Crossing paths

Struggle

I woke up. I didn't really know if I even wanted to. What I'm about to go through wasn't good. At all.

However, I should get my shit together. I should at least accept it with a raised head. It's no big deal.

Showered, brushed my face and teeth. Dressed in my uniform and get going.

As I walked to school, my mind was blank. I had nothing to think about. I was so unfazed and unbothered, that I just walked those streets, not even caring I just crossed a red light, and was near to get hit by a car. The car beeped at me.

With that I snapped out of it all. I even did such a commotion on the streets. I can't believe myself sometimes.

I didn't even call my parents I went out. I've never looked worse. My eyes were puffy from crying all night. I had eye bags as well, because I didn't have a blink of sleep. My cheeks red, with a headache. I was barely able to have my eyes open. I sniffed every once and then, my nose runny.

I finally came. I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and stayed in front of the doors for a minute, before entering.

And just like that I entered, ready to face what's coming. I think the student council room was on the second floor and with that I headed for there. I climbed the stairs. Here I am.

My partner in crime was already there, sitting in front of the room. I took a seat across from him. We didn't say a word. I felt him stealing glances at times. I stayed there, looking in the distance, my eyes blank.

Until I caught him staring, and returned the gaze. I sat there, looking at him with all the despise I could muster, even though I was just tired of it all.

"It's all good." His voice cracked the silence.

I kept myself silent. I didn't put much thought into his words. I didn't know what he was he trying to say, what he meant. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care what's gonna happen from now on. I didn't care what those spoiled brats think of me anymore. It's all behind my back now.

He sighed loudly. "Look, I-" his sentence was cut short by the sound of clacking woman's shoes. I stood up, immediately, him following me.

It was a teacher I've never seen before around here. Her pitch black hair swaying to her sides. Her eyes big, lashes long, pink tinted lips, her figure fragile. She screamed strict and disciplined yet she was pretty and elegant. I feel like every female here is more of a model rather than a teacher. But there's nothing wrong with that.

As she came closer, the clacking of her Chanel heels getting closer as well, she said: "Good morning, please come in." and opened the door of the student council, for us.

Oh my god. What did I get myself into. I've never attended such a meeting in the teacher's council room. And it's all because of the punk standing right next to me. Ugh, if I'm getting expelled, I should at least beat him up. I would feel so much better no matter what happens here.

We just stood there, near the door, looking at the teachers seated on the big round table. There was the woman that came in with us, our homeroom teacher, of course. Mrs Campbell was there as well. I really hoped she wouldn't see me like this, as miserable as I was. The look of disappointment on her face, making me feel even more uneasy. It was so sad.

Some other teachers came in, too. Forming the student council.

Ugh, this is so frustrating. I hate being in such situations so much. I didn't deserve to be in such a situation, first of all. This is so unfair. It's all because of that-

I turned my head fast, to face him. He was already looking my way. My jaw flexed. I slowly turned my head back, gazing the teachers, once again. You'll see, shithead, once I'm out of here, you'll pay for everything you did-