Hello, this is my first time posting a story on here. This chapter is just to set the story and give you a little feeling for the narrator. It goes by memories of the narrators so I want to make it memory like so where some of the characters aren’t really fleshed out, but others will get there in time. Please critic at will, and encouragement could help 
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Chaper 1
January 2010
Tap… Tap… Tap… “Stop that tapping immediately, for Christ’s sake!” I looked her in the eye and tapped my pencil some more. A smirk drawn on my face, my eyes just asking for trouble knowing that I’d be sent into the hall. “Young lady, to the principal’s office now!”
Wait… why not the hall? “Principal’s office for tapping a pencil? You might as well expel me!” Mrs. Duvel stared me in the eye with an irritated look. Ugh… I couldn’t explain how much I hate that lady. From her baggy eyes to her black stockings and those nasty buckle shoes that remind me of Pilgrims. Don’t even get me started on the time she had explosive diarrhea and ran into the boys bathrooms. Too bad she’ll never know who caused that, heh heh… Mischief.
She glided to right in front of my desk and took my ear. Seriously?! That only happened on retarded television shows. All I remember is everyone began laughing as she pulled me up and I found myself snickering along with the other kids. She walked me out into the hall and slammed the classroom door. This moment was making no sense since I was an eighth grader in middle school.
In five minutes I found my way to the principal’s office and got a three hour detention after school with Mrs. Duvel. I rather just be expelled and cut all of this shit about me staying in her drowning algebra class. I probably wouldn’t have gotten that bad of a detention if the principal wasn’t Mr. Duvel. Ehh, screw it, she deserves my hate.
June 2010
I don’t and never will understand why but I always get into situations where all I want is trouble. It might be that I live with 8 kids in a family and I’m the second oldest or the fact that I’m adopted. Why would you adopt 8 kids and neglect the oldest ones? Did I mention that I’m the only adopted orphan in the whole lot? I’d rather be in a fucking orphanage instead of an eight part family. I’m just an alien and that’s all I’ll be to them. They can tell me that I’m not and reassure me but it’s all just talk, they’ve never shown their love for me. Never.
That’s all just sappy shit though.
I sat on a bench in the park and watched as a little puppy came running towards me. I looked behind him and saw absolutely no one chasing him. He had no collar or anything. I began petting him and playing with him and the little cute thing just followed me around. I fed him a piece of bread and he never left my side after that day. It was a boy as I thought, with huge brown eyes and white fur. A lady I walked by said his breed was called a “Teddy Bear” which was only supposed to get to 12-20 pounds. I loved him since the first time his eyes begged for food and licked me until I couldn’t stop laughing.
“No way, you can’t keep that dog. We have babies here.” Kristy said as she hugged my little sister Lillian in her arms.
Kristy was my adopted mom. I called her mom a year ago, but then I got a mind and said that she wasn’t. She didn’t care for me; she never did, so why should I call her my mom who only nurtured me until I turned 3 then stopped. That’s not even an exaggeration either.
I began crying, I wasn’t an emotional person but I loved that pup, how can you leave something so needy? I stuttered, “But- But Kr-”
“No, there’s eight children here and you know you can’t take care of it. You didn’t even name it yet.”
I began thinking of a name right on spot, “Yea I did, his name’s Teddy!”
“Honey… No we’ll never keep him, we can’t. We don’t have the money and you couldn’t take care of him, especially with your-”
That’s what set me on edge, I grinded my teeth and breathed in some air, cutting her off, " Especially what? That I’m different? That I have issues? Well guess what?! I fucking hate you!"
I picked up Teddy and ran downstairs to my so called room that was just a basement with mats. I put Teddy on the mat, went into my clothes and picked out a bunch of clothes, my money I saved up through the years, and a blanket and stuffed them into my old schoolbag. I could hear my sisters talking about me and my mom crying. I slung the back pack over my shoulder, grabbed the puppy and began walking upstairs when Jessica, my younger bitch of a sister, started yelling at me.
“You’re such a joke! You’re not even part of the family yet you treat everyone like shit! Thank god you’re leaving!”
I had tears streaming down my face as I ran out of the house with my puppy licking my face as I ran. I don’t remember where I ran, I just ran until my feet got tired and my puppy had to go pee. I remember stopping at a park in some town outside of my own. I slept on a bench with my puppy on my lap. Unfortunately, I woke up with him licking me to death again.
I slowly got up and found that he was hungry along with me. At least I brought money with me. We went to a gas station and I had to tie Teddy to a tree as I got some food. I got us some beef jerky and man does he love that stuff.
July 2010
I never went back to there for two reasons: 1) I was neglected 2) Teddy couldn’t stay and I loved Teddy.
I probably never will go back to that horrible place. The only problem is I have almost no money that I got from little jobs the summer before. If anything I’ll starve and Teddy will get the food. I love that puppy like my child and he’ll always come first.
I think there were ads up for me. All I know is if I go back I’m going to the juvenile detention center or the loony bin. Teddy would be taken away and I would do suicide. He’s my best friend, and he’s the only reason I haven’t done suicide yet. Heck ya I’ve thought about it this past month but my puppy would die without me. I wasn’t giving him up to some crazy person who wouldn’t know that he loves beef jerky and belly rubs.
I’ve decided after awhile that I’d have to get a job somewhere, but I never did…
A week in July I found myself sleeping on a bench in a back yard that I thought no one was home in and found cops come to there.
