I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this, its not like i'm writing to anyone in particular but Mr. Titan said it was a good coping mechanism, he never did explain what he meant by that. So here it goes, my names Storm Whitehaven and this is my story.

January 26 2011

The waiting room was cold, and Storm could vaguely hear the pitter patter of rain that was coming down onto the hospital roof in a melodic style; it was almost soothing. He hated coming here, and yet this was his second trip in just two weeks. His grandfather was - let's just say not doing well. It isn't easy being alone in a hospital waiting room at 2am when you've only just had your fourteenth birthday a few days prior. Many would compare the feeling in his stomach with 'butterflies'; however the only thing this sensation could be compared to would be vampire bats slowly gnawing away at his stomach.

His father point blank refused to even acknowledge the situation; sparing Storms pleas for him to join him in the hospital with a mere flick of his wrist into thin air. His grandfather and him has never had a solid status to explain their relation; apparently his father had had doubts his whole life that he was not the biological son of Bart Whitehaven jr. He would often say in anger that his mother was, and I quote; 'A whore that would fuck anything with a pulse.". His words, not anyone elses. Elise Whitehaven was a girl with a reputation in her time, as his grandfather would say; at least it was kinder than his fathers words.

According to his uncle Shawn, his grandmother believed strongly in the quote; "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough". Elise died on February 23rd 2006 when she allegedly tripped and fell down the stairs at the age of fifty seven. The cause of death was never proven, but believed.

Family in the Whitehaven bloodline isn't exactly a walk in the park but the ones who can tolerate eachother stick together, forever. In Storm's case it's harder to do so, he's an only child. And aside for his one year old cousin he is the only child in the family at present. Storm tends to avoid his family for obvious reasons, one comment from him and they turn on him like a pack of wolves. He'll laugh it off though; he always does.

Four goddamn hours he had been sat on one of the average hospital chairs - you know the ones with the perfectly cut out holes on the back that serve absolutely no purpose. He was long past being affected by the questionable glances he receives from the doctors and nurses as they pass by - who can really blame them? Storm doesn't look fourteen, in fact he could barely even pass for twelve when he went to watch Inkheart with Charley just after his thirteenth birthday. 

In middle school; Storm was a reasonably popular kid. He had his group of friends as do most children his age, but as the months progressed the group grew smaller and smaller until it was only Charley and himself. The group had really began to fall apart when one of his closest friends committed suicide at the age of thirteen - sad isn't it? Jae Sutherlan was a good kid; he got good grades without even studying and he got all the girls with his Spanish charm. Middle school was his kingdom. For all anyone knew he was the happiest kid in the world; that was until his sister died. 

People say that she got electrocuted when her straighteners fell into the bathtub, figuratively frying her alive. And like Storm's grandmother, the case was never proven but believed nevertheless. A mere three days after his sisters brutal death; Jae was discovered by his parents. They found him face down on his bedroom floor in a pool of his own blood. Although he couldn't and never would admit it, Jae's death damn well destroyed Storm.

Storm let his head drop down a little to rest his eyes, he had no idea what time it was but it was defiantly too late. He knew his parents wouldn't notice he was gone, nor would they care. It's kind of sad, actually - although, which point do you think the saddest? the fact that they simply wouldn't notice or the fact that Storm knew they wouldn't?

"The relatives of Bart Whitehaven?" A tall doctor with a moustache that resembled the one Hitler once wore came through the prison like double doors. He looked asif he had had his fair share of cups of coffee today and probably more just to stay awake. Oh the irony, they tell us to keep healthy when the surgeon himself must sleep around two hours a week. You can't really judge him though, for all we know his wife could have just left him, or his sister could have died or maybe he's got alcohol problems. You never really know.

Storm cleared his throat before standing up from his chair; swaying slightly from the fast movement. The doctor spared him a questioning glance but quickly looked back to his notes and carelessly flicked through them. "Ah, hello there. Are your parent's at present?" He made eye contact again but this time raised his left eyebrow. 

