Part three i typed :P

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“YOU DID WHAT?!” Mrs. Samuels yelled directly in her son’s face.
“I-I-I..I’m sorry! I was mad..I don’t know what to even say.” Darren was exhausted. A rough morning, a boring class, a fight with his best friend, and a trip to the principal’s office - all in one day. It was the day from hell, and it wasn’t over yet.
“How could you, Darren? You hurt your BEST friend. Honestly, what the hell could Marcos possibly do to piss you off that much? Seriously?”
“Well-“ he began.
“You know what? I don’t want to hear your dumb excuses. Go to bed. No wait, stay up until your father gets home from work, I’ll let HIM deal with you.” She exhaled and walked away.
“Father? FATHER? Mom, Matthew Samu- MATTHEW BRIGGS is not my father. He is some dude that you attempted to bring into my life when I was only 4. He is not my father. And since Jack isn’t around, I technically don’t even have a father.”
“Excuse me?!” She was as red as Darren was in the previous hours. “I don’t believe I’ve heard this before. What is this nonsense? Matthew IS your father. He has been in your life for 13 years!”
“Yeah, he has, but how old am I? That’s right mom, 17. I’m going to bed now..-“
“No. You will sit up and deal with the consequences. Go to your room and stare at the wall.”
“Fine!” Darren was pissed, and he stomped his way towards the staircase in his living room. Each step that he took made him angrier and angrier. He couldn’t take the stress. He wanted to punch something, really hard, he just didn’t know what. As he reached the top of the large staircase, he glanced at his younger sister’s room. The door was shut and there was a ‘PRINCESS’ sign hanging gracefully by the doorknob. “Psh, yeah right, ‘Princess’,” he mumbled. Darren walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. A loud yell came from downstairs, it was his mom.
“Don’t you dare slam that door again, Darren!” Mrs. Samuels sat at her kitchen table, trying to calm her self down while taking long breaths. She counted to 10 in her head and let out a heavy sigh. “Your dad will be home in less than ten minutes so be ready to face his wrath.”
Darren exhaled deeply and stared at his pale, white walls. He always wanted red walls, but Matthew would reject him every time the idea was brought up. He sighed again and heard the doorbell ring quietly. He dug his face into his soft pillow and screamed. “I HATE MY LIFE,” mumbled Darren after he pulled his face from his pillow.
“What happened, honey?” Matthew said as he barged through the front door. “Are you okay? What about Darren?” Or Sarah?”
“Sarah is fine, perfect as always. Darren on the other hand...” she responded faintly.
“Darren what? Failed a test? Puked at school? Uh..-“ guessed Mr. Samuels.
“...He kind of...got in a fight.”
“With who?!”
“Marcos.”
“Marcos Ramirez? Really?”
“Yes. Marcos Ramirez. I have no idea why they fought to begin with, but I didn’t ask because I didn’t want an excuse.”
-Silence-
“Poor kid. Did Marcos-“
“I don’t know! I don’t know anything, except Marcos now has BRUISES on his neck from being strangled..-“
“Strangled?! Oh boy, this kid is going to get it..” Matthew was furious. He didn’t train his step-son to act like this. He didn’t want any part in this, but the bruises pushed him over the edge.

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“DARREN SAMUELS!” Matthew called as he marched up the stairs. He was empty handed, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to do what he planned on doing to teach Darren a lesson. “What in the hell made you strangle Marcos Ramirez?!”
“Oh God...this again?...” Darren was sick of the repeating questions being thrown at him. “I thought you and mom didn’t want ‘excuses’. Eh?” He rolled his eyes.
“Yes, we don’t want EXCUSES. We never said anything about the TRUTH. Tell me play by play what the hell happened in the halls of North Hills High.” One of Matthew’s eyebrows raised and he had an evil expression that started to worry Darren.
“Well...it all started when...”

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“And you would have kept going if the assistant principal didn’t come?! That is ridiculous!” Mr. Samuels was angrier than ever, and Darren feared what was going on in his step-dad’s head. Matthew reached for his belt on his waist and un-buckled it. Darren gulped with fear- he knew what was coming.
“Matth- Dad, please, come on, don’t beat me!” Darren was pleading insanely. His heart was beating faster and his blood flowed quicker. His pupils started to dialate, he knew what Matthew had in store for him. “Please, seriously, I’ll scream!”
“I don’t care the the f*ck you do. You will listen to me now, and you will listen clearly. Don’t ever, I repeat, EVER, put your hands on anyone. EVER. Especially Marcos. He didn’t deserve it, he was just teasing you in a friendly matter. Honestly, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you. But you need to get checked out as soon as possible, Darren.”
“...Checked out? What am I? Some kind of pet to you? Are you going to take me to the vet so I can get my-“
*SLAP* “Ow what the f*ck?! I said don’t Matthew!...I mean dad..”
“Shut the hell up, Darren. Or this belt will be against your skin faster than you can say-“
“MATTHEW, LEAVE ME ALONE...OR...OR I’LL CALL THE COPS ON YOU!” Darren turned red, as before, and he raised his big fist into the air.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I will. You aren’t related to me. You’re only in my life because of my stupid mom.”
“Don’t call your mother stupid, her blood runs through your veins!” *SLAP* “Keep talking back and you’ll feel a lot more of this!” *SLAP* The leather belt whipped across Darren’s bare arm and face. His nose began to turn purple, and his eyes turned red from the tears he was trying to hold back.
“Matthew...what is the purpose of this?...Do you really think beating me is going to do anything different to our ‘relationship’? Honestly, I don’t find the purpose of it. It will just make us grow farther-“ *SLAP*
“THAT'S IT,STOP!” Darren screamed and grabbed a bag that as closest to him. He grabbed his wallet, a jacket, and his phone and he ripped open his bedroom door. Darren scurried down the stairs and a single tear fell from his eye. “Screw both of you, I am leaving!” He took one last look at his mom and ran out of the front door, leaving nothing relevant behind.

