my future at all." The bad side says.

"There's that thing teaching us about muskets again."

"Stop! Don't be mean."

"SHUT UP!"

"I REFUSE! Hey! You know what would be fun? DITCHING THIS CLASS!"

"NOOOOO!"


 * "The lie will end soon."**

I shudder. Who told me that? How do they know about the lies?

"What lies?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT LIES?' IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!"

Again...I argue with myself luckily,

UNDER CONSTRUCTION