Classic 83

Prep School Blues.

Song: Logical Song, Supertramp

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Gregory's POV
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School sucks.

There's nothing more I can say. I'm not even going to a melodramatic bastard like I'm usually am, and I won't sugar coat it. It sucks.

I wasn't allowed to take some time off to repair from Evans' death since I've apparently used all of my 'off days' up. My mum agrees with me. It sucks. It isn't FAIR.

I'm left without my best friend, and I can't even get as little as a day off for him.

I'm standing in tech class right now, which I'm usually stoked for, but today is just shitty. My tech teacher, Mr Hutcherson (giggles), seems to notice that, too. He is walking over to me, after all.

"Hey, Greg, you look awfully sad. It isn't like you to be so down. You look like you've been crying. Are you okay?" He gives me a concerned look, leaning on the table I'm working at.

"No. I'm really not." I start to tear up at merely saying how I feel. I never cry. I feel so pathetic, San Bernardo. Is this how Evan felt? Cause if it is, I feel horrible for not comforting him more.

Mr Hutcherson sighs, as I see my classmates looking over from the side of my eyes like the nosy fuckers they are.

"What's wrong? You don't have to say if you don't want to, just know I'm listening." Mr Hutcherson smiles warmly, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Evan's dead."

Mr Hutcherson's eyes widen. He knows Evan since he's normally my partner in tech. "Jesus Ch- I mean, oh good god. Why was I never informed of this?? Come on, we'll talk about this outside." He nods for me to follow him as he leaves the workshop.

I follow after him, feeling everyone's eyes burn into my back. I hate this feeling. Normally, I love the attention because I'm a Prima Donna, but today it's awful.

Eventually, I'm out in the hallway with Mr Hutcherson. He gets 2 chairs and tells me to sit down in one. He's sitting opposite me.

"So.. Evan is dead..?" I nod. "How did that even happen..?"

I gulp, rubbing my eyes. I'm starting to cry. FUCK - "He uhm.. You.. You know those animatronics? Like, Freddy Fazbear and all that shebang?" Mr Hutcherson nods slowly, not liking where this was going.

"Well.. Some guy called 'Fredrick' shoved Evan's head and upper torso into the animatronic 'Fredbear' as a 'prank'.. The uh.. Animatronic slammed its mouth down, and the springlocks were triggered.. and he.. he -"

I'm immediately cut off by sudden sobbing. I'm confused for a second, wondering who's sobbing, until I realise I'M the one crying. I can't stop sobbing. Mr Hutcherson looks at me with wide eyes, understanding 100% why I was crying so much.

"Oh God Gregory, I'm so sorry for your loss. Did.. Did you see that happen?"

"Y-yeah -" My voice breaks. I'M SO EMBARRASSED WHY IS CRYING SO WEIRD EWW

Mr Hutcherson sighs, hugging me out of the blue. I hug back immediately, though.

He's kind of like a dad to me. Which is perfect because I don't have a dad, shocker !! I've legit called him dad like twice on accident, and he casually called me son back as a wee joke. Bro is cool !! I'm demanding to my mother to marry this man.

My thoughts are cut off by him speaking. "I'll call your mum and tell her to pick you up, alright? Who cares what the principal says? You need to go home in this state!" He has my mums number? Wow.