MINI UPDATE ALERT!!!!!!!!  Hey guys!  I'm not dead, just getting enough pictures for a GIGANTIC update!  It's coming REALLY soon, I promise.  With that gigantic update I will also tell about my last track meet and my trip to St. Louis so yeah.  So what's the mini update you ask?  WELL, I'm starting to write a story.  At first it was just for fun.  But then my mom, dad, Saku and Ghostie read it and said it was  "lik reading a really good  fanfic that u want to be pblished so u can buy it or read over and over."  (Ghostie said that on a Google chat I had with her).  So yeah.  Here's the story!  Please comment on it!

 

Dallas was standing at the bus stop when he felt it. It was a sensation that he was sure he’d felt before, but a long time ago. It was a kind of chill and a small knot in his stomach formed and it made him want to run home, climb into bed, pull the covers over his head and hide. It took him several moments to figure out what it was. Then it hit him. Fear. That’s what it was. Fear. This surprised Dallas because the last time he’d felt fear was…… months ago. He’d had a reason to fear then, but why that small thrill of fear zinged though him at this bus stop on a windy mid-November day he had no clue. Although, Dallas thought, it probably had to do with the fact that it was his first day of school. Ever. And he was 12.

Dallas was tall and skinny, but not freakishly tall and skinny. Actually, he had quite the muscles for a 6^th grader. He had darkish brown hair, kind of a dark chocolate color, but the very tips were colored black and then faded into a robin’s egg blue then into his real hair color. Dallas had had these dyes in his hair for as long as he could remember and now really couldn’t do without them. He wore a rather large hoodie that was tan. The sleeves halfway down were tan then black, as well as the hood. On the back in large blue letters it read DALLAS and below in even larger letters it read 08. He wore arctic camo colored pants and very large black, light blue and white etnies. Dallas’ skin had a tanned look to it which made his vivid yellow eyes stick out.

At the moment, these vivid yellow eyes were staring perplexedly at the tips of his rather large shoes. Dallas was still trying to work out the fear thing. He supposed it had to do with the fact that in the past several months his whole life had become turned around. It had all started with the fire thought Dallas, but he shuddered at the mere thought of fire and pushed the terrible memory from his mind. This he also did with the weeks of waiting at the police station and the decision to send him to juvy for 2 months. Smiling slightly, he thought about Alyx, his second friend, whom he met there. Alyx was smart and funny, but sorely neglected by her father. That neglect, unfortunately, had led Alyx to do some bad things, most recently of which was stealing a car and driving it on the main road. But at least Alyx’s father had noticed. He was currently taking some counseling, according to Alyx in her most recent letter. Dallas sighed and thought about that day, the day that had changed everything. The day he’d left Alyx and juvy behind. The day he’d been adopted.

No, Dallas wasn’t bad. In fact, he was rather shy and innocent looking. He’d just had a hard life, full of experiences that kids his age should never go though. Dallas had never been wanted. That was the only problem. At least, it had been the only problem until Leanne and Jeremy Brooks had decided to make it their responsibly to give Dallas the love and care that had been so long neglected in his life. They’d seen Dallas’ name and info on a website and had been interested. Two months after this Dallas had chosen the middle name Jason and was adopted by the Brooks. Then the counseling started, and the tutoring, and the therapists. Dallas surprised them all. Despite all he’d gone though in the past couple of months, he didn’t need counseling or therapists. And the tutors soon discovered that Dallas had quite the academic potential. His reading and writing were defiantly up to 6^th grade standards as well as his math. The only problems academically that he had was in science and social studies. Well what did you expect? He’d never been to school before.

And that was the reason Dallas was standing at the bus stop, thinking of fear and his past. And that was the reason he gulped when finally the bus came in the windy predawn. And Dallas’ first ever day of school began with a long bumpy ride in a loud, dark bus.

The bus ride itself wasn't really that bad thought Dallas as he scrolled though the songs on his ipod.  He sighed and leaned against the window, staring at the unfamiliar landscape and letting the hip-hop song he was listening to fill up his head so he wouldn't have to think about the place where he was heading.  Dallas wasn't afraid of school, he was just afraid on how he would fit in.  It had been like that in the past too, fitting it was the most important thing, it had dominated most of Dallas' thought process in the past.  The bus tires squeaked, bringing Dallas back to the present.  They'd arrived outside a gray brick building that was almost sandwiched between two others.  The sign over the door read SOUTH PERRY JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL.  Dallas sighed and realized that he had no clue what he was in for.  Not even the slightest clue.  He felt like he'd been sentenced to his doom.

 

While it was Dallas' first day, it was just a regular Tuesday for everyone else.  Alec Hartwood looked up at the front of the school gloomily and bit off a piece of his pop-tart.  He was especially gloomy today, because he knew he could avoid it no longer, his mom would kill him if he didn't come home with it today.  He hated it.  His report card was here.