Different beauty

Monday

Victor P.O.V
I wake up to yet another boring school day. I am shattered. I stayed up playing my favourite game, The Walking Dead, way too long yesterday. I struggle to get out of bed but finally manage to sit up. Shakily, I stand up but almost lose my balance. I really need to start going to bed earlier, I think to myself. I go over to the mirror only to find my short blond hair looks like a bird's nest. I start to try to get it back into its normal state. I don't want to end up looking like a zombie after all. After I finished sorting my hair out, I put on: my white shirt, gray trousers, sea blue tie and black blazer. Before heading downstairs, I catch a quick glimpse of my face in the mirror. I notice my paper pale skin and sky blue eyes, inherited after my dad. I half frown as I realize this, but quickly go back to my daily routine. I don't want to remember.

Walking down the stairs, I suddenly become aware of the vibration in my pocket. I look down at my phone to discover a message from my best mate, Liam. "Done the chemistry hwk?", it says. I sigh. Liam is way too worried about education. We are only in year 9, it's not like learning matters than much right now. So what if I haven't? The worst thing that cacling witch can do is give me a detention and call my mum. I don't bother to reply. He knows me well enough to know I couldn't bother to do it.

I get to school just on time. I rush to my first class, math. I sit down next to Liam and note down what is on the board. I have no idea what the teacher is on about. I don't know how this is going to help me in my future life. 10!? What is this anyway?

When the lesson finally ends, I hurry out the class and see one of my friends, Bella, walking by. I shout her name, and I see her head spinning in my direction. I walk over and we start talking about the new seasons of The Walking Dead. We are both exited for it. Maybe we could even go down to London for the premiere?

As we stroll down the never ending corridor, I feel a slight punch on my elbow. I jump back and try to locate the source of the sudden attack. When I see no one at eye level, I look down to find a black haired girl on the ground. She looks a little hurt, but besides she seems fine. I avoid her gaze and run to catch up with Bella. I don't need to waste my life on being nice.

The school day drags on forever. I decide to bunk off my last lesson, history. I really don't mean to fail my lessons, but I feel terrible, both physically and mentally. I scribble down a note from my 'mum'. "Dear Mr Smith, I would like my son, Victor, to be let out of school early due to a doctor appointment. Sorry for any inconvenience caused. Mrs. Summers. I close my planner and close my eyes for a moment. Five more minutes and I am finally free to go.

Instead of going to my class I go down to student services and sign out. As I walk down the concrete pavement, I think about how disappointed my mum would be if she knew I was skipping lessons. Out of nowhere, a voice inside my head appears. It whispers "What would your dad say?". I hate when that happens. It feels like I can't control it. I try to get rid of it but after a few seconds I realize it's not going to go away. I run. It always seems to help, but not this time. I stop near by to some trees. I slide down and close my eyes. The thoughts still haven't gone away. I concentrate on my breathing. I soon feel something wet on my cheeks. Tears. I hate myself for being so weak.