"No. It's just me." Storm stated, crossing his arms almost protectively over his chest; leaving no room for the doctor to argue. The doctor sighed and flipped through his notes a second time, I'm not quite sure what he was hoping to find, I don't think he was either. "Very well. Your... grandfather I presume?" - Storm nodded "He will recover; but it will take time. Sixty seven year olds aren't exactly cut out for drinking excessively, especially not in your grandfathers state. I must recommend that you take yourself on home as it is nearing morning and I'm sure you must be exhausted." He smiled sympathetically before being called by a nurse and having to rush off.

Storm took his advice and took himself home. 

January 27 2011

I'm writing this before school so sorry if its a little choppy. You know, I still don't understand how this will help me 'cope'. And first off; cope with what? I think Mr. Titan thinks i'm on drugs or something. I'm not too good with grammar and all that stuff but I'll try and make this the best I can. So, let me think...I got excluded from school last week for 'defiance' I'm not quite sure what that word means but I think it's something to do with bad behaviour. But get this, they still made me go to school! Technically I was excluded for 4 days but they made me sit in the stupid ass isolation booth for a total of 28 hours spread across 4 days. Surely there's some sort of law against it, if not they should make one.

Charley's sick with flu and the moment so I have no one to talk to at school, its pretty lonely. 

Oh and grandpa's in hospital - again. I love him to bits but he just doens't understand that if he keeps drinking the amount of liquor he does he'll put himself in an early grave. In English we're reading this book, it's really good! It's called The outsiders. If for some reason you're reading this, you should totally buy the book.

Well, I've made myself late for school again. I'll be sure to write to you again some time, this is pretty fun. 

-Storm. 

Getting dressed into his sky blue shirt, black school jumper and purple stripped tie and the jeans and Vans type shoes that he continuously gets into trouble for wearing; Storm left the house ten minutes late but didn't rush to make his way to school.

First period was Maths, Storm did not understand maths in the slightest so you can probably guess that he didn't really have much luck on tests landing himself in set 4 maths. He got told to leave the classroom before the lesson had even started, sometimes he doesn't even realize he's causing trouble like that one time him and Jordan Fernton had a huge waterfight in the boys bathroom, he didn't figure  out until after quite how much water damage they had caused. His parent's didn't lecture him, only merely sighed and returned to their spots on the sofa and as always Storm returned to his bedroom for the remanded of the day. 

There was an empty table that was pressed against the wall that Storm had decided to sit on, he was swinging his legs back and forth when the behaviour monitor of the school came and stood next to him. Mr. Natson, or as the pupils often refer to him as 'Mr. Twatson' wore a white shirt, black trousers and a matching blazer and tie. He looked more asif he was going to court than teaching a group of fourteen year old kids. 

"Whitehaven, let me guess...sent out of maths again?" He gave a snardy little smile and Storm did his best glare at him. Storm and school just don't mix, he hates everything about it. The pupils, teachers and just the general environment. Aside from the fact that his school resembled a prison in more than one way, he just didn't learn anything. "You know something, Storm? The only place you're heading is the gutter, everyone knows it. Do you really think that people want you around this school?" He mocked before giving a nasty chuckle and walking back upstairs where his classroom was was situated. Storm swallowed a lump in his throat and leaned his head back against the wall, and gave an over exaggerated sigh. 

The school day merged into one as it always does, and after seven hours he was free to return home. Not that he was awfully happy about it. 

He got home around 3:45pm and walked straight up the stairs, not even saying a word or hearing a word from his parents. He changed into a pair of faded black skinny jeans that were too big for him, a grey nike hooded jumper and a pair of white and black Vans. Grabbing his pot of hair gel, Storm re altered his cowlick at the front of his head. 

Storm isn't the biggest of kids, not the smallest either. He stands at around 5'2 and he has a slim build, not scrawny though. One of the interesting aspects of Storm is that he was born with Heterochromia iridum, to put it simply; his eyes are different colours, one is hazel and the other is a mix between grey blue and green. He also has a sprinkling of freckles dusted over his nose which only makes him seem even younger. 

Nothing extravagant happens on school days, its a well known fact.