Can you read my story and me enhance my writing? : (1st half)
i felt the wind slap my face as i ran to catch the bus. as the bus was turning onto the main road, 290th street, it finally stopped at the red light. i hauled my bags up the steps and down the aisle. after a while, we finally pulled up at school. as i walked into my classroom, all the eyes focused on me. i didn't see any familiar faces. i searched for my seat and sat down. there were two boys at my table. the boy on my right had blond hair. he was wearing a grey t-shirt. the guy on my right had electric blue eyes and wore cleveland cavaliers colored braces. they both shot a glance at each other. the boy on my right introduced himself.
“hi! my name is oliver. what's yours? ” he asked .
“m, my name is andrew” i stuttered.
he seemed nice. throughout all of the periods, we sat next to each other. we also sat next to each other in the cafeteria. as we were eating we talked about ourselves, things such as what we like doing and summer vacation. during recess, i couldn't find him. “he was with me in the cafeteria until i went to go get a drink of water. where could he have gone? ” i thought.
“um, oliver. yo, where are you! ” i called.
i finally spotted him and a few other boys huddled up by a pile of leaves in the vast hidden corner of the yard. i glared at them. as i got closer, i guess they could sense me and immediately threw something on the ground, waved their hand in the air and turned around like nothing ever happened. i just stared at oliver.
“hey, buddy whats up! look! the basketball courts look empty. let's get a game.” he said.
as we were walking he looked back at the horde of boys that were huddled up back there. i was perplexed. i asked him what he was doing back there. he kept on walking in silence. months passed by. hot humid air turned into leaves. blankets of snow covered the ground. my head raced a thousand thoughts. finally, one hot may morning i finally managed to get the truth out of him.
“oliver! what's wrong with you! ” i exclaimed.
“what? ” he replied.
“c’mon, don't pretend to be clueless. for the past 7 months you have been hiding something from me” i snapped.
“what are you talking ? ” he shouted.
“you need to stop lying to me or else i’m going to the dean” i mentioned, now angry.
“fine! you know those other boys by the corner of the school yard? ” he asked.
“yeah” i responded.
“well, i uhh, mm go meet up with them to smoke” he gulped.
“smoke” i boomed. “i thought you were a clean, nice and responsible guy” i trembled.
i tried to keep my tears and anger inside of me. i walked away, purposely bumping into his shoulder. he tried to argue but i ignored him. i felt my face redden, my body a bomb that's about to go off exploding with anger. i glanced back at oliver. he just stood there. the next day, in the yard, i saw oliver being cornered by a bunch of buff, towering boys. i walked over to them. i learned their names by now. malcolm was their group leader. john, michael and charlie were the members. oliver was too. again, they sensed me coming.
“hey! yo, what do you think you're doing! ” he yelled.
as much as i hated oliver, i needed to him.
“nothing of your concern” i came back. “c’mon oliver, let's go”.
he didn't budge.
“oliver won't come unless you agree to smoke with us” john stated.
malcolm held out his hand. in it was a cigarette. i just stood there. they were just staring, waiting for me to make a decision. it was like their eyes were piercing through my soul. their eyes were saying “c’mon it's simple! yes or no! we don't have all day.”. my head throbbed. my heart beat so fast as if it was a formula one car on a rampage. i could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. i stared at them, then the cigarette repetitively.