Never going to escape

All I never wanted

           My eyes shot open in a panic, Before they could get adjusted to the bright light that illuminated from the window above my bed I was already searching frantically until my hands came across the box. I wanted nothing more, but to break it into pieces, but that would change nothing. Today was the last day of school before summer break and my mother made it clear I wouldn't be missing it, despite only getting four hours of sleep last night.

When the alarm finally stopped, I thought of the many ways I could escape my faith. I use to love school, the teachers, my peers, heck even the classes, that was until about a week ago. Heartbreak was a pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, well except I had only one enemy. Robbie Avin, he was the only person who knew exactly what I was going through, he caused it.

      "Seth!! You better be awake young man, do not make me come in that room or so help me I will drag your butt to school and chain you to a desk until the fall!!" I rolled my eyes at my mothers threat all the while getting up and heading to the rest room, only to find my little sister Jasmine was in there, as always.

    After waiting for what seemed like an eternity I finally made my way into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and hated what I saw. Normally I admired my appearance , but the bags under my eyes, and the nest on top of my head was evident, I looked and felt like shit. This is what a break up could do to you.

      "YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! HURRY UP IN THERE AND COME EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!" My mother ordered from outside the bathroom door seconds after I had finished.

      I took what had to be the quickest shower humanly possible, a record breaking twenty minutes and I was out, but still my mother found a way to complain. If it was up to me I would of been there a lot longer, but I didn't dare challenge my mothers wrath. I passed the mirror after brushing my teeth, I was only half way ok with my current "look". My sister eyed me weirdly.

      "You look like shit" she muttered earning a pat on the shoulder from my mother.

    "I heard that" my mother urged.

    "Sorry mama" Jasmine said with a sigh.

    "I'm sad, what's your excuse?"  I questioned earning a pat as well.

    "I'm so tired of you two always fighting, you need to learn to get along. One day I may not be here, than what? You will only have eachother that's what" My mother scolded.

      "Sorry mom" I muttered as I played with the plate in front of me.

     I hadn't had much of an appetite since the break up, and that's saying something. I would have been asking for seconds by now, my mother wasn't just a great cook she was head chief in one of the most fanciest restaurants in the world. She did well for herself and her kids reaped the benefits, our home wasn't anything too massive, but we had a huge back yard with a outdoor pool, me and Jasmine both had almost anything we ever asked for, the basement was filled with gaming systems, air hockey machines and anything else we wanted.

       "BOY DO NOT PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD, EAT! Do you know how many people wish they had a famous Chef cook for them? I wish I did, hell your grandmother couldn't cook to save her life, that's why I had to get so good at it" my mother continued going on and on about her child hood as I forced myself to eat the meal before me.

     After breakfast I grabbed my keys hugging mom goodbye, not knowing truly what that meant at the time I wish I held on tighter. Jasmine was already in my car messing with my aux as I made my way to the driver seat.

    "When are you going to let me drive?" My little sister asked from the passenger side as she plugged her phone in.

  "When you get a license and your own car, don't play no bullshit Jasmine" I warned as I reverse the car.

      "When do I ever play bullshit?! You're the one who's been listening to all those sap songs about love and heartbreak" Jasmine teased.

      "Yea whatever, you heard what I said"

        My sister was only two years younger than me, she was going a freshman in high school and I was a Junior, well soon to be sophomore and senior, but who's counting. She looked more like my mother than I did, her brown skin matched perfectly with hers while mine was a few shades brighter. Looking back at life I really wish I didn't take for granted the car rides and little moments we shared, looking back I wish I did a lot of things differently.

     I could still remember what Jasmine actually played was a song I loved and couldn't help, but sing along to. I remember that entire school day being nothing , but lame goodbyes to people I only pretended to like. I remember seeing him in the hallway trying desperately to avoid his gaze, but the moment he saw me he tried making his way towards me. I gracefully allowed myself to get lost in the wave of people before he could come close, Robbie's face had an expression I couldn't read, but for a second it scared the hell out of me.

I tried to erase it from my mind as I made my way to my final block, the last class of the last day. I silently thank the havens making my way inside. It seemed like everyone was staring at me which pissed me off, I knew what they were all thinking, but I didn't care. That was until I felt a rough bump on my right shoulder that almost caused me to lose my footing.

"Can you not see!? I demanded as Timothy turned to face me.

"I don't see much right now" He taunted. Timothy was known for starting fights, that and touchdowns, but I wasn't one of his little victims.

"Do you think you can bully me? Do I look like I'll take your shit Tim?" I mocked causing a lot of o's and damns from the class.

"What you say? You forget you're the reason why Robbie is acting the way he is? You got homeboy all wiped and now you treat him like he's not there, you're an asshole Seth, A. Piece. OF. Shit" That's where he lost me.

I wasn't to blame for perfect boy Robbie and my breakup, he was. I also wasn't the blame for what happened next, "my fist had a mind of their own", That's what I'll tell the Principal. I clinched my knuckles after they made contact with Tim's tooth, I could of sworn I heard a crack. Please let that be his tooth and not my fist.

Authors note: Hi, this story will kinda catch you up to where we started off in chapter one. For those of you who are confused chapter two set before the first chapter.