Welcome to My Life a Olivia Tara Original

[Olivia Tara Parker/Roth]

So who here like Drama? Romance? and all that jazz well if you don't then go away here is a story of mine
Chapter 1: How it all Began

I did it because I love her and I want to protect her. Now she probably hates me a lot. My name is Richard John Grayson. I live with millionaire Bruce Wayne and his butler Alfred. I’m 18 years old and a senior in high school. Right now my life’s a mess. Well this story is about a girl and that girl is Kori Anders. She is an angel and now she hates. Well actually our story starts a few months ago that’s when it all started…

I was sitting at my usual lunch table with my friends Kori Anders, Rachel Roth and Victor Stone.

“Anyone seen Gar?” Victor asked. We all shrugged.

“Hey guys,” Gar yelled as he ran over to the table. “Did you hear?” he asked excitedly.

“Hear what Gar?” the Rachel and Kori asked in unison.

“That Roy Harper is coming to our school,” Gar said.

“Roy Harper,” Kori said. “The Roy Harper?”

“Yes,” Gar said. “I hear he's taking time off from his show so he can live a normal life.” He added as he sat down.

“Awesome,” Kori said. She was a big Roy fan, but I don’t see why.

“Yeah just another celebrity,” Victor said. “Remember the last one who came here.”

“Vic that was me,” I said as I crossed my arms.

“Yeah I know,” Victor said.

“Maybe he’ll be like you,” Gar said.

“Yeah maybe,” Rachel said in her usual monotone.



The next day, I sat in his homeroom with Gar, Kori and Victor. Gar and Victor were across the room and Kori was on my right side and on my other side was an empty seat.

“So Richard do you think it’s true that Roy’s coming here?” Kori asked. I shrugged. I knew Roy, we went way back, at one point we were, like brothers, more so than me and my actual brother.

“I haven’t talked to him lately,” I said casually.

“Wait you know Roy Harper?!” Kori blurted, before she could stop herself.

“Keep quite will you,” I said but too late half the class was now crowding around me shouting trying to make their question heard.

“Sorry,” Kori said.

“Everyone sit down now,” Mrs. Nelson, our homeroom teacher, said. Everyone sat down, but the chatter didn’t stop.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Roy?” Kori asked, quieter than before.

“It never really came up,” I said. The door opened and our principal, Mr. Simon, walked in closely followed by Roy.

“You must be the new student Roy Harper,” Mrs. Nelson said. Roy nodded. “Take a seat,” she said pointing to the empty seat next to me. Roy saw me at once, we both grinned.

“Hey Richie-G,” Roy said as he took the empty seat.

“Hey Roy,” I said annoyed that he used my old nickname.

“Richie-G?” Kori said.

“Yes my nickname from him,” I said.

“Who’s your friend?” Roy asked looking at Kori, up and down.

“Roy, Kori Anders, Kori this is Roy,” I said gesturing to both as I said their names.

“Nice to meet you,” Roy held out his hand.

“Yeah nice to meet you,” Kori said as she shook Roy’s Hand.

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Kori, Roy, and I sat together at the lunch table.

“So Richie-G is Kori the only friend?” Roy asked.

“No I’ve got other friends,” I said annoyed. He knew I had other friends, but he was messing with me, and he knew I hated that.

“Then where are they?” Roy asked.

“Here comes Gar,” Kori said pointing at Gar across the lunchroom. He was at the table seconds after he saw Roy.

“Roy this is Gar Logan, Gar this is Roy,” I said, introducing the two.

“Nice to meet you,” Roy said.

“You never told us you knew Roy Harper,” Gar said.

“It never came up, and you never asked,” I said.

“Gar where are Rachel and Victor?” Kori asked. Gar looked around the room and shrugged. “Oh here they come,” She said spotting them walking towards them. They reached the table and sat down.

“Roy these two are Rachel and Victor and vice versa,” I said in a very bored way.

“Hi,” Rachel said in her usual monotone.

“Hey,” Victor said.

“Nice to meet you,” Roy said.

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A few weeks passed, and Roy seemed to be fitting in. I sat alone in homeroom again. Gar and Victor were again across the room talking about a TV show they watched last night. Kori and Roy walked in. Kori was laughing at Roy, probably one of his stupid stories.

