The New Boy

Chapter 1

"Don't worry dad. New school. New life" I muttered, grabbing my keys. It was weird to think that an hour ago I was in bed trying to think of excuses to not show up to my first day of the second semester of a new school, but, angry emails from my ex girlfriend and threats from my old lacrosse team made me want to leave the house.

"She would of been proud of you..." Called dad. I turned around quickly.

"What?"

"Yeh mom" he smiled weakly, "she would of been proud of you"

"What's there to be proud of?" I asked. It was true, I had done nothing right since day one, and what happened to her was partly my fault, I can't live with that.

"She loved you"

I grunted in disbelief, "Sure, whatever dad". I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder before storming to the door, I could here him mumbling to himself in the kitchen, he did that a lot now mom was gone... I opened the door and was about to slam it but thought otherwise and ended up shutting it lightly. He didn't need this. He didn't need me.

The clean black Volvo was in the driveway, still wet from last nights rain. It was almost always squeaky clean, maybe because dad never liked to drive it and I had my own car till about two months ago. That was a pile of shit in a dump somewhere by now, and trust me I didn't miss it; the revving engine, the bragging silver paint job, the beyond loud stereo, I didn't miss a thing about it.

I jumped in and turned on the ignition in complete silence, whenever I thought about my mom or what I used to be like I just got angry, Mr Ryan said that I just needed to breathe, but Mr Ryan is back home in his crappy office not even giving a thought about where I was. Anyway, dad said I could have a new therapist here in Detroit... They say I have anger issues, I'm just depressed about mom. But that isn't true, I'm a bomb waiting to explode and take everything down with me, sometimes I can even hear the clicking, like a countdown to mass destruction. Apparently it's all in my head, my stupid, stupid, stupid head.

I banged my fists on the wheel as if I could punch the thoughts out of my head.

"Come on Scotty..." I whispered, "you can do this, no one has to know about you. You can make it all go away"