Disclamer: same shit youve heard 10,000 times before so i will spare you. copyright to me, ask if u can use it and ill say yes so please just ask. this is a complete work of fiction, all characters are fake and any the same one as in this story.
The Way Highschool Works (part 1)
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So it was my first time at a public school. My mom was loaded and kept me in private school most of my life. Well that all changed when she decided to move to Washington DC. So now i live with my asshole of a father.
Well it was the first day of school. I left bright and early so i could be at the bike locks on time. When i got there, it was a culture shock. 5,000 people streaming onto a campus that wasnt bult to handle that many people. I locked my bike on the rack and made my way into the crowd.
Class is fine when you dont know anyone, the hard part is lunch. Like the nerd i was, i ate my lunch somewhere where noone would find me, i ate on the roof of the school. i heard the bell ring so i ran down the stairs and came out right infront of my Bio class.
2
Lancaster High School opned its doors in 1995. It was bult to handle 2,100 students. Now it has the largest security force in the state due to low income students and gang violence. A little white kid dosent pose much of a threat at first glance.
3
I rode my bike home, staring at the apartment bulding in which i call residence. I passed it without flinching. I had nowhere to go, no one to see. All my old friends laughed at me when i had to go to a "general enrolment" school. So i rode to the creek, dry now, to think. How the fuck had my life got so fucked up? Why was i cursed with having this drunk as a father, and why does everyone hate me now that i dont have money. These questions rang in my head till i decided to go home.
4
I opened the door and immedatly smelled that potent sweet smell of Meth being smoked. I was about to leave then rememberd i had nowhere to go. I walked into my room and opened my window. When did my dad get so bad.
My step-mom yelled cuz i forgot to wash the dishes after "dinner" or what i like to call pick on chris for 20 minutes. i got sick of it after about 5 and left the table and locked my door. I stared at myself in the mirror. The black bruses standing out against my pale white skin. Why did i have to be gay? Why did my dad have to hate me? these questions ran in my head.
5
School was better the second day. i started to talk to people, and actually ate lunch in a group. But my questions still rang in my head. Then the class id been dreading came, P.E. First day was a physical Examination, which i hoped id fail so i woudlent have to do anything. I walked to the scale and the person doing the exam asked where I got those nasty bruses. I lied, telling him i got them from a car accident. No one questioned it, they couldent check it, no one knew who i was. I just kinda floated through the rest of the day, knowing my dad was gonna be the same way he was when i got home yesterday. So when it came time for me to leave, i just sat under the columns and read.
I never went home that night, i slept on the steps of the school. Luckly the security guys woke me up before the morning rush started. So i floated through the day again. just waiting for lunch so i could go sit on the roof and get away. I began to think that this was how my life would be forever.
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how I loathe fridays. Having to be home, and put up this happy facade, total bullshit. i guess i was thinking out loud and someone heard me. "I agree with ya totally." I knew his face. He lived in my bulding. "i can hear what your dad says to you at the dinner table. He says some fucked up shit to you and your brothers."
"they're not my brothers, they're my nephews," i replied, breaking my silence and began looking up at him. he had some of the darkest brown eyes i had ever seen, big muscular arms, and long black hair.
"you know the walls in that bulding are as thin as paper, oh, by the way my name is Shawn." he extended hand for a handshake. My hand met his, "Chris."
"yeah, i know, i hear ur dad yelling that before fucking faggot."
The words pierced me, and i think he caught it.
"hey dude, i didnt mean it like that."
"i know ya didnt, it just isnt the best of words, thats it"
"Well if ya ever need me im in appartment 1456B."
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