Chapter 3

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(December 18th 2013)

I met my rivial in the parking lot, our

argument got heated to point both our faces

were red with rage, he made the first move

by grabbing me and a fight broke out, he

tackles me into a truck, pinning me then

starts swinging, I took several hits to the

face but got lucky with a liver and kidney

shot, I turn the tides and tackled him to the

ground but he curled up and shielded his

face just letting me whale into him until he

clocks me in the head with a rock!

The woman we both like broke up the fight

just like any classic drama and the cops

were called by two students and a

principal, the whole situation escalates to

the point of interagation, in the end I was

expelled and couldn't go back to my old

high school because that principal said he

had to 'honor the expulsion.'

I called the principal out on his shit by

yelling that he suspended a guy that had a

revolver in his bag that said he was gonna

shoot someone last year yet he had to

honor the expulsion?!

My grandmother attemptes to assert her

dominance by saying I caused enough

trouble and that she's doing everything in

her power to keep me from being thrown in

jail, the campus security escorted us to our

car and we drove home, at home I had to

listen to her sob and complain about how

she attempted to raise me right and that I

ruined this year's Christmas.

For two weeks I felt depressed,

I even begged God to kill me when I got the

flu a week later, death never camed and all

I had was a single question.

Why? Why am I still alive? What did I do to deserve all this mental suffering?

Was it because I wasn't Christian enough?

After my two weeks I just went about life,

playing Skyrim on my Xbox 360, I played it

hours everyday and my grandmother

wasn't speaking to me, it felt like heaven,

like I finally had peace, then January the

5th she asked me if I wanted to be home

schooled or  get GED, I chose GED but got

home schooled with GED classes.

During the first six months she mostly left

me be and wasn't strict on her rules as

much, it was nice but I could tell she was

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