At school I didn't talk to anyone. but it's not like I was trying to be an asshole. Nobody made any effort to talk to me either. I think it's because I have off the oppression that I didn't want to engage in a conversation. So I didn't mind.
the years went on without getting close to anyone. sure, I would talk to people. It wasn't really "talking" it would mostly consist of a simple yes, or no.
when junior year came around. I had to take this stupid extra class that I didn't want to take. just my luck.
~
I walked into the classroom and took a seat in the back of the room farthest from the teacher. Nobody filled the seat on my right. On my left though was occupied with a kid laying down with their hoodie up. I couldn't tell if it was a girl or a guy because they were facing away from me.
The class started and they stayed laying down. They didn't look like they gave a shit about the class either. glad I'm not the only one
~
The class started about 5 minutes ago and everything was going fine so far. Until somebody bursts in the door
a tall guy stumbled through the door. His hair is a golden blonde and his roots seem to be a dark shade of brown. His outfit is simple, he's wearing normal jeans and plain graphic t-shirt. not that I care, but I'm bored and I have to get entertainment some how.
"Sorry I'm late I couldn't find the classroom" he apologized toward the teacher. The teacher politely excused him for being late.
While I on the other hand, I knew it was bullshit.
The look he gave off showed me that he was high as shit and hungover. his eyes were bloodshot red and his pupils were blown. You can tell he's trying to walk straight and not fall over from being smashed the night before. dumbass
he stumbles into the desk on my right that was empty.
the lecture continues without any more interruptions. I didn't really understand what the teacher was teaching but it's not like I was paying any attention anyways. I was too focused on the blondie next to me, because whatever the hell he's on.
I fucking wanted some.