My story continued.

“Why were you sleeping?! You know that is a rule in class, ‘If you can’t keep your eyes open, don’t come to this classroom’,” Mr. Markman said in a frustrated tone. “This is the last time I am going to tell you this, Mr. Samuels.”
“Oh..uhh..okay, sorry sir,” Darren mumbled with drool dripping down his chin.
“Today, class, we are going to interpret the concepts of frequent misinterpretation that were acknowledged in chapter 17 of the class book. Who would like to start?”
-Silence-
“...Uh, can you say that in human-talk?” The class turned around to the back of the room and stared at Ashley Baker, every body’s worst nightmare. As silence spread through the room, the only noise left that was heard was the smacking of her multiple pieces of gum in her big, wide mouth. Her pearly whites blinded peers, and her voice deafened the unfortunate group of people around her. “I don’t understand one bit of what you’re trying to say. Tell me again in-“
“Oh, in kinn-dee-garr-denn speak? We-will-talk-about-words.” The class chuckled at their teacher’s sarcastic comment. He smirked and began to lecture about his “complex” topic.

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“Man! You drooled enough saliva to fill my swimming pool in my back yard! Why were you so tired in Markman’s class?” Darren looked over to his right and saw his best friend, Marcos. “Whassup?”
Darren smiled. “I..I uh..had a rough morning?”
“Oh.. well I took a picture, see?” He reached into his back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his T-Mobile Sidekick. He flipped the phone open and pulled up the expanded picture on his little 5 inch screen. Marcos laughed hysterically while he shoved the picture into Darren’s face.
“Okay okay I get it..i look stupid when I sleep. Now delete it..seriously.” Darren pleaded.
“Fine, dude, you can’t take one joke? Are you on your period?” Marcos started to point at Darren and giggle at his own lame jokes. He pointed at Darren’s crotch area of his jeans and taunted some more. “Oh, you better change your tampon before you over-bleed!”
“Shut up, man.”
“Hahaha, you can’t take it, Darren.”
“SHUT UP MARCOS.”
Marcos continued to taunt Darren, and as people that were walking by started to laugh at his mean jokes, Darren turned into a ticking time bomb. His face turned cherry red and his nostrils flared.
“Whoah dude, calm the hell down. I’m just messing with you! Maybe you are just PMS-ing or something..-“
“THAT’S IT!” Darren yelled. His hands launched forward and aimed for Marcos’ throat. He grabbed his neck and squeezed his hands tightly around it. Marcos’ feet slowly rose above the ground and the peers around them were gasping and staring in shock.
“Dude..ple-..put-..down-“ Marco’s voice trailed off and he could no longer breathe. His cheeks turned purple from loss of air in his lungs.
“DARREN SAMUELS!” boomed a loud, angry voice. Darren’s hands suddenly gave out from the pure shock of hearing his assistant principal yelling his name. “PUT MARCOS DOWN AND STEP AWAY!” His hands let loose and Marcos fell to the floor. Their peers stared in awe at how Darren’s anger could lead him to such actions. “YOU BETTER MARCH TO MY OFFICE RIGHT THIS SECOND, DARREN, OR I’LL HAVE TO CONTACT THE POLICE.”
“UGH!” Darren grunted. He punched the wall with mad emotions running through him, leaving a huge dent in the drywall. People just stared as he slowly walked with the assistant principal’s arm connected to him.

Story I'm working on.

This Boy.
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“Hurry up Darren, you’re going to be late for your bus,” Mrs. Samuels yelled.
“Coming, mom!” Darren yelled from upstairs. He wiped the small amount of sweat off of his forehead and reached for his big, bulky backpack. He pulled it over one of his shoulders and ran down the stairs, only to see his mom waiting impatiently at the bottom of the staircase. “Sorry..” he mumbled.
“Sorry won’t make the bus come back for you when you miss it, Darren,” she responded angrily.
“Okay. Okay.” Darren grabbed his lunch from the kitchen counter-top, stuffed it in his already over-stuffed backpack, and ran out the door. He scurried over to the car and got in on the passenger side.

