It all went downhill (boyxboy)

Part 1-The day it all went downhill

The beginning of the complete downfall of my life started like every other day. I woke up to my completely obnoxious alarm ringing in my ear like a total maniac. I reached for it and quickly placed it on snooze because who wakes up to the first alarm. After a few failed tries of trying to get up from my undeniably warm bed, I finally forced myself up.

I walked into my bathroom which is connected to my room and released some bodily fluids. I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I have fluffy dark brown wavy/curly hair, thick eyebrows, and vivid green eyes that seem to have a bit of hazel in them. I proceeded to do my morning routine that consisted of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and applying face cream to keep my face moisturized all while listening to music on my phone.

After I was done with that I quickly searched my closet and dresser for some clothes. I settled on some skater jeans and a random graphic tee that I found. I was also wearing my silver necklace that I never take off and my green white and blue Nike Air Jordan 1's. I grabbed my backpack my phone and headed downstairs.

"Good morning Zero." says my stepdad. "Hi, dad that smells good." You see my stepdad has been in my life ever since I was 3 years old. He raised me like his own and so I'm used to calling him, dad. "Yep that's cause I'm a chef, you should start calling me Gordon Ramsey, but don't tell your mom else she's going to have me cook more." We both started laughing. "What are you two laughing about." My mom says as she walks into the kitchen carrying my little sister in her arms. " Nothing mom, hi Zoe." I cooed to my little adorable sister. "Hi, browa." She is only two so she can barely say brother properly. We continued our mornings like a regular family as we ate breakfast together and talked about random stuff. Right before I started to head out the door my mom told me the usual, "Pay attention and don't have your teachers call me again for something stupid you do." She said sternly. "Okay mom, bye," I said as I quickly walked out the door cause I didn't want her to start lecturing me. "Bye honey" she finally said.

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"Bruh what you get on the test" My best friend since 6 grade said to me. "Uhh so no hi, hello, how's your morning going, none of that," I said to him as I try to put some of my books into my locker. "No seriously dude I think everyone failed that stupid geometry test, Mr. Williams needs to learn how to fucking teach" "Hold on let me check cause I swear if I fail another one of his assignments I will seriously start considering murder" I grabbed my phone and went on this app called grade corner so that I can check for the grade I got on the test and was infuriated when I saw that I got an F, a fucking F. "Oh my gosh bro I got an F" "hahahahaha now we're twinzies," he said jokingly. "No seriously Benji this is so annoying cause he never actually puts what he teaches us on the test like it's so annoying," I said as I started to feel angry and exasperated at my teacher. "You know what I'm going to go do something". "Wait, calm down Jamal don't pull out the 9 hahaha" Benji made a reference to all those memes he's always showing me, but I was way too angry to calm down.

I started to walk towards my math teacher's class with nothing but an intense feeling of rage and aggression. Benji grabbed my shoulder in an attempt to stop me as he uttered "Calm down Zero, don't do anything impulsive." "I'm not," I said defensively. "Yes you are, I see it all over your face. Calm down and do what your therapist said." He started to seem very worried and concerned. "I said I'm not, now leave me alone your not my fucking mom." I turned around as I continued. You see I have this disorder called Intermittent Explosive Disorder or IED for short and it's when I have repeated, sudden episodes of impulsive, aggressive, violent behavior or angry verbal outbursts in which I tend to act grossly out of proportion to the situation or at least that's what my therapist said.

As I walked into my math teacher's class I saw him at his desk and before thinking I walked up to him and said "Mr. Williams I'm so sick of your dumb ass, you don't know how to do your fucking job and you suck at teaching. You need to fucking learn how to teach with your ugly ass looking like a fried potato wearing does big ass Harry Potter glasses!" I then grab the water I saw on his desk and poured it on him. "Fail that you idiot" He looked completely and utterly outraged and confused. He took me to the principal's office and we had to have a meeting with the principal.

"What we're you thinking Mr. Millar," The principal said to me after my teacher explained what happened. I tried to defend myself but my principal told me that what I did was inexcusable and that she was going to call my mom. I then had to step out of the room and sit in front of the principal's office as I wait for my mom to get here.

Fuck.

I thought to myself

I let it take over again. My mom is going to kill me.

Every time I'm done with an episode I always get a ship-filled size of guilt and regret afterward. My therapist told me to use that as a way to prevent me from acting on my impulses and to remember this feeling so that I don't act again, but I always forget when I'm in the middle of an episode or am too clouded by anger to even try to help myself.

About three hours have gone by and my mom is still not here. I'm starting to get impatient because our house is literally like 15 minutes away from my high school and I know that she didn't go to work today cause she works partly at home so theirs no reason for her to take so long. I mean I want to get this over with and get my punishment so that I can move on with my life.

"Mr. Millar can you came to the principal's office please." Says one of the women that work at the front desk that's right outside of the principal's door. I got up and headed in. I was confused because my mom wasn't here still. As I walked in I saw how different the principal looked from when I left earlier to now. She had a worried mixed with a sort of sorry expression plaster on her face. "Mr. Millar please sit down," she said to me. I did as I was told as I tried to make out what was happening. "I have just been informed by your father that your mom has been in a car accident and he will be picking you up in about 5 minutes so you are dismissed and can go get your things."

What did she just say? I must have heard wrong.

"What!?" I said with a hope that I was going crazy and misheard her. "I'm sorry Mr. Millar I hope that everything works out and that your mom gets better."

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Before I knew it I was in my dad's car. I am still trying to process what was happening as my dad drives us to the hospital I'm assuming. We haven't spoken a word since I've been in here and it all seems like a dream. This can't be happening, oh God please don't let this be real.

I didn't know this then but this was the beginning of my downfall. It gets worse.

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Authors note:
I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter, cause I have never written a book before, and honestly I am just bored so I figured why not. Please vote, and add to your library. I will be hopefully updating constantly. Love you. 

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