My blood was boiling. What felt like white hot fury seeped through my veins as I continued down the narrow hallways of the isolated corridors. I need to get away. Somewhere, anywhere else.
Leaving the school would just mean running into more people, I just want some peace and quiet for a minute, that's all just a minute. That's all I ask. But my brain betrays me and the last few moments in the classroom play in my head again. The jeering and those smug words from that bitch!
My hands balled up into fists without even thinking, legs tensed they continued to stomp on the floor as I moved towards my destination. Wherever that was...
I just... Yeah, I need some air. That would do some good.
Instinctively, my body had already advanced in the direction of the stairwell. Storming up the stairs one at a time, my footsteps resounded through the building leaving a small echo. Anything immediately in my vision set me off.
The sterile unblemished walls practically begged me to imprint my mark on them. To punch or kick, any method to damage it and relieve these feelings. It isn't worth it... But, that doesn't mean it wouldn't feel so good.
It's just... Why today? Why the first day? Sure, I made a mistake but I tried to make it right.
Hell, it's not like I even did anything to her!
If anyone has a right to be annoyed it'd be him!
It just feels so... so unfair...
I wonder, does he feel the same as her?
Does he dislike even being in the same room as me?
Did everyone feel the same way?
I could feel their gazes on me as I left. Each and every pair of eyes was digging into me, tearing me apart leaving a hole where I once stood.
Is there just something wrong with me? Am I just inherently unlikable? Do I just attract hatred by existing?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I had never had a friend before. Or at least I never remembered any of them. When I was a child it was possible I had some good interactions but... eventually that dwindled.
Finally the door to the rooftop was before my eyes. Just give it a push, please be open!
I put some pressure on the handle, only to be swiftly disappointed.
Goddamnit.
Can a single thing go right today?!
My patience had already burst.
"Fucking! OPE-!"
Losing most of my reason I had kicked the door, not expecting anything to change. But for my anger to be quelled at least a little.
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Class C: Civil War
Action"Kukuku. As I thought, this school is more than it lets on." The magenta haired boy suddenly punched his desk to punctuate his sentence the addressed the rest of the class. "Listen, you bunch of small-fries. You'll all work for me and I will bring y...
