What this Is

So I already have a daily blog (hallieatheart.blogspot.com), but I figured a forum for my writing would be a nice thing to have. I promise I won't make my posts incredibly long and I would appreciate any constructive criticism.

Without further ado, here is part of my novel THE TRUTH.

One-Liam

I awoke from another one of my terrible dreams. In this nightmare, like in most others, my dad was at my school yelling at me. He would tell me how much I disappointed him. I would always be holding a piece of my art close to my chest, and then I would see June from the corner of my eye. She would smile and then I would wake up.
These were obviously dreams because my dad had never bothered to come to my school in the first place, and June never gave me a second glance. Both things were not surprising to me because Dad didn’t usually take time out of his life to spend with the son of his ex-wife and June was an unusually shy kind of person. I had heard about one time when she had been called on in Algebra to give an answer she passed out because of the attention brought to her.
My mom yelled from the family room that it was almost seven and I’d better “get my rear into gear” if I didn’t want to be late again. My mom was a stickler for being on time. Mom was very organized. Everything she had was in a certain order, the only exception being her bedroom.
I got up and out of bed, picked up some jeans I’d left on the floor near my easel, and a shirt that was balled up by the closet and gathered the books and supplies I would need for the day. I rushed down the stairs and grabbed a Coke out of the fridge, after all Mom always said breakfast was important, before giving Mom a hug goodbye and running out to my car. The car was fairly new, a little beat up from some rough driving, but it was one of my prized possessions. Not only did it have a great stereo system, but I had painted a small mural of the tree on the cover of a Cartel album I owned on one side. I got into the car, started it up, pulled out of the driveway, and hit the gas.
Luck had been on my side that morning and I encountered little traffic on the way to school. I had even managed to get there ten minutes early meaning I could lean against the front wall and people watch with my friends. I ran a hand through my sandy blond hair and walked over to Paul, who was always there early. Paul’s dad was an English teacher at school, currently my English teacher to be exact, and Paul didn’t have his own set of wheels yet. I stood next to him and he nodded his head in acknowledgment before looking beyond me. I followed his gaze and saw Diana Lewis. Diana wasn’t necessarily my taste, but Paul found her to be one attractive lady. She noticed us watching and decided it would be worth her while to walk over.