That Wild Summer

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My friends were the craziest bunch of teenagers you've probably ever seen. That was because of their families. Each one of them had their own f****d up stories. Not all of them liked to share them. Not everyone wanted to share, but when they did, only we heard-especially about the emotional and physical scars. No one questioned why though, not even the adults. Not like they cared though, most of them just thought we were just a feeb, 2 thieves, a slut, and a w***e.

Alexander was 14 years old, about 5'6 "tall, but still growing. He would start high school after the summer. He is what most people call a feeb. He was dumb and most people think he wouldn't amount to anything. Which was probably true no one expected anything from him. Daine was his sister. She took care of him the best she could at school and stuff but she got fed up with him a lot. We don't really know why? Maybe it was because he was an i***t or annoying.

Jack was 16 years old and 5'11 tall. He wasn't smart, but he wasn't dumb. He was smart when he applied himself. He was usually a B and C student. His home life was okay neither of his parents wherever home. There was usually money on the counter for food or anything he needed. He was always a nice person. But everyone thought he was a thief. I don't know why he was always respectful and kind to anyone. He always went out of his way for his friends. He was also really protective of Daine. No one knew for sure is too why. There's not much to say about him, though.

Daine was 16 years old. She was my best friend and best girlfriend. I think that's because she was the same age as me and we were surrounded by 3 guys, including her brother Alexander. She was 5'7. She is real smart. She doesn't pretend to be stupid in front of guys like most girls do. She knows what she's talking about. She's also a blonde which doesn't change much but to guys when they talk to her all the time, especially with me there they'll hit on her and make it out to be like she's stupid. But then they usually get too handsy. And I remember this one time she slammed a guy's head on the table when he gripped her thigh. He ended up with a broken nose and it was bleeding running out of the diner crying. She never really cared about having a boyfriend though until Jack came along.

Johnathan was 16 years old. He stood at 5'10. He has brown hair and green eyes. His birthday was the week after school ended on a Friday. He didn't have a stable relationship with his parents. His father was an abusive drunk and all around just not a great guy. Usually, he would come to school pretty banged up. Most people thought he would get into a fight and not realize it was his old man. Wailing on him all of the time. His mother was never there; she left when he was 5 and never looked back. Word around town was she had gotten hitched to this somewhat wealthy dude on the rich side of town who had an old kid around 10 I think. He was smart. Everyone thought that he was some low life but he was something special.

Then there is me River. I'm fifteen years old. I turned sixteen in a month. I am 5'4. I am the shortest person in our group. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm also pale as f**k seriously I look like a vampire. I had a brother named Micheal. Micheal was one of my best friends. He was my favorite person in my family. He died last May. His funeral was horrible. It wouldn't have been what he would want. I didn't cry, I just sat there numb. I didn't get to speak, I was just ignored. Ever since I was born I have been ignored by my parents and Micheal has been there to take care of me. I don't choose to act smart. I usually have my head in a book or my journal writing as you can see.