Skeletons in the Closet by faze1315 Yeahright (classic books for 11 year olds .TXT) 📕

is that?” I shoved a girl out of my way.
“Well, I see the papers you turned in, you have a gift by the way.”
“Oh thank you.”
“But you should have detention by now and the way Mr. Bounty looks at you. It is like he is afraid.”
“Do you think I am capable of blackmailing a teacher?”
“Yes, that is why I ask.”
“Well I promise I am not blackmailing Mr. Bounty. Maybe I am just so irresistible that he can’t help, but to give me good grades.” I stopped at my next class, “Anyways if I had some scoop on the teacher, I would have already spilt the beans.”


I grabbed my food and started to walk towards the door, when Casey stepped in front of my way. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Could we start over?”
“I have already forgotten about you,” I winked at him and walked around him. I stepped outside and headed towards James. He was sitting at the table with a sad puppy dog expression on his face. My lips lifted into a smile until Casey walked in front of me again.
“Hi I am Casey,” he held out his hand.
I balanced my food on one of my arms and shook his hand, “I’m Alex.”
“Do you have somewhere to sit Alex?” He grabbed my food and looked around.
“Actually, yes I do.”
Casey raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
“Yeah,” I pointed at James and Casey’s face scrunched into disgust for a second before he covered it up. “What? What is wrong?”
“Nothing,” he started to walk away from me.
I ran towards him and this time I was the one to stop him. “Why did you have that disgusted face?”
“You’re sitting with the bottom of the list.”
“Really?” I snatched my food away from him. “You are like everyone else you know that right? The list. The list!” I wanted to punch him in the face then stomp on his foot. “I can’t believe I was actually starting to…” I trailed off and looked past Casey. Taylor had her arms crossed, staring at us. She gave me a small smirk and sauntered away. Zila started to push against me, wanting to rip her throat out.
“You were starting to what?” Casey shook my shoulder, but I shook him off.
“Nothing,” I walked away and sat down at the table. I shoved away my food, not having an appetite anymore.
“What happened? Things looked like they were getting heated.”
“Not really. Do you want my food?” I pushed the plate towards him. I was starting to have a killed headache from Zila wanting to escape. She is usually asleep right now and doesn’t want to come out in till night. But the desire towards Casey and anger towards Taylor shook things up inside.
“Not really,” he twiddled with his thumbs a bit before speaking, “Do you mind if someone comes and sit with us?”
“This was your table before I sat here, do what you please.” I banged my head against the table until I couldn’t take it anymore. I went deep inside my soul. This is where I found Zila. She had red long hair like me and our faces looked the same delicateness, with minor differences.
Were her eyes are a shocking yellow, mine were a pale blue. Her face had freckles and black rings around her eyes, where I had a nose stub and no black rings.
We stood in nothing, surrounded by black, standing on air. “I don’t know what is wrong, but I am at school. You cannot come out.”
Zila tilted he head and barred her teeth at me.
“I know she pisses you off, but I can’t have you killing my classmates. Not again.” She nodded her head and I felt her pull back.
When I opened my eyes Jenna, the girl in my gym class, was sitting next to James and they seemed to be in deep convocation. I coughed to get their attention.
“Oh my gosh Alex,” Jenna turned her full attention towards me. “I didn’t realize you were sitting here, but I don’t know how I missed your red hair.” She laughed, but trailed off when I didn’t give a reaction.
“You know each other?” James looked between us and let out a nervous laugh.
“Yeah we are in each other’s first period,” I sighed. I got out of my chair, “I will see you guys later. Major headache.” I walked away before anything was said and walked into the cafeteria. Taylor walked up to me the moment I stepped in.
“I saw you talking with Casey.”
“Is there a problem?”
“I just wanted you to know that I am his girlfriend. If you knew what was best then you would stay away.”
“Trust me. I was planning to.”
“Good so we have an understanding,” she looked me over. “You would look so much better with some make up on.” Taylor walked away, as I gave her the middle finger. Just as I was walking up to my locker, the bell rung.