“Hey Richie-G,” Roy said sat he sat down next to me. “What’s wrong?” He asked. I hadn’t noticed he was glaring at him.

‘You!’ I thought, “Nothing,” I lied which I seemed to be doing a lot lately.

“I was just telling Kori a story from when we were kids,” Roy said.

“What?” I asked making sure I had heard Roy correctly.

“Just some stories from when we were kids,” Roy repeated.

“I know that,” I snapped angrily, “Why?” It came out harsher than I intended.

“She wanted to know how long we’ve known each other,” Roy said. “You need to loosen up,” he added.

Chapter 2: Screw-up

Roy had only been at JCH for two weeks and he was ruining everything I had. Rachel, Victor, Gar and Kori were all under his spell. For Gar and Victor it was meeting his cast mate and famous friends, for Rachel it was meeting her favorite fashion designer Jen hex, who was our age. Then there was Kori, I think she likes Roy, I’m not sure.

5th hour ended which meant two hours of Gym, with Roy, not what I wanted, no I mean not what I needed right now. Roy may have been my best friend but over the years he’s changed.

“Hey Richie-G, wait up,” Roy called. I continued walking, not slowing down.

“Hey,” he said once he caught up.

“Huh?” I said as if I just realized him.

“I asked you to wait up,” he said looking at me trying to read my mood.

“Oh sorry didn’t hear you,” I lied.

“So I was thinking maybe we could hang out tonight the guys haven’t seen you in 5 years, basically since you left the show,” Roy said.

“Can’t I have homework,” I said. “I actually wanna graduate unlike some people I know,’ I said.

“Hey I wanna graduate but I’m not gonna do with all A’s,” Roy said. “I was never good with Grades,” he added.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said it came out way harsher than I expected it to.

“Retract the claws sour puss,” Roy said.

“Sorry,” I said. “X is coming home I’ve just been a little on the edge lately.” Well it wasn’t a total lie. My older brother Xavier was coming home. Xavier’s middle name was Red, that earned him the nickname Red X. well that and the fact that red was his favorite color had something to do with it too.

“Oh yeah, He’s in college isn’t he?” Ray said buying into my story. I nodded. “isn’t he in his last year?” I nodded again not wanting to talk right now.

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I walked home. I called Al and told him I wanted to walk. I was alone, Kori had a family thing, Rachel was going to see Jen and look at some new designs. Gar and Victor were hanging out with Roy. I slowly approached Wayne Manor. I enter the manor and walk right up to my room. I fell on my bed and almost instantly fell asleep.

“Master Richard, wake up,” Alfred’s Voice drifted towards me. I slowly opened my eyes.

“Wh-what time is it?” I asked looking around.

“6:00,” Alfred said. “Master Bruce wants you down stairs,” he said he stood up straight and began to leave the room. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “Oh and your brother is here,” I groaned and fell back on to my bed. Alfred left. I stood up and pulled my phone out of my pocket, I had three new messages. One from Roy and two from Kori. They could wait. I slowly made my way down stairs to the living room where Bruce and Xavier were talking.

“So you finally decide to visit?” I asked. “how long has it been three years?” I asked.

“Sorry but I needed to make money for college tuition and I had a summer job every summer,” Xavier said turning to look at me. “I want to graduate you know,” he said.

“So you serious about this whole college thing?” I asked. I walked over to the empty arm chair and sat down across from him.

“Yes,” Xavier said. “But that’s not why I’m here,” he said. I crossed my arms and looked away from him. “I’m getting married this summer,” he said. Both me and Bruce looked at Xavier shocked.

“You getting married?” I asked.

“You’re not serious? Are you?” Bruce asked.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” Xavier said. “It’s Koma,” he said.

“You two are still together?” I said.

“Yes,” Xavier said clearly annoyed with my interrogation. “After we graduate we’re getting married and I want you two to be there,” Xavier said. “And Al,” he added.

“You want me there?” I asked. What that was like my 7th question, I see how it’s
annoying him. “You’ve always denied that were related,” I said.

“Richard, I’ve grown up these last few years,” Xavier said. “I want you to be the best man,” he said.

“Why me?” I asked. I was so screwed up, and he wanted me at his wedding, where I’d surely screw it up somehow I always do. Me leaving the Show was because I screwed things up with Roy and The others. That’s all I ever seemed to do.