August 2010
They took me away from my puppy…
I don’t like this place. There’s a cell and my roommate scares me.
I want to die… I want to commit suicide.
Please give me my puppy back… Please.
When Kristy came here alone to visit me I told her I hated her again and screamed at her. She asked if I didn’t want her as my mom I told her she wasn’t anyway. She filed some papers and now I’m a free orphan. No not free, after this I go to an orphanage.
October 2010
The food tasted like shit at here, like pure shit. I really miss my puppy, but I’m done cutting myself from it. It’s sad how you can get away with that stuff at here, especially here. I don’t mean too, really. There’s just nothing hard or strong enough to kill myself with.
It’s obvious I don’t belong here. Well not juvenile detention but on the earth. My birth mom left me for a reason, I’m just a born sheep to be prepped to kill. I wasn’t meant for life.
January 2011
I was caught with my cutting, which equals more time or some shit like that. They said someone “special” is going to come in and talk with me about it.
I was supposed to leave in October but since I was so different and had a loud mouth I had to stay longer.
They brought a therapist here. I just stared at the ceiling as he tried talking to me. He was saying shit about a special program for depressed teens. It was different than the rest and was proved to help them and if I was willing to I could go there instead of being here. He kept giving me benefits of it all and I just kept staring at the gross ceiling.
He snapped in my face and I finally looked at him, “Any questions about the program?”
“Can I get my puppy back if I do it?”
“Your puppy?”
“They took my puppy away, the only thing I ever loved.” I began crying softly, trying to hide my face. I know it was so long ago but he’s the only reason I’m alive. I love nothing else and nothing else loves me.
“Well that was a few months ago, there’d be no way to find your puppy, I’m sorry.”
He came over to me and began hugging me until I yelled, “DON’T TOUCH ME!” He backed away and looked at the security guard with huge eyes.
They took me to my cell room again and I hid under the covers and cried. The therapist said he’d come back later tonight so Id be more calm later. I just hid under the covers.
Dr. Sherman said, "It will be government paid since it’s a new program. It’s new and the programs been great with new teens. Only a handful have been cured from depression from medicine but this technique will get you off your medication the first week. "
I said, “I don’t have depression, and I don’t take medication.”
His assistant or what I assumed was his assistant cleared his throat, “Then, may I ask? What are those scratches and scars on your wrist for?”
I wrapped my arms around my body like I was cold and stared away. Dr. Sherman was one of those nice older men that I knew were out for pure heart, but his assistance had those piercing blue eyes with short dirty blonde hair trying to look inside me. He looked young but only about twenty-five to maybe thirty at oldest. He looked like he was trying to figure me out but I don’t know. It was an awkward moment.
Dr. Sherman and his assistant kept whispering as I was thinking. He broke the silence and said, “Well would you want to do the program?”
I looked up at him like he was speaking another language and said harshly, “You never explained what the program is yet, you just keep reciting the benefits…”
His assistant said, "I don’t think you know who I asked yet, but I am the co-founder of the program, Chad Williams. " He gave a little smile and reached out to shake my hand, I just stared at it. He slowly took it down awkwardly, and gave me a disappointed look. I stared him up and down for a second then looked away again.
Chad sure had some muscles. It might have been just that he had a black muscle shirt on and that he was really tall. I was a little intimidated by him. Dr. Sherman looked like a twig compared to Chad. Sherman was another story, he was skinny, down to the bone, and reeked with geek. Chad seemed like one of those surfer dudes. I still can’t believe that he runs this program.
“Hello?” Dr. Sherman was saying a bunch of crap while I spaced out.
Chad said, “Do you have any questions about the program?”
I said quietly, “Maybe a few…”
“Go ahead.” Chad waved finger.
“Uhm… What do we do there?”
“We do go on trips occasionally, to the beach, zoo and other places. We wont just be in one sitting all the time. And since this is a program just starting since a few months ago we only have a few teens on board so we can go more places altogether. Any other questions?” He gave me a warm smile that comforted me a little and settled some ease.
" Uhh, yea… How long does this…uh, program last?"
Chad and Dr. Sherman gave each other a look and Dr. Sherman said, “Well there was only a few people cured in this type of therapy in other parts of the United States, but since this is a new program you’ll be part of the new data.”
Chad concluded the statement, “Probably about a few months to a year.”
I stared at them thinking this idea was crazy and I knew I wouldn’t do it for the time it takes.
They looked at each other and back at me. They whispered a little back and forth and I just stared out the window. I was going to say no no matter what they said and I think they knew it too.
They stopped whispering after I heard someone whisper, “That’d be impossible!” And I’m pretty sure Chad said, “Well, it’s our only shot for her to agree. I’ll do it; it won’t have to be your business.”
Dr. Sherman shook his head like something was out there and Chad began talking to me again with a very serious face, “Would you want to be in the program?”
I shook my head and said, “Not at all.”
Chad looked disappointed and said, “Well what if I told you-” Dr. Sherman began wrestling out papers and put them infront of me, “that we try to find your puppy you were talking about earlier if you said yes and signed your name right there?”
I know it couldn’t be true, “Promise?”
Chad nodded his head and gave a warm smile, “Promise.”
I nodded my head and the first smile in 5 months floated on my lips.
I signed my name anxiously making my hand writing like a little kid’s,
[font=Bobcat] Jasper Cord
My body of work is littered with unfinished projects that died for that very reason. I still haven’t learned that lesson though, but I’m reckless like that.