Yours

******My first story****



"Oh, shit, late again". I run as hard as I can to get there as soon as possible.
"Fuck! Max said he wasn’t going to wait anymore" I only have him missing the first bus only every other day.

I see his tall lanky form standing there waiting. Yes!! He did wait.
"MAX"! I scream happy as a puppy on cat food "you waited again”
Max is such a cutie I don’t know why he hangs with such a dweeb like me.
"Ah… my little slob is finally here" Max said raising his eyebrow. "Aw Max you know you love me" I poke him in the chest smiling. I was scared that I might actually have to ride a bus all by my self for the first time.


My name is Alexander Suri Balkel. I’m a freshman at Marksons Academy and I loathe my high school. I plan to one day take over and slaughter all the teachers and most of the students as well after a long persecution only a few will escape my never ending wrath. Maxie-poo laughs when he hears my evil plans for all the hateful dung filled bottles. That’s what I call them because it’s like their all empty inside except for shit. He seems to think that my 5 feet 1 and 1/2 a inch frame will hold me back. For what I lack in height I’m determined to make up for in energy and body counts. Just ask that loud ass bird that once lived in my brother’s room. Ok so maybe I didn’t kill it only set it free. The stupid thing just wouldn’t shut up. It was like a broken record.

I have black shiny hair cut by my big bro Danny who loves the razor edge look. He’s broken a few bones trying to be a skater. Poor Danny did I mention that his doctors bills are one of the reasons my dad was broke. Danny always seems to find the sharpest object to fall on. He seems to think he can overcome the family curse of clumsiness with practice. I being the all knowing one that I am know better than to try. I mean if you’re going to fall flat on your face, why bother putting yourself on wheels?

I love hot topic clothing in fact do all my shopping there online. Kids love to make fun of the fact that every other day my fingernails are a different color I just glare and keep walking. I think my favorite way of painting them is black with white polka dots. Plotting my revenge for that one was easy something that involves a chainsaw. The screams will be heard for miles away.

The bus finally arrives almost unnoticed since I’m daydreaming of body organs flying. I sigh deeply another day in hell to endure. I walk into the torture chamber of death on wheels Max holds my hand guiding my to a seat to the right he allows my to sit down first to block me from view as much as possible gum is so hard to get out of your hair. I turn to Max "guess I should have rethought that "I am gay" t-shirt for the first day of high school huh?" Max just smiles and runs his hands through my hair messing it up more" Oh my little Suri you can be nothing but you and I would want nothing else"
I smile Max is great. I have branded him as mine since kindergarten. His family is so rolling in it that when once they learned that their sons paramount friends father (aka my dad) was bankrupt and looking for a job they hired him on the spot at a parent’s night. Dad now works as Max’s dad’s secretary.
Since then Max has grown into a 5ft 9in lanky hottie with husky baby blue eyes and delectable lips. Who is the only person in my Alex for president fan club? Max that’s who! When we were in fifth grade and had a class election Max was the only one to vote for me when I ran. Sad but true.
I turn forward and wait for the torture chamber of death on wheels to take us to the torture chamber of never ending anguish.