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“You know, Darren, you’re grades need to shape up, or I’m going to take you out of this school,” Mrs. Samuels said angrily while concentrating at the icy cold road. “A B-? Really? A B- in English? Son, you speak English. There is no friggin’ reason why you should be failing English.”
“Failing?! Mom, I’m passing with a B-! You need to come to the school meetings to further understand our curriculum. Seriously, you have never been onto the campus of my school unless it’s the registration during the summer.” Darren scowled. He consistently gets frustrated when his mom acts like she knows everything. “Mom, seriously, come to my school, be a visitor, check out our campus. It’s different from most schools, and I’d like to have you see that so you can stop lecturing me over and over and over again.”
“Darren Samuels, grow some balls, learn some English, and get out of my car,” she said in response. Mrs. Samuels never took her eyes off of the road to glance at her son.
“But mom the bus stop is-“
“I know where the bus stop is, I take you there every damn day. Get out of the car, and study some English while you waddle to your stop 3 blocks away.” Mrs. Samuels grunted and slammed on her breaks. The car halted and Darren’s door swung open, revealing moist concrete and a long path to the next closest bus stop.
“I won’t live another day knowing my son is a failure. If you continue to fail, you’ll go live with Jack. Have fun walking.” She smirked as Darren slammed the passenger door shut. As the tires screeched on the streets, Darren was left alone with a puzzled perspective, and his only option was to walk numbly for the next 3 blocks. He only had a few things on his mind, and the biggest thought was about his biological father, Jack. He was the last person he wanted to think about at the moment, so he attempted to shake off the thoughts and trumped towards the crosswalk with a frown.

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“Samantha Rivera?..”
“Here.”
“Darren Samuels?..”
-Silence-
“Darren Samuels? Is Darren Samuels here?” Mr. Markman asked curiously.
“Huh?..What?..Oh..uhh..here,” Darren mumbled as he yawned and wiped his eyes. His quick power nap led him to miss some parts of his first period at North Hills High.
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That’s all I have so farrr:)
You like? Haha.

Sex Ed Rocks.

There comes a time in every mans life
when he grows hair where it used to be bare

I know you're feeling weird, but you should be happy
You don't have a vagina, that would be crappy
Because periods suck (and commas rule!)
This is Sex Education, not grammar, fool!

Chorus:
When she gives you affection, you better wear protection
That skank might have an infection, are you paying close attention?
In Sex Ed, remember what you read
Just forget what the others have said
get it through your head, use your brain before you go to bed

And it takes only one sperm cell to make a baby,
And if you think they are cute, then you must be crazy
Babies suck because they barf and poo and cry
They have the ability to pee in your eye
(OH MY GOD IT BURNS!)

And did we mention
The risk of getting STDs
Not just gross hookers have it
Even Dennis Rodman could get a bit
You don't know who Dennis Rodman is?
Well maybe you should watch more basketball
Wait a second this is not about sports
Quick fact! You can't get girls when you're wearing these shorts

Chorus:
When she gives you affection, you better wear protection
That skank might have an infection, are you paying close attention?
In Sex Ed, remember what you read
Just forget what the others have said
get it through your head, use your brain before you go to bed

Your body is growing
You will get hairy
Your puny voice will start to change
And your no-no place will feel a bit strange
Your pits will stink
You'll get zits on your face
Without this knowledge you will scare girls away
So listen to this song every day

<3.

Shout-Out To Natasha :D.

^see natasha?
haha :]

I have a lot to say, in a little bit of time, cause well you know, I’m me.

Haha, lets begin;

SPRING BREAK-

As a whole, its likea 4/10 rating, just ‘cause I’ve been grounded the whoooole time.

There have been highlights and stuff, but yeah. Like yesterday was my only free day, and in that time, I went to the mall with Denyce after only having 3 hours of sleep :P

That’s right, we stayed up in the weee hours of the morning making things like this:

haha, good times.

I actually just found out I was like #50 or something on the top listo f most views as a whole in a day.

See? See? :DDDD

yaaaaaaaaaay :DDDD.

That made me happy.

I have A LOT to do, dude.

I have to complete Daly’s extra credit, or as he likes to call it, the “above and beyond” shiet :/

I AM TOO TIRED D:

I slept for 14 hours last night xD. Came home @ 9pm, crashed out, and woke up @ like 1pm :P

I’m lame, mannn. And tomorrow I’m going to knotts berry farm. Then on Monday I have to work on our revisions for our patent report and shit, then I have to stay after school for a good- no great cause :D. Hope clubbb, yo. I’m going to make like, a shiet load of posters for the school, and the school will notice how into this whole thing I really am. I wish the sophomores weren’t all assholes. We need more dedicated people here @ ipoly :/

Anypoo, i have a long week ahead of me

And well, the rest of my spring break was irrelevant, so i just don't wanna go on about lame shtuff.

Tomorrow is easter, i'm not religious, so its another free day :3

We'll see how tomorrow goes, but HAPPY EASTER to everyone, i guess, and yeah.

I'll see you monday.

oww, i have cramps,

:/

-krystyn