The Price Of Dirt

Chapter 2: Year 8

My body is heavy, the chair I sit on feels like its going to collapse over my dead weight of guilt. I'm shaking with hate, anger and fear. I just stared at the ground. I didn't even have the will to wipe the blood off my hand. I am a selfish bastard. My parents don't have the money for this. Barely keeping me in school, then paying for a very expensive school trip which now I am not allowed on. Now that money has gone to waste, what will they say?

I'm doing terrible in school anyways, bottom set all subjects and just got into a fight. My parents try to be proud but they really cant as they have really nothing to be proud of. I have no motivation these days, just playing video games and nothing else to be honest. I haven't done a piece of homework since the start of year 8 and now its coming to the end of the final term before i go into year 9. End of year exams will start in a month and i know i will get no where in them. I constantly muck around in class and disrespect teachers, never go to any detentions or anything.

But I have met one of my targets i set in year 7. I've got friends. Yes, friends. Michael, a really over-achieving, talented, athletic guy with long black curly who looks about ten years older than me, Sam, a baby faced, rugby player who has 25 million pimples, Sean, a grumpy, goddamn clever guy who goes shooting on a regular basis, then Benji, who i get along with really well as he is quite geeky, plays loads of video games and just a seriously pleasant fucker.

To be honest these friends are great actually as they helped me build up the personality i kept bottled up inside in year 7.

But now my quest is to have a friend that is FEMALE. Yeah the girls aren't so keen on me in my year. Mostly because i have never really spoken to a girl properly. I found it bloody hard to talk to my friends normally, let alone speak to a girl. To a lot of them i am a "weird twat".

Anyway, back to the current situation, I am sitting in a chair inside the deputy heads office. I was sitting next to a guy with a lot of blood on his face, still dabbing it with a tissue. My left hand was covered in his nose blood that was dry now. I am extremely guilty, not for hitting him, not for being banned from going on the trip, its because my family are struggling and always have been, since i was born, they could barley afford me let alone my eleven year old brother and 3 year old sister.