Post by Fazer on Apr 21, 2010 21:21:17 GMT -5
This is a story I wrote! I only have the first chapter done. Tell em what you think!
Outcast
By Fazer
Chapter One
Jackson slumped in his seat, trying to make himself be as unrecognizable as possible. He was in the back seat of a police car, caught for hangin’ with the wrong crowd. He lived in one of the sketchier L.A. Neighborhoods and learned that if you hung out with the tough guys, not many people bothered him.
They slowly pulled up to the Police Station, and he could feel his crappy cell phone vibrating in his pocket. His friends were probably freaking because he’d gotten picked up…but Jackson really didn’t know what he’d done this time. The fact that he wasn’t handcuffed threw him off too.
The Policeman opened the door and told him to get out. He warily stood, but there were no guards to search him which meant he wasn’t going to a juvenile detention center, which was another good thing. He was led inside the station only to be met by a tall, thin man in a nice suit. He had jet black hair and was wearing sunglasses so Jackson couldn’t see his eyes.
“Cody Jackson Cress.” said the man, looking Jackson over with an indignant grin. Jackson’s eyes narrowed and his fist clenched into little balls.
“Don’t call me Cody. My name is Jackson.” he snapped, drawing the policeman’s attention from the pretty secretary back to him. The suit man smiled, as if holding back laughter at the boys little outburst.
“Well then, Jackson, my name is Andrew James. I’m your social worker. It’s my understanding that your last five foster homes didn’t work out. They were too close to your old life. You’ve been placed in the Mayor’s Second Chance program, so basically, you’re his pet. This is his way of keeping you out of Juvenile Hall. You’ll be going to Whittaker Hills Private School and you’ll be placed in a new foster home. You’ll meet your foster mother tonight and go to your new school tomorrow…are you ok, son? You look a little pale?” Andrew James said.
Jackson was clenching his fists so tight a little trickle of blood slid down his palm. He didn’t want to go to some private school full of rich brats who’ve lived soft, cushy lives and don’t know the meaning of hard work.
“Don’t I get a say in any of this?” Jackson asked, trying to control the anger in his voice. Andrew James just smiled.
“Sorry, kid. You can say whatever you’d like but that’s not gonna change anything.” he said, turning towards his shinny black Beemer and opening the front passenger door. He motioned for Jackson to follow, but the troubled teen didn’t move. A couple of strong looking men pushed Jackson towards the car but Andrew quickly motioned for them to get back, there was no telling what this kid would do.
But Jackson just glared at the men when he regained his balance, brushing the dust off of his camouflage cargo pants. He strode towards the car, sliding into the passenger seat and slamming the door. Andrew only just got his fingers out of the way; otherwise they would have been crushed by the shinny black piece of metal.
Jackson rolled down the window slightly and was obviously suppressing a smile.
“Oops.” He said simply before rolling the window back up. Andrew muttered a curse word before getting into the other door.
“Don’t try anything stupid, kid. Juve is always got a room for ya.” Andrew sneered, turning the key in the ignition. The car roared to life before the engine noise died to a soft hum. Andrew looked satisfied with himself so he drove off. The whole way there, Jackson didn’t say anything; he just stared out the window as the world flew by…his world was slipping from his grasp rather quickly and he didn’t like it.
They pulled into the driveway of a rather large two story home. It was a nice pale yellow and had so many bright colored flowers it made Jackson’s eyes hurt. He dejectedly followed Andrew up the stairs to the door, the bright sunlight making his black shirt hot and his dirty blond hair gleam.
A thin, pretty girl about Jackson’s age opens the door and smiled, looking over her shoulder. He brown hair fell in soft, wavy strands down her back, just below her shoulders.
“Mom, he’s here!” she trilled, her voice soft and mellifluous. Jackson tried not to stare so he shoved his hands in his pockets and cast his ice blue eyes to his shoes. Suddenly, another lady appeared. She had golden brown hair and dark brown eyes, just like the girl standing next to her.