Five years ago I was part of, The Big Sketch Show, it was a comedy, me, Roy, Garth Allens, Wally West, Donna Troy, and Barbra Gordon, made up the cast. Babs and I were dating and when I realized there was nothing there I broke it off. Babs threw a fit she said we were meant to be, we were a perfect couple. I told her I didn’t feel anything more than a friendship, and she wouldn’t let it go so I left.

“Richard are you even listening to me,” Xavier asked.

“I’m Sorry you were saying,” I said looking at him.

“I want you because you’re my brother and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He said.

“You want me there even with my track record for screwing things up?” I asked.

“Richard that was the Past you’ve grown up I’m sure,” Xavier said.

“Roy goes to JCH now,” I said. “He wants me to be his friend again,” I said.

“Are you stupid?” Xavier and Bruce asked. Oh did I mention Roy used to be a druggie. I was caught with his stuff and got in a whole lot of trouble.

“No,” I said, “Maybe” I looked at the floor.

“How long has he been there?” Bruce asked.

“Two weeks yesterday,” I said. Bruce looked angry now he didn’t want me to e friends with Roy because of the drugs. Xavier on the other hand had a different reason. When Roy and I got together it was nothing but Trouble, we’d get in trouble constantly. Xavier thought he was a bad influence. “Look I’m not exactly friends with him,” I said. My cell phone rang, I pulled it from my pocket, it was Roy.

“Who is it?” Xavier said.

“Roy,” I said. I put in back in my pocket and let it ring. “He can’t take a hint,” I said. “So where were we oh yes the wedding,” I said trying to change the subject.



I yawned for the thousandth time. I didn’t get much sleep last night.

“Richard are you ok?” Kori asked. We were in our second hour history class, with Rachel and Gar.

“ye-Yeah I’m fine,” I said trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. “Never better,” I lied.

“how much sleep did you get?” Rachel asked.

“What are you two my mother’s now?” I asked.

“Sorry for being worried for a friend,” Rachel said.

“X came home last night, he’s getting married,” I said.

“Oh yeah,” Kori said. “Koma came home too,” she said.

“He wants me to be the best man,” I said. “Even though I have a knack for screwing things up,” I said, as I resting my arms on my desk and my head in my arms.

“So how much sleep did…” I didn’t hear the rest of Rachel’s question.

[Olivia Tara Parker/Roth]

Chapter 3: Fight or Flight

So Xavier was getting married at least he’d get the girl of his dreams. But me I’d be lucky to even be Kori’s friend. Today at school was horrible.

7th hour block ended so I had one more hour to go and avoid Kori, so far I was doing a good Job, besides the history incident, I hardly talked to her at all. I hurried to my locker to get my advanced science book if I could do this without, Kori catching me, I’d be home free. I quickly did my combination and opened my locker.

“Richard,” d**n I was so close. I turned to look at Kori. “What’s with you lately?” she asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said as I closed my locker and began to walk away.

“You’re avoiding me and the others, we’ve all agreed on the fact that you’ve been acting very weird since Roy arrived.” She said.

“Again I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said I picked up my pace.

“Richard look at me,” she said grabbing my shoulder, and stopping me from going any father.

“Kor I need to get to class,” I said, jerking my shoulder away from her.

“You know I thought you were different,” she said sounding hurt.

“Well I guess you thought wrong,” I said, a lot harsher than I intended. I wanted it to be harsh but not too much and I went way past the line. The line to me was now a speck in the distance.

“Boy was I wrong,” Kori said. “I thought you were different, but you’re just like every single guy I ever met. A JERK” she said her eyes welling with tears. I sat there is that what she thought. Before I could say anything else she left. I stood there until the warning bell rang I practically ran to my class, which I shared with Victor. The bell rang as I sat down in my usual seat next to Victor. I rested my head on my arms

“Cutting it a little close,” Victor asked.

“uhh” I groaned.

“What was that between you and Kori?” he asked. So he had seen I was hoping he didn’t

“Nothing,” I replied. I turned my head so I was looking at the board where our teacher Mr. Allens, was writing some notes. I sat up and pulled my notebook out and opened it to the first blank page and began to copy the notes down.

