Immortals' End: Chapter 1

(This is a story a friend and I started a long time ago as elementary students that we never finished. Here's the first chapter we wrote. I hope you all enjoy. If you like it, don't be afraid to let it show that you do. Thank you!)

Chapter 1
My life is easy to explain. In fact, I can explain it in one word. Miserable. I was always the girl people took one look at then turned the other direction, or who the younger kids scooted away from, afraid to get too close.

I’ve jumped around plenty of foster homes, but I’m glad that I’ve been in this town for a while. At least for ten years, but I go to a bad school, bobody cares much for me here, and I’ve only had one friend for a while now.

When I was four, back in Chicago I didn’t understand. I hadn’t calculated what I had really been feeling. My mind was set on feeling good, feeling normal. That was all I ever wanted, and so far, I haven’t gotten that. re"> When I lived with the McDougall’s I thought I felt happy, and maybe I was. All the other kids were. The only thing that ruined it was me. I’m still not exactly sure what I did but whatever it was changed my life forever. I can’t clearly remember it. All I can remember is feeling… different.

I moved to a new foster home quickly after that. I actually somewhat like it here, but I still miserable. I’m glad I at least made a friend. His name is Troy. I met Troy when I was five. I had already discovered the beauty of disdain. I had finally learned the two most important things to have a hurt free life: avoid and evade. I entered kindergarden that quiet, end of summer day. Troy was the only who came up to me. “I like you.” he told me. Then, kissed me and then left.I flipped out. You wouldn’t think a kindergardener would cry over a kiss. I had mixed emotions on it. I was happy, yet, I was scared. Afraid if I trusted, I would be left alone once more.

Troy kept following me around after that, and I still was afraid. I would yell at him, telling him I didn’t like him, but he kept following me. Those mixed emotions soon came back. There was something about Troy that just didn’t let up, and the girl inside that has been dying to get out appreciated wanted to trust him. I was still was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt again. Left alone, ditched. But all that worrying was keeping me from living and I really wanted to live.

The only reason I have a guard up 24/7 is because of my parents, but I still wanted to let Troy in so badly. I gave in and trusted for the first time in a while that day. No one can get close enough to do that again. Except for Troy, but he's worth it. "Ams! I did it! I beat level fifteen!" Troy yelled from my living room. He was playing some video game he brought over and hadn't put down the controller since he got here.

"Good job, dork. Tell me when you reach game over so I don't feel like I'm talking to a geek." I said with sarcasm thick in my voice.
He gave me a cheesy smile. "I may be a geek, but I'm your geek."
"You wish you were." I laughed at him."Live with being my best friend for now."
He leaned back slowly in the blue bean bag chair, stretching his arms. "I'm only your best friend because I'm your only friend."
I swatted him playfully with the back of my hand. "True, but still."
"So, when do we get lunch?" He rubbed his hands together eagerly.
"Uh, I don't know when you make it?"
The rubbing stopped. "Fine. What do you got?"
I walked over to the fridge. Rummaging through expired foods I found three frozen meals. "Microwave food?"
"I hate that stuff." he whined.
"Well, you asked" I shut the fridge door and loped back to the couch.
Troy groaned in response. "Is it just me or are you more negative than you usually are?"
I pretended to think about that. Then I retorted, "No its just you."
"Well i'm pretty sure you would have said one nice thing to me by now."
I sighed, "Probably, but i'm just so sick of my life. Nothing good ever happens and everyday is the same. I go to school, come home with you, kick you out of my home, eat, sleep, then the cycle starts over again. I'm just sick of it."
He just looked at me like he was contemplating something and as if I didn't just spill my feelings out said, "Sometimes you don't throw me out."
I threw a pillow at him and sighed again. "Sometimes, Troy, sometimes…&qu ot;
"Are you getting depressed or something?"
"No!" I shouted at him.
"Fine, fine." He surrendered.
I took a deep breath and looked out the window. Birds flutter by as I said, "I just don't think my life is worth it anymore." A tear trickled lightly down my cheek. I wiped it away quick so he wouldn't see it. But i'm sure he did since he got up and wrapped his arms around me for comfort. I just sat there, staring at the tree in my front yard. Not wanting to meet his eyes.