I have decided to rewrite Tyler Youngblood for the 3rd time in a row *bangs head on the keyboard* Ariana who was suppose to be born at the end of the Tyler Youngblood book one has been changed, the age difference between Tyler and Ariana is too great (13 years apart) and Sherri and Rob would be in their early forties if they had Ariana in 2009, so Ariana was born on New Year Day's 2002, they also have Patrick who was suppose to come around August 18th, 2011 but it's the same story with him, Tyler, Rob and Sherri. So he was born August 18th, 2004. I got the name, Ariana from Emma Goodman, I loved it and decided to use it :) and Patrick is named after Patrick Swayze because Sherri loved him as a teenager. And I made it to a tribute to his life after he passed away in 2009, if you think I'm obsessed, no I'm not. I also just love the name, Patrick.
So here is the rewrite to Tyler Youngblood, lots of changes and chapter 2 is a work in progress right this minute and if you don't mind. I'm going to eat.
p.s. the story of Tyler Youngblood, no matter how many rewrites is forever in memory of Beck and to Jackie Shaw, for being my very first friend.
Chapter 1
I guess all stories have a beginning, and with this story I'm suppose to tell it because no one else wants to.
I never thought I was anything special, my mom; Sherri was a regular girl from California who loved dancing and surfing, she moved to Oklahoma when she was fifteen because of her dad's job and met her boyfriend, Rob there. She found he had a secret, a big secret that would change her life forever. I can't tell you the secret right now because Rob says it's too early and I need to start at the beginning.
So here it goes, the beginning.
I opened the blinds' of my window; I blinked a couple of times as the snow falling blinded me for a few seconds.
One more week, I said to myself.
"One more week until Christmas!" Ariana, my seven years old exclaimed, running down the hallway.
"Shh, Tyler's still asleep." My mom said from the kitchen.
"Well, he better wake up soon, Mrs. Earle said I can help with the Christmas tree in the class if I'm early." Ariana said.
"I'll wake him up after I'm done with Patrick." Mom said.
"Ok!"
I opened the door, "I'm already up,"
My mom wore a Christmas shirt and jeans, her long light brown hair in my five-year-old brother, Patrick's gasp. "Oh, morning Tyler, did you sleep well?"
I nodded, "yeah,"
Mom smiled, putting Patrick down on the ground by his toys, "how about you go get ready for school?"
I groaned, putting my head against the door, "do I have to?"
"One more week, Tyler and you're out of there." Mom said, walking over and playing with my hair.
"Fine," I muttered.
"Why do you hate school, Tyler?" Ariana asked, wearing a Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty shirt, eating a bowl of cereal. "School's so fun!"
"I'm not in first grade like you, Ariana." I said, "Eighth grade is much harder."
"Don't worry, Ty. After this school year, you'll be in high school and you will love it."
"Ok," I responded and went into my room, changing out of my pj's pants, big shirt from sixth grade into a red shirt and jeans.
"Are we picking up, Rosaline?" Mom asked when I came out; she was helping Ariana put on her winter coat and Patrick in a beanie hat.
"She hasn't told me otherwise," I answered, grabbing the car keys. "Can I drive?"
"Not yet," mom smiled, taking the keys, "you're only fourteen."
"Carson Ellis has been driving since he was 12," Mom walked down the steps of our apartment and I followed her.
"That's how Dean and Sophie raise their kids, I'm making you wait until you are fifteen."
Dean is my stepfather, Rob's best friend from high school. They are still really good friends and I hung with his son who is around the same age as me when we visit them.
"Dang it," I muttered.
Mom put Patrick in his car seat and made sure Ariana and I buckled up before she got into the drivers seat.
"Speaking of which, we are visiting them tonight for a Youngblood and Ellis Christmas party." Mom said, turning on the car.
"But mom, I was gonna go to Jessica's and watch a movie with some kids from school." I said.
"Tell Jess you have other plans." Mom answered, driving down the street.
"We get to play with Alex's doggies!" Ariana exclaimed.
"I don't know if they are coming, Ariana."
"Alex has to be there, he's Dean's brother!"
"Alex is twenty-six, he has his own family, he might come but don't get your hopes up." Mom parked in Rosaline's driveway and honked the horn.
Rosaline King ran out of her house, she slipped on a patch of ice and fell on her rear. Ariana and Patrick busted out like hyenas and I got out of the car; mom turned around and told them it was rude to laugh. But they were seven and five, so I wouldn't blame them for laughing.
"You alright?" I asked, extending my hand towards her, her fire hair was a mess and her hand was bleeding from taking the fall.
"Yeah, just a cut but I'm fine." Rosaline said, pushing her hair out of her face.
"We have band aids in the car," I started walking towards the car than slipping and falling on my face in the snow.
Ariana and Patrick started laughing all over again; mom jumped out of the car and ran over.
"Oh, my, gosh, Ty! Are you okay, baby?" she asked, taking my cold face in her warm hands.
"Yeah, don't worry about me. Go get Rosaline a band aid." I stood up with the help of Mom and Rosaline.
We made it to school early even with our little delay.
Tulsa Junior High was a big school, though it felt very small with a student body of 600 kids. There was a traffic jam almost every break between classes.
There were cliques already, Goths, art freaks, band, drama, jocks, cheerleaders, rockers and nerds.
I was part of the art freaks group, I wasn't a pro artist or anything just a lot of my friends residence in that group. My favorite hobbies when I came here in sixth grade were writing, drawing and playing guitar so I was gladly welcomed into the group.
That's where I met Rosaline; she was an artist of fairies. She would show a picture of a fairy she drew and I would make a story of it for her.