“Oh! Why hello there, you must be Andrew James and you….oh…you must be Jackson!” she squealed, pulling Jackson into an impromptu hug. He stiffened, unsure of what to do. They didn’t hug where he came from and they especially didn’t hug strangers. Andrew’s eyes went wide and he motioned for the lady to move away, which she did with a disgruntled, confused look.
The girl was flushed from embarrassment, shooting Jackson an apologetic look before grabbing two little boys who tried to run out.
“Jackson, this is your new family. That’s Gwen, your mother, Tally, your sister and your two little brothers, Kris and Karter.” He said pointing to each one in turn. He turned to Jackson, trying to read the expression on the troubled youth’s face…there wasn’t an expression to read.
Jackson’s expressionless face was the result of deep thinking on his part. Was he really expected to stay here? How far was this new place from his old neighborhood? Who lived in this new neighborhood? Who needed a house this big for four people!? Questions shot around in Jackson’s head.
“Where’s my room?” he muttered, that being the only thing he could manage to get out of his brain. Gwen smiled, pulling Karter and Kris over to her.
“Go show Jackson your room.” She said, watching as they grabbed Jackson’s sleeves and dragged him into the house.
“Would you like to come in Andrew? I’m sure that there are something’s you need to tell me, hm? Tally, go upstairs and make sure they aren’t killing him.” She said with a chuckle, leading the handsome social worker to the couch.
When Tally got upstairs, Jackson was standing in the middle of a toy wave. He looked nervous and jumped slightly when he heard Tally snicker.
“What? Never had siblings?” she snickered, watching Kris and Karter. Jackson gave Tally a glare that could kill, watching her shrink back in slight fear.
“No I don’t have siblings and why did they bring me here? I asked for my room, not theirs.” He said, clearly confused behind that tough mask. Tally snickered again, covering her mouth with her hand.
“This is your room. Your beds in the corner over there.” She said, stifling a giggle as his face fell. She jumped back as he pushed his way out of the room, disappearing quickly down the stairs.
Jackson reached the couch in record time, grabbing Andrew by his shirt collar and dragging him outside.
“I’m NOT staying here! I don’t even get my own room! I have to share it with those little spoiled brats! Find some other place cause this isn’t working for Me.” he snarled, watching as Andrew shrunk back too. Andrew made a little stop signal, but Jackson ignored it.
“Find a new place or let me go back. I’d rather be back at Tremor High than here!” he continued, clenching his fists. A small sniffle made him whip around, his anger faltering when he saw the whole family standing and watching him from the door. Karter was sniffling and Kris was holding back tears. Tally had a look of pure hate on her face and Gwen looked understanding and sympathetic. She waved the children away and told Andrew to go inside before walking over to Jackson and leading him to the porch swing.
“Jackson,” she said, sitting down next to him, “I know this is all very new for you and I should have been more considerate. You can have the room right across from the boys and if you want anything el-“she stopped talking when Jackson left to go inside, happy just to have his own room.
He didn’t feel the slightest bit regretful that he’d left Gwen out there. He wasn’t much of a talker anyways. He sprawled out on his new bed, his belongings stacked neatly in a corner of the room. There wasn’t much there. The room was a mint Green with a stripe of brown running around it. It had a desk and a queen sized bed, along with a TV, radio and other things Jackson wasn’t used to having.
He rolled on his back, turning his I-pod on full blast. The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars blasted through his ear phones, the catchy beat making him tap his fingers on the bed. He didn’t notice Tally standing in the door watching him until she came over and hit him on the head.
“Ow! What the-oh…it’s just you.” He said, stopping the music to look up at her. She was glaring ceaselessly, making him nervous.
“Can I help you?” he said, sitting up.
“You need to come downstairs for dinner. After that go to bed or whatever you do. Just leave me and my brothers alone ok?” she sneered, turning on her heels and walking out of the room. Jackson wasn’t hungry so he simply shut his door and changed into some shorts. He slid out of his shirt, climbing under the covers and sighing. He turned on his side, closing his eyes and falling into a restless sleep. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, to say the least.
