Girls Like You Have Such An Easy Heart to Steal

Have you ever felt like you just wanted to fit in? Well, so did Noah. Coming from a small town, who has now moved to the big city. What's worse than being apart of a crowd? Not having any friends at all. But everything changes for Noah when the 'bad group' adds him in. How will this straight A student from a small town change when he gets in with this crowd?

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1. Cracked Pavement and Black Spray Paint

The bag on my shoulder weighted heavily, full of my necessities for car rides. A Game Boy, a few comic books, my phone, chargers, chargers, and more chargers.

 I looked down at my homescreen on my phone, my best friend. Her name was Addie. I had lived next door to her for as long as I can remember. We grew up together. I'd had a crush on her since I was 10 years old, but I was always too scared to tell her. I was her 'brother'; who would date their brother? 

Anyway, back to my story. So, Steve's company got moved to the city, which means, instead of him making the 2 hour commute to work every day, we all packed up our stuff and found a little house 10 minutes from his work. Great. New school, in the middle of a semester.

The car skidded to a fast halt, my phone flying out of my hand, out the window.

"We're here! Isn't it beautiful kids?" My mom asked in her sing-song voice.

"My phone!" I pulled the handle and went to look for it.

It laid in the middle of the road, a big spider crack in the top left part of the screen, which expanded all the way to the center.

"Son of a bitch!" I kicked the small pebbles in the middle of the road. 

"Noah!" My mom scolded. "Do not use that language! It is very inappropriate for a boy your age!"

I let out a scream in frustration. "I bought that phone with my Christmas money."

"Then it's a very good thing your birthday is coming up, isn't it?" Steve asked, rhetorically. 

Oh, yeah, let me backtrack. Steve is my step father. My self-centered, arrogant step father.

I grabbed my bag from the floor and looked at the moving truck behind us, my mom's friend Diane and her husband were helping us move. I looked over at the uncut grass and overflowing amounts of weeds from the 'flower bed', which was really just a big patch of dirt in a place covered by shadows. My mom noticed my grimace at the yard. 

"All it needs is a little tending to, that's all." She kissed my cheek and opened the door, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. 

My little sister climbed out of the car with her headphones still in. "Thanks for telling me we were here." She spoke a bit loudly.

"Matilda," Not my mom's first pick of names. "maybe if you had your volume down, you could have heard that we were here." My step father cocked off.

"Maybe if you weren't such a terrible driver, I would have known which slam on the breaks was our house." 

I laughed a bit at that, my sister was 14, meaning, she was getting used to her new attitude.

When I walked up the pathway to our house, the sidewalk was all cracked, like the cement had been there since the 40's, which it probably was.

 

When most of the furniture was moved in and the boxes were all unloaded, we all sat down to a 'family' meal, one that Steve likes to call, KFC. I took a spoonful of macaroni and cheese and it plopped on my plate. I passed it to my sister. The chicken came my way next. I handed it off to my sister without taking any. 

"A boy can't grow unless he eats his meat." Steve looked at me.

"Animal populations can't grow if you're constantly butchering them and holding them hostage in a mass production chain." I fired back.

"Oh Steve, leave him alone. You know he loves animals." My mom gave me a smile.

"Yeah, so do I, when they're deep fried and smothered in gravy." He dunked a chicken leg in his mashed potatoes and bit into it, just to spite me.

After dinner, my mom had me take out the trash. From my backyard, I had a perfect view of the library across the way. Words of obscenities were written on the brick in black spray paint. I looked around and examined my backyard. It had a fence and a little cement patch, large enough for a basketball court for 1.

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