Changed For Who, Missy [black authors fiction txt] 📗

I was skating down the street. I skated down the street, and it went down, and I went pretty fast while going down the slope. I was going fast down the slope, and my hair was whipping behind me. I looked up at the intersection and saw two cars coming. How do I stop? I tried to brake, but then my skateboard hit something, and I started to rock, and I went flying forward. I brought my hands in front of me, and tucked my head in, and felt the impact of the road on my body, and I groaned. I went rolling forward. I laid in the middle of the street, and I went to get up, but I felt a horrible pain on my head. I touched my head and looked at my head, and saw red blood. I groaned, and I heard a car door open, and someone ran over to my side.
I felt someone put their hands on my shoulders, and have me sit up a little, and I looked into a pair of green eyes.
“ You alright?” he asked. I nodded my head and sat up a little more, and I was known in a kneeling position. I took a deep breath, and touched my head, and flinched.
“ Damn,” I muttered.
“ What’s your name?” he asked again. I groaned, and tried to stand up but that was a major fail. I fell on my ass, and my head was pounding so bad.
“ Ugh, Ty,” I mumbled.
“ Do you need me to call someone to come and pick you up?” He asked. I shook my head, and pulled out my cell phone, and the screen was cracked. I flipped it open, and I tried turning it on, but the screen was black, and wouldn’t turn on.
“ Actually yeah I do,” I sighed closing my phone. “ But I don’t know their number,” I sighed again. Damn… I don’t even know my own brothers number… that’s just sad.
“ Maybe I know the person,” he said. I nodded my head.
“ his name is Clay Crutz, you know him?” I asked. He looked at me shocked and then nodded his head.
“ Actually I do know him… he and I are on the football team. Question is how does a girl like you know him?” he asked looking at me.
“ A girl like me?” I asked glaring at him.
“ Well yeah…” he said fading off. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he pointed to my clothes.
“ You look like a guy,” Someone said. I looked up and saw another guy standing their looking down at us.
“ Come on Roger,” The guy that was next to me said.
“ Tony you know it too,” Roger laughed. I growled, and pulled away from him, and stood up.
“ Well I am fine,” I said and walked towards my skateboard and picked it up. Tony walked over to me.
“ Come on… hang on im going to call Clay,” he said. He flipped open his phone and started to call him.
“ Maybe this is Clay’s dike,” Roger laughed. I looked at him and glared.
“ hey Clay? Yeah there is a girl here… she is hurt, and says she knows you… I don’t know her name here talk to her,” Tony said. He handed me the phone, and I put it up to my ear.
“ Clay,” I sighed.
“ Who is…? Ty? Ty what happened?!” he asked his voice raising.
“ I fell off my skateboard, and hit my head. Come pick me up over at the intersection,” I sighed.
“ How did you get so far?” he asked.
“ I was skating pretty fast,” I laughed.
“ I’ll be there in a few,” he said and then the phone went dead. I handed Tony his phone, and stood there, and Roger was staring at me.
“ What?” I spat.
“ Im serious… are you a girl?” He asked looking at me intently. I clenched my fists, and then I heard a car pulling up, and I turned around and saw clay getting out of his jeep. When he saw me his face dropped.
“ What did you do?” He asked walking over to me, and he touched my head. I flinched back and clenched my jaw.
“ Don’t touch it you idiot,” I said swatting his hand away. he looked down at me, and shook his head. I was looking at my brother, and I noticed we didn’t look much alike. I was short. About five foot three, golden brown curly hair, pale, and silver eyes. Clay had dark brown hair, tan, and bright green eyes and he was about six foot two.
“ Clay what is that?” Roger asked laughing. Clay looked up at Roger, and I saw a flicker of anger fill his eyes. clay put his arm around my shoulder, and started walking towards the car.
“ I’ll talk to you guys later… I got to get my sister home,” Clay said saying sister longest. I turned back and saw the shocked exspression on their faces, and I gave them a smug look and got in the car. He got in and we started to drive.
“ What did they say to you?” Clay asked.
“ Same old. Same old,” I said looking out the window.
“ I hate it when people treat you like that… just because you don’t look like every other slut in this world,” Clay said through clenched teeth.
“ It doesn’t bother me Clay. I could care more or less about what they think about me, because honestly I would rather look like this than a fake Barbie doll,” I sighed. I looked over at clay and he was smiling at me, and I did a faint smile back.