Outcast
By Fazer
Chapter One
Jackson slumped in his seat, trying to make himself be as unrecognizable as possible. He was in the back seat of a police car, caught for hangin’ with the wrong crowd. He lived in one of the sketchier L.A. Neighborhoods and learned that if you hung out with the tough guys, not many people bothered him.
They slowly pulled up to the Police Station, and he could feel his crappy cell phone vibrating in his pocket. His friends were probably freaking because he’d gotten picked up…but Jackson really didn’t know what he’d done this time. The fact that he wasn’t handcuffed threw him off too.
The Policeman opened the door and told him to get out. He warily stood, but there were no guards to search him which meant he wasn’t going to a juvenile detention center, which was another good thing. He was led inside the station only to be met by a tall, thin man in a nice suit. He had jet black hair and was wearing sunglasses so Jackson couldn’t see his eyes.
“Cody Jackson Cress.” said the man, looking Jackson over with an indignant grin. Jackson’s eyes narrowed and his fist clenched into little balls.
“Don’t call me Cody. My name is Jackson.” he snapped, drawing the policeman’s attention from the pretty secretary back to him. The suit man smiled, as if holding back laughter at the boys little outburst.
“Well then, Jackson, my name is Andrew James. I’m your social worker. It’s my understanding that your last five foster homes didn’t work out. They were too close to your old life. You’ve been placed in the Mayor’s Second Chance program, so basically, you’re his pet. This is his way of keeping you out of Juvenile Hall. You’ll be going to Whittaker Hills Private School and you’ll be placed in a new foster home. You’ll meet your foster mother tonight and go to your new school tomorrow…are you ok, son? You look a little pale?” Andrew James said.
Jackson was clenching his fists so tight a little trickle of blood slid down his palm. He didn’t want to go to some private school full of rich brats who’ve lived soft, cushy lives and don’t know the meaning of hard work.
“Don’t I get a say in any of this?” Jackson asked, trying to control the anger in his voice. Andrew James just smiled.
“Sorry, kid. You can say whatever you’d like but that’s not gonna change anything.” he said, turning towards his shinny black Beemer and opening the front passenger door. He motioned for Jackson to follow, but the troubled teen didn’t move. A couple of strong looking men pushed Jackson towards the car but Andrew quickly motioned for them to get back, there was no telling what this kid would do.
But Jackson just glared at the men when he regained his balance, brushing the dust off of his camouflage cargo pants. He strode towards the car, sliding into the passenger seat and slamming the door. Andrew only just got his fingers out of the way; otherwise they would have been crushed by the shinny black piece of metal.
Jackson rolled down the window slightly and was obviously suppressing a smile.
“Oops.” He said simply before rolling the window back up. Andrew muttered a curse word before getting into the other door.
“Don’t try anything stupid, kid. Juve is always got a room for ya.” Andrew sneered, turning the key in the ignition. The car roared to life before the engine noise died to a soft hum. Andrew looked satisfied with himself so he drove off. The whole way there, Jackson didn’t say anything; he just stared out the window as the world flew by…his world was slipping from his grasp rather quickly and he didn’t like it.
They pulled into the driveway of a rather large two story home. It was a nice pale yellow and had so many bright colored flowers it made Jackson’s eyes hurt. He dejectedly followed Andrew up the stairs to the door, the bright sunlight making his black shirt hot and his dirty blond hair gleam.
A thin, pretty girl about Jackson’s age opens the door and smiled, looking over her shoulder. He brown hair fell in soft, wavy strands down her back, just below her shoulders.
“Mom, he’s here!” she trilled, her voice soft and mellifluous. Jackson tried not to stare so he shoved his hands in his pockets and cast his ice blue eyes to his shoes. Suddenly, another lady appeared. She had golden brown hair and dark brown eyes, just like the girl standing next to her.