"Hey dudes!" Brooke Aarons, one of the art freaks and rockers came up to us, wearing her high top converse shoes and her iPod in her eyes.
"Hey Brooke," I said, "What's up?"
"Just rocking out, waiting for the bell." Brooke smiled wickedly.
"What did you do to the bell?" I asked, looking up at the clock on the wall that read 7:46, it was one minute after the bell was suppose to ring.
"Oh, nothing…" Brooke smiled again.
I rolled my eyes and saw a teacher come out of the office, looked at the clock and slipping down the hallway like it didn't matter.
"Did you jam the bell again, Brooke?" Rosaline asked.
Brooke put her finger to her lips, "Shh!"
An office lady came out with a few more, "ok, guys, time to get to class!"
No one listened; it seemed to get louder though.
Brooke laughed like crazy and ran off, Rosaline and I looked at each other.
"We better get to class," Rosaline said, nervous that she would be late.
"Yeah, what's your first class?" I asked.
"Science, you?" Rosaline asked.
"PE; I was heading towards that way anyway." I started walking, avoiding the madness.
Someone bummed me, knocking my notebook out of my hands and my back flipping to the side, I scurried to grab it.
"Watch where you're going, Youngblood." I froze in place and didn't answer.
"Hey Youngblood, Justin's talking to you!" Tom Ronald, one of Justin's friends added.
I picked up my notebook, collecting the papers that slipped out and didn't face him.
"You deaf, Youngblood?" Justin shouted, pushing me into the brick wall.
"No…" I answered, looking over at Rosaline.
"John, go get carrot head over there," Justin ordered, smiling. He was too tall for his age; he was the only eighth grade who was 5'11 with a yellow bucktooth grin. H e was a hillbilly living in a trailer park.
John wrapped his arm around Rosaline so she was trapped, she struggled to get loose; "let us go, Justin!"
Justin laughed, "What are you going to do if I don't?"
Rosaline looked down, going quiet.
"That's what I thought!" Justin said, turning back to me, "Now Youngblood, get ready for a beating that you'll remember years from now."
I remember being punched in the stomach a few times and gagged while Tom ripped out papers out of my notebook "stop it, Justin." I said, weakly.
Justin thought for a minute, "no, Tom help me put him in the trash can."
"Justin, don't!" Rosaline yelled and John covered her mouth.
Tom and Justin picked me up by the armpits and carrying me to the trash can, "let's take out the trash." They both laughed and placed me in. I gagged from the smell.
"What's your problem with me, Justin?" I asked, trying to get out.
"You were born!" Justin snorted laughing.
The trashcan was stuck on me and I fell back in, Tom, Justin, and John all laughed like chipmunks on caffeine. "Come on, guys before we get caught."
John let Rosaline go and went down the hall with the others.
"Why do you let them bully you like that?" Rosaline asked, trying to pull me out of the trash.
"Cause I know they'd beat me up if I told someone." I answered, "Whoa!" I flew out of the trashcan, running into the wall.
Rosaline plugged her nose, "Are you alright?"
"Other than stinky like a cat's litter box, I'm fine."
"What are you going to do about your clothes?"
"I'll go get into my gym clothes and tell coach Murphy that I was checked in,"
"Oh, okay," Rosaline said, "I better get going to go class,"
"Will you get in trouble?" I asked.
"Nope, Mrs. Harmon is awesome that she never counts me late."
"Okay, see ya at lunch." I jogged to the gym, luckily, the locker room was unlocked and I changed into my PE shirt and shorts. My clothes would stay in my backpack until I got home.
"Hey, I was checked in coach Murphy. " I said, coming up to a buff man with a mustache wearing a Tulsa Junior High football sweatshirt, "what we doing?"
"Run four laps around the gym." Coach Murphy said, writing on his clipboard.
"Ok coach," I'm pretty good at running, I have long legs and I go running with my stepfather, Rob during the summer.
On the other side of the gym was the girls PE class with Miss. Swirl, they were doing jump rope, and the cheerleaders of the class were talking all through it about whatever girls talk about.
"Will you guys shut up?" a girl I had never seen said towards the cheerleaders.
They rolled their eyes at her, "new girls don't talk to us like that," one hissed.
"Well, I don't care." The girl answered.
"Move it, Youngblood!" Tom pushed me forward; I completely forgot he was in my PE class.
I ran faster, faster than Tom and all the boys in the class, not even breaking a sweat. I kept my eyes on the girl, leaning against the brick after finishing my laps.
She was in a heated argument with the cheerleaders, "how about you stop obsessing over yourself and get a life."
"At least we aren't a loser like you, new girl."
"My name is Katana, Katana Wolfe and you're the loser, Polly."
Polly chewed on her gum, "You are so asking for us to ruin your life, Katana."
"Leave her alone, Polly." I said, going behind Katana to show her I was on her side.
"Is she like your girlfriend, Tyler?" Polly asked, blowing a bubble.
"No, just stop fighting please." I asked, nicely.
Polly smiled, hiding her bratty side for a minute, "alright, just because you're nice, Tyler." Polly flipped her black hair and walked away.
Katana turned around, "I could have handled it by myself."
"I know how to stop Polly from turning you into an outcast," I answered.
"I rather be an outcast than a stupid popular cheerleader," Katana answered.
"You could of said thank you," I said.
"Thank you," she said, than looked around, "Whatever. See ya later." And she walked into the locker room.
"Youngblood!" Coach Murphy called out, I turned around and he pointed to the clock.
The dress bell rang and I ran to the locker room.
"Flirting, Youngblood?" He questioned.
"No," I answered, truthfully and left the locker room for creative writing.