“ Mom called…” he said when we pulled up to the house. My hand clenched onto the door handle.
“ She is not my mom,” I whispered. clay was silent and he didn’t say anything. I opened the car door, and stepped out without another word. I took a couple of steps forward, and I felt all the blood rush to my head, and I stumbled forward, but I felt clay’s arms wrap around me.
“ Let me take you up to your room,” he whispered picking me up. I just nodded my head. Usually I would fight with him about it, but I feel like poop, and I just want to go to sleep. He opened the door with one hand, and when we stepped in I heard someone gasp.
“ What happened?” Art asked.
“ She fell off her skateboard and took a pretty hard fall,” Clay said.
“ Let me take her,” Art said. I felt myself being passed onto clay and I let out a growl.
“ put me down,” I mumbled. I heard clay laugh, and he walked into the kitchen, and Art started to walk me up the stairs. He walked into my bedroom, and he laid me gently down onto the bed, and pulled she sheets over me. I opened my eyes and glared at him.
“ What?” he asked throwing his hands up in the air.
“ Why couldn’t you just let Clay bring me up?” I asked.
“ Because I know Clay would of dropped you,” He laughed.
“ He wouldn’t!”
“ Yes he would!”
“ he is stronger than you Art!” I said shaking my head.
“ Well… he has been at practice all day yesterday, and is tired so he would of probably dropped you,” Art said.
“ Weren’t you at practice too?”
“ I skipped,” he laughed.
“ I hope you get fired,” I grumbled cuddling into my pillow and closing my eyes.
“Aren’t you so nice?” he asked walking out of my room.
“ The nicest,” I called back snuggling into my pillow.
Chapter two-
I rolled around in my bed with my blankets over me, and I turned around and looked at my clock… which was not there.. oh yeah I pulled it out of the wall yesterday. I sighed, and searched for my cell phone that was somewhere on my bed. I rolled to the right, and went tumbling off my bed with myself wrapped in my blankets. I fell onto the floor with a thud, and groaned. I felt something underneath me, and I reached behind myself, and pulled out my phone, and flipped it open. Seven fifteen! I have fifteen minutes to get ready for school, and EAT! I have to eat… there is no way I am going to school without eating.. that’s just wrong. I untangled myself from my blankets and picked up a pair of pants that where on the floor and slipped them on and then threw on a shirt, and brushed my hair out. With my eyes closed. What talent huh? I looked in the mirror, and saw myself wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and a shirt too big for me that said, All I hear you say is blah. Blah. Blah, so just shut up! I smiled and then looked at my pale complexion, and my silver eyes with my curly golden brown hair. I looked around for my favorite Alice In Wonderland sweater, but was unsuccessful. I sighed, and grabbed my Pokémon hoodie, and slipped it over my head, and picked up my book bag, and ran down the stairs, and the six idiots where already there.
“ Why didn’t someone wake me up?” I asked while walking into the kitchen.
“ I thought you would of waked up because you have a… let’s see what it called? A alarm clock,” Clay said.
“ It’s called I pulled it out of my wall yesterday and threw it across the room,” I restored. The six idiots looked at me, and started to laugh, and I rolled my eyes.
“ Your wearing that the first day of school?” Joe asked.
“ yes Joe I am,” I glared at him. “ is there something wrong with it?”
“ Its.. Pokémon…” he mumbled.
“ yeah and?” I asked raising my eyebrow. He shook his head and turned around and I rolled my eyes. I sat on the counter and started to eat a granola bar and looked at the six idiots.
First one is clay, my brother, he is nice, but he is also a player. He is a football player, well they all are, and they are all also popular.
Second guy is Troy… he loves to make fun of me. we have a hate thing going on. He is the one that pisses me off the most, and I want to rip his throat out half the time.
Mark, he is the quiet one, and doesn’t talk much, but when he does he is nice, and he is funny too, and when you piss Mark off.. First of all Mark does not get mad easily, but when he does he is in full rage and you don’t want to be around him.
Then there is Gabe, and he is one of my friends too. Me and him get along good, and he is a flirty one, but not too flirty, and he has a short temper, but it’s really funny when he is mad.
Joe… Don’t get me started he is the biggest player in the world, and is always making sex jokes. He ruined my brain, and he knows it. he has a different girl every week.
Last is Art… Oh Art… he is also nice, and I am somewhat friends with him, but he is a man whore, and likes to