“Oh! Why hello there, you must be Andrew James and you….oh…you must be Jackson!” she squealed, pulling Jackson into an impromptu hug. He stiffened, unsure of what to do. They didn’t hug where he came from and they especially didn’t hug strangers. Andrew’s eyes went wide and he motioned for the lady to move away, which she did with a disgruntled, confused look.
The girl was flushed from embarrassment, shooting Jackson an apologetic look before grabbing two little boys who tried to run out.
“Jackson, this is your new family. That’s Gwen, your mother, Tally, your sister and your two little brothers, Kris and Karter.” He said pointing to each one in turn. He turned to Jackson, trying to read the expression on the troubled youth’s face…there wasn’t an expression to read.
Jackson’s expressionless face was the result of deep thinking on his part. Was he really expected to stay here? How far was this new place from his old neighborhood? Who lived in this new neighborhood? Who needed a house this big for four people!? Questions shot around in Jackson’s head.
“Where’s my room?” he muttered, that being the only thing he could manage to get out of his brain. Gwen smiled, pulling Karter and Kris over to her.
“Go show Jackson your room.” She said, watching as they grabbed Jackson’s sleeves and dragged him into the house.
“Would you like to come in Andrew? I’m sure that there are something’s you need to tell me, hm? Tally, go upstairs and make sure they aren’t killing him.” She said with a chuckle, leading the handsome social worker to the couch.
When Tally got upstairs, Jackson was standing in the middle of a toy wave. He looked nervous and jumped slightly when he heard Tally snicker.
“What? Never had siblings?” she snickered, watching Kris and Karter. Jackson gave Tally a glare that could kill, watching her shrink back in slight fear.
“No I don’t have siblings and why did they bring me here? I asked for my room, not theirs.” He said, clearly confused behind that tough mask. Tally snickered again, covering her mouth with her hand.
“This is your room. Your beds in the corner over there.” She said, stifling a giggle as his face fell. She jumped back as he pushed his way out of the room, disappearing quickly down the stairs.
Jackson reached the couch in record time, grabbing Andrew by his shirt collar and dragging him outside.
“I’m NOT staying here! I don’t even get my own room! I have to share it with those little spoiled brats! Find some other place cause this isn’t working for Me.” he snarled, watching as Andrew shrunk back too. Andrew made a little stop signal, but Jackson ignored it.
“Find a new place or let me go back. I’d rather be back at Tremor High than here!” he continued, clenching his fists. A small sniffle made him whip around, his anger faltering when he saw the whole family standing and watching him from the door. Karter was sniffling and Kris was holding back tears. Tally had a look of pure hate on her face and Gwen looked understanding and sympathetic. She waved the children away and told Andrew to go inside before walking over to Jackson and leading him to the porch swing.
“Jackson,” she said, sitting down next to him, “I know this is all very new for you and I should have been more considerate. You can have the room right across from the boys and if you want anything el-“she stopped talking when Jackson left to go inside, happy just to have his own room.
He didn’t feel the slightest bit regretful that he’d left Gwen out there. He wasn’t much of a talker anyways. He sprawled out on his new bed, his belongings stacked neatly in a corner of the room. There wasn’t much there. The room was a mint Green with a stripe of brown running around it. It had a desk and a queen sized bed, along with a TV, radio and other things Jackson wasn’t used to having.
He rolled on his back, turning his I-pod on full blast. The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars blasted through his ear phones, the catchy beat making him tap his fingers on the bed. He didn’t notice Tally standing in the door watching him until she came over and hit him on the head.
“Ow! What the-oh…it’s just you.” He said, stopping the music to look up at her. She was glaring ceaselessly, making him nervous.
“Can I help you?” he said, sitting up.
“You need to come downstairs for dinner. After that go to bed or whatever you do. Just leave me and my brothers alone ok?” she sneered, turning on her heels and walking out of the room. Jackson wasn’t hungry so he simply shut his door and changed into some shorts. He slid out of his shirt, climbing under the covers and sighing. He turned on his side, closing his eyes and falling into a restless sleep. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, to say the least.