I ran up to James after eighth period, “Can I get a ride home?”
“Why?”
“Because I just ran over to your locker and I am exhausted,” we started to walk towards the parking lot.
“Yeah sure.” We were walking in silence when we say a huge crowd standing around a car. It was dented and the windows were smashed. The seating looked like a cat wanted revenge and I didn’t even want to read what was written on the back of the car. “I feel sorry for the person of that car.”
“It is mine,” he looked at me in utter shock and started to push people out of the way. When we were standing in front of the car, it looked even worst.
I looked around the car and found a note on the wind shield. I picked it up, “Just a warning, next time it will be worst.” I ripped the paper in front of me. I was pissed, no beyond pissed. Zila scratch my insides and I was so close to letting her free. I could smell the blood in the air, and my skin was slowly starting to burn. “Leave it be,” Cool hands wrapped around my stomach and I was dragged away.
“Did you see what she did?”
“Yes, and that is why if you do anything she will strike again. I just want to get home without any trouble. OK?”
“I’m Ok.” I pulled away from him and opened my door. I could feel Zila bubble up inside me, she knew what buttons to push.
“You can take her,” Zila whispered inside me. “Let me free. I promise prices will be paid where they need to be.” I shut the door and stomped towards the crowd. They all parted, waiting for the fight that is about to start.
I was so close when arms wrapped around my waist, dragging me back. “Let me go!” I pushed against James struggling to get free. “Taylor, I will pull the weaves out of that plastic head of yours!”
James dragged me into the bushes. I struggled against him, planting my feet into the ground. “Alex calm down.”
“I will not,” I turned around. I pushed him again, but I was the one falling back instead. I grabbed at James shirt and we fell in some mud. James struggled to get up, but slipped and fell on top of me again. “Dude, you way a ton.”
James stopped struggling and looked at me, “You have mud on your nose.” He wiped it off and smirked at me. “I kind of like it here.”
I stopped struggling as well. “So do I.” I ran my hands down James’ chest and up his back, pulling his shirt with me. I grabbed some mud and splashed it on his back. I shoved his off and ran.
“You bitch,” James and forced himself up too. I grabbed some mud and slung it at him. I ran toward the car, but before I made it, James slammed his body into me and we fell again. This time I was on top, “I think I like this better.”
“Shut up,” I grabbed some mud and ran it through his hair. James brown hair was slicked to his head with mud.
James grabbed a hand full of mud and ran it down my face. A huge blob slid down my cheek and fell into my shirt. We looked at each other and fell in the mud laughing. “You owe me a shirt,” I told his as we walked to his car.
“Well you messed up my hair,” he pulled some dry mud out of his hair and flicked it at me. I pushed him away and climbed into his car. I stared out of the car with a smile at my face. I haven’t felt this in a long time, just plain old pleasure.
“Your hair looks good that way,” I picked out another dry piece of mud. “You should keep it that.” I watched as the neighborhood flied by. It looked like a streak of color and life, something that has never been in my life. Most days it was dreary, black and white. A smile slowly crept onto my face; I could learn to love this place.
“Well, your face looks better with mud on it,” James turned towards me and stuck his tongue out at me.
“I liked you better with mud all over your hair. That James was nicer to me,” I pouted and pushed the door open. I stepped out and walked up the stairs. I turned around to James walking up the stairs as well. “Well this is it.”
“Are you going to let me in?”
I looked over at the living room window and notice two sets of eyes watching us, “I prefer not to. My family has issues.” I shuffled my feet a bit.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you later, Woods.”
“Until tomorrow, Landenberg,” I unlocked the door, but turned around when I heard James call my name.
“Will you keep my car here for the night?”
“Sure,” he tossed me the keys. “What are you going to tell your parents?”
“That I forgot I drove my car and decided to walk home, wish me luck.” He waved me goodbye and started down the street.
The second I stepped in, I was bombarded with questions:
Who was he?
What is his name?
Why are you dirty?
When do we get to meet him?
I shoved past Trina and Bella and headed for my door. “I won’t start answering questions, when mud is on my chest. Please wait an hour.” I closed my door and fell back onto it. “My gosh.”
I jumped into the shower and came out thirty minutes later as refreshed as you could be. I sat on my bed and started to brush out my hair. Today was an emotional wreck. I laid back against my headboard and slowly closed my eyes.
Casey. Casey. Casey. That was all that was on my mind. I tried think of other things like homework…. Ha! But I did try getting my mind off of him, but green invaded my head. Swirling and crawling into the shadows of my mind. In matter of moments, I could only replay the moments in my mind. Wishing I did something