School Always Sucks

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We got home, He looked at me without saying a word and then leaned in and grabbed my shoulder with a uncomfortable grip " Next time I see you there ill make sure you'll regret it"
" I don't want you to get infected by those dirty pests they'll ruin what you've been working for."
I felt like smacking. Smacking him so hard hard that He'll regret what he said. I don't know why he treats them differently they're the same as us.
Human beans
Hes the pest, he doesn't deserve to have what he has now a child, a wife, money, lots of money. I feel ashamed to be his son, honestly.

He let go of my arm slightly pushing me. He turned around and went to his office, before I went to my room I checked on my mom. Of course she's washing the dishes again. . . I give her a slight pat causing her to flinch a bit. She didn't turn around cause she knew it was me. I do that when fathers not around to show her that its safe. She still doesn't show me any affection but she does smiles at me which I guess you can call that affection.

I go to my room, lay down on my bed and decide to look at the news.
And the first thing that pops up, my school. Turns out 34 students died including the killer. I was surprised " congrats to you joseph" I say out loud jokingly. We actually used to be friends in 2nd he was chill until something happened that he didn't talk to to me or any of the other students and he was quiet for the of rest of the school years. I didn't expect that happen but I did expect that he would do something like this one day.

Then I get a e-mail from my father. 

Father

Your not going to that private school no more instead your going to a public school, but the public is very high rated as good reviews.

Carter Sanchez

"WHAT??!!!" I yell, "I-I-what the hell" I stand up, walking around anxiously,

I start freaking out how the hell- I'M SO LUCKYYY AHHHHH "Ok I need to calm down." I sit down, I get on my laptop and search up. how does a public school look like?

"WAAAWWWW" it looks so fun, but I cant get my hopes up.

                                                                           -3 days later-

I've been just chilling in my room doing nothing I guess. Then my father calls me,
"Your going to the new school tomorrow, here's the supplies" He gives me the supplies, I anxiously wait for him to dismiss me, "you may go now" I ran and then I slowed down, if I did run my dad probably be suspicious of me. I go to my room and lock the door, I start putting all the stuff in my backpack and I'm all done, I go on my laptop to search up for the uniform like always, but then surprisingly there is no uniform??!! but I don't have any normal clothes  all I have are suites, my old schools uniform and Pj's. Ill just were a suit then.

                                                                              -Next day-

I get dressed, and wait at the bus stop the bus came but the bus looks, old. I go in the bus its so loud- " YO JESSICA I HEARD YOU GAVE NICK HEAD LAST NIGHT" what- "THATS WHY YOU ATE MARIAS P*SSY OUT LAST NIGHT" "ooooooooo" what the hell is wrong with these people we are in high school- "NAHH I WOULD NEVER HER P*SSY STANK LIKE FISH" "IM RIGHT HERE YOU B*TCH" *everyone in the bus* "DAYYYYUUUMMMM"

                                                                           -mean while😏-

 "Ayo new kid, were you from" I look across from me to see this guy he's not some ordinary guy hes-hes HANDSOME??!! " hey you k?" "your kinda red"  WHAT THE HELL??!! nononononononononoononononono I'm straight I like boobies,boobies,boobiesboobiesboobies
im red, blushing wtf, i need to respond or else ill look mean "i'-I'm from h-here" WHY DID I STUTTER AHWHWUHQFUKRFGUHEFL,HEUG "what school then?" I slightly look up- HES EVEN CUTER UP CLOSE, AT THIS POINT IM A TOMATO, I CANT LOOK UP " I'm from a private school near here"

"were here , want me to show you around" I look up to see a crowded public school.

This is gonna be hard.





I FINISHEDDD YAYYY, tyy from reading againヽ(≧□≦)ノ

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