Tattoos and Scars

School.

I hate school, and I know lots of people do, but school was the start of my depression. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling blankly, it was quiet and I like the quiet but only when it gets to silence, silence scares me. I rub my eyes and check the time, 6:14. "Shit" I look at the door hearing loud foot steps, then it swung open.
"Michael Gordon Clifford, get your ass out of bed!" My father said, stepping into my room. "You're going to be late and I'm not driving you!"
But then he did, I missed the damn bus again, but so did August and we go to the same school, so it was his fault too.
"When will you learn? Stop being so lazy and Get your fucking drivers license" he growled as we pulled into the parking lot and I only nod, although I'm not lazy, I'm just afraid of driving.
August and I step out of the car and closing the door, not saying bye to him. I look down as we walk into the school, I walk down the hallway with august before he turned the other way to go to his homeroom.
"Bye Mikey" he gave me a smile and patted my back, before going in the room. I sigh and walk a bit further to where my locker was, the hallway was empty since I was a bit late, and that scared me since my teacher was strict about that. I check my schedule and put stuff in my bag, then walked into the classroom. She wasn't there yet so I quickly seated in the chair.
I didn't say anything since no one there was really my friend, I check my bag to spare some time and to make it look like I was busy so no one would talk to me. While I was just randomly looking around I hear foul words from these boys, and I'm almost positive they were talking about me.
After not too long we had to go to our first class, I stopped at my locker for a bit then closed it, speed walking to my first class so no one would stop me and say something. I looked at my watch, 8:32. I gasped and almost ran down the hall then got tripped, I dropped my things and fell on my hands and knees. I kept my eyes at the ground for a split second and didn't bother to look up, because I knew who did it,

Luke Hemmings

He would always bully me, since 3rd grade, he always kept his hair up in a perfect quiff, with his lip piercing and ripped skinny jeans, kinda like mine. I slowly get up and he turned me around. "Gonna be late Clifford?" He said with a smirk, I nod quickly and gather my stuff. "Please just let me get to class Luke" I whimper and start walking again, before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I sigh and turn around, he pulls me close, so our bodies were touching. "You're not leaving until you give me your-"
"No!" I almost yell, pushing him and ran to class, I quickly got in my seat and everyone looked at me but I only look down at the table, panting.

I hate school, I really do.