“What was that about?” Victor asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Boys is there something you’d like to share with the class?” Mr. Allens asked.

“No sir,” I said looking up at him. He was looking at Victor and me. “He was just asking for a piece of Paper,” I said noticing he didn’t have one out. I pulled a piece of paper from the back of my notebook and handed it to him. Mr. Allens gave us a nod and turned back to the board and continued writing.

Class ended and I all but ran from the room and out of the building to my car. Yes my car Bruce finally decided to let me have my car back. I don’t see why he took it away in the first place. I mean it wasn’t even my fault, it was Gar’s. We were heading home from the wall; we had finished watching one of those weird Movies Gar likes in the mall theater. Any way I gave in to Gar and let him drive. He hit a lamppost and ruined the car. I told Bruce it was my fault. That happened in June last year, its April now, almost a year later.

I quickly got into my car and Started it I jute wanted to get away from Roy and, I could face Kori, not now. The drive home was quick, I ran into the house and tried to run up to my room but Xavier caught me by the arm.

“Where’s the fire?” he asked.

“You’re still here?” I asked. “Don’t you have classes to get to?” I asked trying to get free from his grasp.

“Yes now again I ask where’s the fire?” He said tightening his grip on my arm. I pulled harder and he let go.

“I’ just wanna get upstairs and on my computer so I can do some homework,” I lied.

“Oh really because I just got a call from Koma who got a call from Kori,” Xavier said. I took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t holding me anymore and ran up the stairs, of course he followed me. I reached my room and slammed the door on his hand. He yelped in pain a brought his hand back and I closed my door and locked it.

“Open the door,” he demanded. I leaned against it and slid to the ground. Good news sure did travel fast.

I was sitting on my bed in the dark. I had the curtains closed and it was getting hard to ignore Gar and Victor.

“Open the door,” Gar said. “We just wanna talk,” he said. I stared at the door. Not moving a muscle, hoping they’d give up soon. I was getting hungry and I didn’t have any food, that and I really had to go.

“Come on man just open the door,” Victor said. Hopefully they’d give up soon. They probably wouldn’t even realize I was gone. Then it occurred to me below my balcony was the garage, where my bike was parked. I could leave and they wouldn’t even know. Perfect. I walked out to the balcony and looked down it wasn’t that far, 7 feet tops. I jumped hoping to god I wouldn’t get hurt. I landed on me feet, with a thud. I ran to the back of the roof which was only three feet from the ground. I loved that fact that the manor was build on a hill. The only trouble I had was the gate which I managed to get open. And I was off, I don’t know where I’m going but I just need to get out.

I stopped my bike near a cliff I was on the outside of Town. No one knew I was missing, or maybe they figured it out by now, I don’t know. Gar and Victor could be dense at times. I sighed as I watched the sunset. It times like this, it when I miss my parents. They died when I was 8 so I don’t remember them much. But I do remember my mom would tuck me in at night while my dad checked under the bed and in the closet for monsters, and things like mom hated Xavier’s acting he said it would change him. He quit when he turned 11.

“Mom, Dad I miss you,” I said looking up the night sky. My parents didn’t just died they were shot by someone at one of their shows. I don’t know who did it but whoever it was ruined my family, and more importantly messed me up. As I got older I wanted to know who it was I became obsessed, with him and I didn’t even know who he was. Kori’s the one who saved me from myself. Kori the only Girl who liked me for me not for who I was before. Kori was perfect and I blew it any chance I had with her was long gone. I mentally kicked myself, how could I be so stupid.

Everyone has the fight or Flight reflex. First there’s Fight; staying and fighting, to solve your problems. And then there’s Flight; running away and never facing your problems. That was me I always chose Flight. I almost always ran away, Wit5h Barbra I ran away, with Roy I ran away, and now with Kori I ran away. Everything I did I ran away from in the end, today I probably ended the best thing that had ever happened to me, I lost four of the greatest people in my life.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID, Bruce.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“I’m on my way home, I just needed time to think about some things,” I said as I stood up. I looked out at Gotham. From this distance it looked beautiful, the light, and the setting sun made it so perfect.

“Where are you?” Bruce asked again. I groaned he wasn’t going to stop until I told him.

“I don’t know I’m getting back on my bike, I’ll be home soon,” I said. I hung up before he could continue.