SIBLINGS

[9]

Indigo Chávez

We had English finals in the morning, so I convinced Mother to let me go. I didn't want to do them, but I don't want to go home either.

I'm pretty sure Pete has a time slot, Zach, Kiki, maybe Tami-Lynn, but I hope not. I just feel bad for her. The rest are probably ones I know but forgot the names of, or they give me their names, and I just forget.

That's just the same thing, isn't it?

I can't think. I should be used to this, but I'm really not. I still freak out because it's gross. I hate faggots. The women aren't usually bad, just desperate or a self proclaimed "cougar". I just don't understand how any guy can actually enjoy getting fucked in the ass. It doesn't feel like sunshine and rainbows, it hurts, a lot. Fuck, I don't know.

I also don't know how to do this test.

I'm just copying off of Pablo, or Peter, or Martin, or whatever his name is, and this girl next to me who I'm not even going to try and guess her name.

I'm stupid, yes, but I have friends who aren't. And one of them, don't remember who, told me I should only put the answers that they share. The ones they don't, I just put her answer and then his, hers, his, keep that going. Good thing it's multiple choice.

I notice a fancy watch on Mrs Mcgrath's desk. I'm about to swipe it but I remember her telling me that she thinks I can actually do something with my life. Weird, I feel slightly bad. She has been pretty great to me... She'll stop believing in me eventually, and I might as well get it over with. Who says I'll get caught anyway?

I quickly snatch it and shove it in my pocket.

Fuck, I got to piss. I got a fucking cosmic brownie too, I'll eat it while I'm in there.

"Hey, Mrs. McGrath! Can I-" I start before she cuts me off.

"Chávez. I know you did not just blurt my my classroom especially while we are doing a test!" She sets some papers down and then takes her glasses off. I roll my eyes.

"Sorry, ma'am. If I raise my fucking hand can I talk?" The words weren't super nasty but the way I said it was.

"Language, please."

I raise my hand.

"Oh, just spit it out already! I'm ready to get my switch out!" Damn it, that thing hurts.

"Can I go take a piss?"

"No!"

"What's your fucking problem?! I just want to take a piss! What's your deal? Want me to go leak in the corner?!"

"Not doing this! We both know what you do in the bathroom... I don't condone it-"

She's making it sound like I jerk off in there or something.

"What is that? Is that my watch,"

It fell out of my pocket...

"I do not tolerate the cursing, the attitude, and the back talk, but what I truly despise is the fact that you stole from me! Please, stick your hand out on your desk, don't make me force you."

Fuck. I just wanted the money. I feel kind of guilty, too.

I keep my hand where it is. She grips my arm and forces it down on the table. She asks someone to hand her her switch. It's just a fancy stick that hurts like hell. She makes 3 little taps on my fingers, which are still broken. The taps don't hurt. Then she swats my fucking hand 5 times in a row. I try to rip my hand away but give up after she swats my hand another 3 times.