1 Thunderstorm

Jin's POV:

I lay there in my bed looking at the ceiling. Thinking about one person.

"Sora"

The only name I could remember. I wasn't sure why. Sora was the new girl everyone hated she was often bullied by the popular girls. I didn't see the need too though. She seemed really sweet and kind-hearted. I closed my eyes as I thought of her face.

Golden hair, Green eyes, freckles. Her voice was soft and calm. Her smile was like the sunlight from the sun. She seemed so perfect. That still didn't explain why she got bullied so much.

The lighting outside crashed as the wind suddenly opened my window. The two sides of it crashed in the wall. I slowly opening my eyes to the feeling of rain drops on the feet. I sit up and look at the sky and took a deep breath. Even if the thunderstorm was loud my mind was still thinking about her.

I wanted to say that i hated thinking about her. But, i truly didn't.

I groaned and slopped on my bed. My phone chimed from my bedside table. It was my best mate, tomio.

Tom: Hey bruz wyd?

Me: nothin much

Tom: Oh i know! 😉

Me: What?

Tom: Your thinking about Sora aren't u 😜

Me: How did you know? 😔

Tom: Cause I saw you staring at her in drama today

Me: *sigh yeah

Tom: Bro, she legit gets bullied so much jeez

Me: Whatever

Tom: Hey you ok dude?

Me: I'm fine tom

Tom: Ok well i'll see you at the skate park right?

Me: 9:30pm right?

Tom: Yep ✌️

Me: K well cya soon

Tom: Cya bro

I groaned and sighed at the same time. Even if tom is my best friend I still get really pissed if he mentions Sora. Even in public. I feel unstable. Weak. I didn't know why. My eyes lit up as the though of Sora once came to me again. I wacked my head with my head.

"COME ON JIN PULL YOUR HEAD IN!" I yelled

I was so annoyed with myself for no reason. The fact that i had feelings for Sora. Was to much to take in. I never liked a girl. I felt like girls were just there for show. I rolled my eyes at this thought. I looked at the time. It read 9:24pm. I grabbed my phone and skateboard and entered the living room.

I saw my alcoholic father sitting on the couch with a beer gazing at the tv. I didn't even look like he was even alive. He wasn't actually my dad but he was my step-dad. I didn't care I hated him most of all.