A teenager, who is thrown into a world of unfairness and hatred.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! “Ohhhhhh” Danny Zhane groaned as his alarm shook reality into existence. Danny rolled out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He was sixteen, had a bronze tan and sandy blonde hair, he was also very muscular. In other words he was handsome, very handsome. Danny was very popular at his school, every girl knew him well, but there was this one girl who had always caught his eye, her name was Rachel. When he tried to ask her out he always felt too scared and suddenly chickened out at the last minute. Anyway one day she disappeared, according to his principal. As he was thinking about this his mum shouted out from downstairs “Danny your going to be late for school again!”
“Yes mum!” Danny shouted in reply as he was rushing around pulling on his school clothes from where they lay on the floor .When he finally made it out of the house he was already five minutes late. Danny went to Raven Hill State High but all Danny’s friends called it Raven high. The principal’s name was Mr. Grey; he was Danny’s absolute rival teacher here. He had run into trouble because of Mr Grey a few times now and had a deep contempt for the man. Danny even hated looking at him at assemblies. Now as he sat in the principals’ office, looking at the familiar drab wall with a painting of a young man, and the ugly brown desk of the administrator. He knew he was screwed, Mr. Grey loved to punish him, five minutes late would be called truanting, and when he was explaining himself it was called answering back. When was this asshole ever going to leave him alone? He’d been late most days before but this was the last straw, or at least that’s what Mr. Grey told him anyway.
The day was dragged on by detentions and lectures from Mr. Grey. Danny got sent home early – suspended for two weeks. When his mum came down to pick him up she went berserk and started screaming. Danny earned another lecture. Danny was sent to his room without food for that night, grounded for two months.
The next day when he woke up there was a bowl of cereal sitting on his desk in his room. Danny thanked mum silently as he gazed around his room. After quickly wolfing down the soggy cereal Danny shouted to his mum downstairs asking if he could use the phone. She said no, so Danny asked his mother another question.
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