Raison d'être

Ch 1

I watched the small rose, it hadn't bloomed yet, it was just...fascinating.

I brung out a small glass of water and gave the not yet bloomed rose it, I watched as the soil turned into a deeper brown in colour as I chuckled, softly.

I brushed my finger tip over the rose and got up off of the ground, looking around and sighing "Ohh, there's nothing to do in this quite boring life."

I sat back down on my bed, taking a deep breath as I did so "Life's not interesting..." after saying this I layed down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, smiling "I guess I'll have to make it a bit more interesting then".

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I walked through the cramped school corridors, the walls as tight as your mum was last night (JK, LMAOOO).

I came across the lockers, finding mine and inserting the small digit code.

9 1 6 2 3

My lockers door flew open when I inserted the digit code, I looked for my books that I needed for today.

I heard a bunch of chatter come from a few lockers away from me and there he was, Mr perfect.

He opened his locker while chatting to one of his best friends.

His copper coloured hair, his green eyes, his small freckles on his nose.

So annoying.

Not only was he annoying but I would want to kill myself if he tried to talk to me.

Oh, saying that; I forgot to introduce myself!

I'm Robbie Williams: black hair, brown eyes, dark as fuck eyebags and pointy as fuck ears.

What your average serial killer would look like.

Maybe even a cannibalistic bastard!

Wow, such great things to think about: serial killers and cannibalism!

So great.

So fun.

So amazing.

What's the point of living?

I grabbed my books out of my locker and put them in my bag, sliding my bags zipper up and effortlessly swinging it over my back, slamming my locker shut in the process.

I hate this life.

I took my headphones out and placed them over my ears on my head, took my phone out my pocket turning my playlist on, full blast and then sliding my phone back in my pocket.

I should just die.

I walked to my first class, waiting outside the door since I have nothing else to do before the bell rings.

No one would notice if I died.

I leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

No one would even read my suicide note.

The ceiling looked tacky and cheap, also dirty.., I wonder how dirt would even get up there in the first place?

Who would even want to waste their time reading it?

Someone must've damaged the ceiling somehow

No one, that's who.

Who would even want to cause damage to the ceiling in that way?

A suicide note wouldn't even be worth time writing.

Someone who is careless and wreckers and then when they damage stuff they go about talking about how they can have nothing nice, that's who.

You should just hang yourself and get it over and done with.

The school must be tired of replacing everything.

The sooner the better.

I would be tired of replacing it too.

Jump off.

Especially if it wasn't me who caused the damage.

No one wants you in this world.

If I had friends then I wouldn't let them even think about causing damage such as this..

Pathetic loser.

If I had friends, everything would be OK

Nothings ok.

Anywa- 

DING DING DING

Oh well, that's the bell.

The enemy's rang the bell to tell the villagers that their village had successfully been taken over, they're now a slave until they take pay their time.

I entered the classroom, first there.

No one wants you there.

I'm always the first one here, not even the teacher gets here before me

No one wants to sit by you.

I slid my bag off and placed it under my desk, unzipping it and taking my English study book out.

They're still forced to though.

I took my headphones off and shoved them in my bag aswell, keeping my phone in my pocket but making sure it was on mute.

No one would text you, why even put your phone on mute?

I took out a pencil and a pen pit of my small stationery kit set.

You should stab the wound you cut last night and give yourself ink poisoning.

Suddenly my thoughts stopped as he walked in...

Mr perfect..

Ugh, I hate him so much..

But how I..

Nevermind, it's worthless to say.

His perfect face, ugh so annoying..

He looked at me and smiled and then sat down at the front.

Why would he smile?

No one has ever smiled at me...

Mr perfect is kind if weird..

Necermind..

How can he be weird..?

He's Mr Perfect...