The Boy Named Damien Foster (A Novel)

Damien: 400 Days of Solitary

400 days of solitary. That's all that I could process in my mind that day. Sitting there, on the schools steps as I watched the time, the people, everything pass by. I was just an outsider to this new world. High school is hell and everyone knows it. It's just the same thing every day. Do your work, go to class, graduate.

Not for me. I won't do it. I strive for better, to let loose and live life. That's all I've been doing ever since I came to Rosewood High. In all seriousness, my grades were good, advanced even. Yet, my reputation was suffering.

I was notorious around the school, the bad ass. That is if you want to call me that.

All in all, I was an alright kind of guy but complicated as hell.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stood up from those same concrete steps I sat down on everyday for a smoke and to take in the surroundings. Running a hand through my dark brown hair, I looked down at the door handle for a moment.

"Here we go..." I murmured, slowly pushing the double-doors open.

This was going to be one long day and all of us are going to hell. I hope I still have my phone and earbuds in my pocket.

Pushing the door open, the noise and bustle of high school had slipped right past me. My feet had dragged me down the hallway until I was stopped by a cold hand to my shoulder. Shifting my head towards the body the hand belonged to.

"Damien Onyx Foster..." The ominous voice chanted as it removed it's hand from my broad upper arm.

"Shit." I grumbled under my breath before turning on my heels to the one and only Mr. Baker.

"Damien, I've been asked to keep an eye on you while our principal is away. I would expect you to behave yourself."

A smile had creased my face as my eyes narrowed at him. "I find it funny how Mrs. Wall asked you, the guidance counselor to keep an eye on me. I would figure that they would've sent me an escort to class or something."

Mr. Baker had laughed and it was a sarcastic one. The kind of sarcastic laugh that made me have a sick smile on my face. The smile that could pierce through any one of these poor excuses for a "student".

"I'll let that one slide today, Foster. But only because it's Friday and that I don't want to send you home for the rest of the week." He replied back, smiling just as sickly as mine.

"Now we wouldn't want that..." I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest.

Mr. Baker nodded, but not so much in an agreement. His eyes had scanned over me, taking a step closer to my form. "You better not have any alcohol on you."

I shook my head. "As much as I would want it-since it's Friday-I don't have anything on me... at the moment."

He smirked and hit my arm hard. "Good. I don't want to catch you with anything." He said, pointing his index finger at me. "Now run along. I don't want to call an escort down."

I cocked my head to the side before I turned myself around, facing the hallway full of kids.

I growled before flipping my hair out of my face. "Is the escort gonna have to hold my hand while I take a piss too?" I murmured, walking down the hallway towards my locker. The infamous locker 276, to be exact. No one dared to step foot near my locker, not even my only two friends.

Now that I thought about it, no one really stepped foot near me.

I can't complain. It's not like I'm wanting a huge circle of friends that don't give two fucks about me.