6th April 1981
Left out
Cold, cold winds at 6am woke the young boy louder than his mum ever once did, the next door neighbours dog's barking to the sound of the crooked old fence hitting itself on the granite garage just a few inches behind his house. Trees rustling more and more as the wind picked up followed by the sound of the roots ripping from the ground. The slightest Tweets from the birds that nestled in the trees like top-hats, the bell that rang every morning after first period-
After first period? His mind unlocked itself and the realisation of chattering and stamping hit him like a brick, as He stood up from his seat. Stumbling over himself he got up and left the classroom, the smell of artificial chicken floated in from the cafeteria like a clammy breeze. The passing period was draining as he watched the 'popular' boys pass by him in a group bigger than than the corridor itself.
I don't really think he had many friends, well he did but they were all dicks, i think he knew that to be honest but he never seemed bothered by it, it was more of a loneliness than a problem. I mean it's not like he didn't want friends, it just seemed like he didn't need any. Anyways. Break time was a misery for some but a pleasure for others, there's the kids that sit there, alone with the odd one or two friends, real friends. But there's always that group full of at least 10-15 girls that walk around ruining peoples day just for a laugh. I don't think Any groups like that are real, your either in it for the sake of your social status or your not in it at all. Second period. The bell rang for a absurd amount of time before anyone entered the classroom. Nobody liked math, and if you did most people would consider you a bit wrong.
The time felt slow that lesson, slower than before. Actually it felt horridly slow, so slow in fact it looked like everyone had just frozen. ( apart from him of course) He stood up, shaking like a cold puppy and looked around him as everyone in the room was completely still, the girls weren't talking the guys weren't pretending to jerk each other off. Honestly if I was there I would've preferred it. He stood up reluctantly and hit some random boy on the shoulder. ( I don't really know what he thought hitting that poor boy would do but it did absolutely nothing) he turned to the door and took his chance, hoping nobody would see him, I mean it's not like anyone would seem him anyways because well they were frozen, right?
Wrong. The vice principal, mr, optic stopped him from going on his little stroll and asked where he was going, I'm not really sure what he said but knowing him it was bad because he ended up in detention after school but apart from that he went home confused and a bit pissed off but mostly confused. Maybe his pills just weren't working, no that would be ridiculous, why would prescribed pills 'not work' he came to the conclusion that he was just daydreaming again and he got up out of class unknowingly and that's why mr, optic wasn't frozen like the rest of the class and that he should probably apologise to the boy he hit earlier...tomorrow though because he couldn't be asked to do anything at 9pm apart from sleep. The next morning felt warm and disgusting like someone thrown him into a sauna. Getting up for school that day wasn't easy for him, his shoes didn't fit and the smallest button on his blazer fell of with its thread still attached, he didn't want to go into that shit hole again but he knew if he diddnt he'd be done for, he left the house without even saying goodbye to his mum and walked down the small path that connected his house to the Main Street, he had been walking for a while now until he stopped in his tracks as the smell of burning flooded his nostrils. He thought nothing of it and kept walking but the more he walked the stronger the smell became, he turned the corner and walked down the path that led to school but got suddenly stopped by a policeman telling everyone to go home and that the schools not safe, he happily followed the order and headed home glad that he didn't have to face another math lesson with those jerks.
