I Could Care Less for High School

Go 'Round

Then the teacher walks back into the classroom.

"Okay, class. We have fifteen minutes left. There is nothing more to do, so you guys can get on your phones."

I see Maria pull out her phone. I pull out my sketchbook and continue my sketch of ROLE MODEL for his album 'Oh, how perfect'.

"That's nice. How'd you do that?" Maria is now looking over my arm. I close my book.

"Thanks," I say standing up. The bell rings and I walk out.

I start walking down the hall when I'm slammed up against the locker.

"Sup E-boy," Daniel smiles. Another reason to hate on life, Daniel Peterson. He's been my bully since 6th grade, so yeah life has sucked for a while. But you learn to put up walls. He wasn't always like this though. He used to be my best friend.

He was friend until he found out my secret. My secret that my mom doesn't care about me. That she actually only acts nice when he's around but when it's just us, she's either drunk or beating on me.

"What do you want Daniel?" I ask dryly

"Oh, don't you remember?" He smiles "It's payment day,"

"Yeah," "Payment Day," I hear a couple of his goons say

"You know, nobody can insult me and get away with it." He whispers. He was just mad that I called him out. He didn't like that when he was sagging, I told him to pull up his pants because I didn't want to see his butt while I was trying to eat.

I laugh at his stupidity, but that only causes him to slam me against the locker again. I groan. "Meet me at the football field at 3:15, E-boy," he says letting me go and walking away but not before throwing me the finger.

High schoolers gotta hate them.

I get through the day while suffering through having my books slammed down, dealing with fake people, and being slammed against two more lockers.

By the time it's 3:15, I could care less about Daniel. So, I walk past the football field and go home. I don't care about fighting him.

I'm deep in thought when I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. I turn around and there Daniel.

"So, you thought you'd wuss out and nothing would happen. Wrong, E-boy. You just asked for a even harder butt whoopin'," He's fuming but I don't care. I turn around and continue walking.

"Hey, E-boy! I'm talking to you! Don't walk away from me!" I hear him run up to him and he spins me around and slams me against the fence.

By down the sun has just about gone down so, it's not like anyone could really see us. I'm not one to get into fights but I can if I have to. He swings and I move my head causing him to punch the fence.

"Shoot!" He swings again and this time I push past him causing him to not only hit his fist on the fence, but he runs into it. He turns around and goes to do like a spin then kick and I just grab his foot. Then I turn him around and I push him into a pile of trash. Once on the ground I walk away and I go home.