The Offbeat Society

Brody Cadwell

It was one of those days, the ones were the sun shine as bright as I should because of the clouds. One of those days were I woke feeling completely ready for what the day would bring. I mean it's not everyday that you wake up to your deadbeat mother making you a bowl of cereal because that was all that we could afford. The sperm donor other know as my father who was having an affair with the board manager at his construction job. Me and my mother always having to move around either because of work or when dad wants to chase after his second women. A complete hell house with me somewhere off to the side.                                                                                                                                                     

Brody Cadwelll ; that boy who from class or that weird one in the back row but, who cares, if I just one didn't show , they'd just keep going, never stopping to  remember of feel remorse for me. Which brings me to this point in my life where I question waiting until that last cursed day when  I'm eighty- something years old.  I could go now standing on the roof of West Hill High.                                                   

I'll admit It's a nice view from here. The purplish- blue haze submitting to the bright yellows and oranges of the sunrise. Honestly, one of the best and last moments of my life.                                             

Standing form my seated positions on the school edge I positioned myself so that my bear feet  were half floating on the morning air.

Huh, this was easier than I thought  I muttered to myself closing my eyes.

I was finally -

"WAIT!!" 

"LEAVE . ME .  ALONE . "  I yelled punctuating each word. I wasn't going to let some wanna-be hero stop me form  doing what I wanted most. I was sick really, for some pretty girl whose never even approached  me, or some uneducated jock to finally stick up for a lost soul like me. What was with the world and it's selfish people.     

    "I can son, this is kind of my job" Great. This wasn't a fellow student it was a teacher. The few people in the world that I'm allowed to hate. There was only one way to do now.                                                           

 "Sorry man, but, I gotta do what I've gotta do" I took one of my legs and stepped onto the air.               

"Come on kid, don't you .... ahh .... don't you care about what your mother? What would she -"     

 "What  would she think, Sir " I tried to remain calm "She's a deadbeat mother, who can't even hold a job for more that a week because she loved the high she gets after a full bottle of cool rum, she's nothing  more than another near figure in my short life".  

 That shut him up. That's when I really started to appreciate silence.                                                          

"What about your friends?"

"What are friends, people who you can rely on, Nope, last time I checked I didn't have any of those" I chuckled. Did he really thing that I cared about what other people thought. This was my way of cooping with everything. My pathway to freedom.

"Brody, just get of the ledge, you don't wasn't this".

"REALLY!?!" I yelled losing my cool. "How do you, YOU, out of everyone in this sick world know what I want, your just  a low-paid teacher that every kid hates. Basically, me and you jump together and nobody would care!"

"BRODY! I know what this feels like, you don't think I stood on that ledge years ago because, If I remember correctly, I did"

"Sure, Mr. Hot- shot you know exactly what I'm feeling, that's not going to get me off this ledge" I muttered darkly.

"But, you have" he responded " you've been standing in front of me foe the past two minutes".

Taken back, I took a second to look around and sure enough, I was standing in front the man's wrinkled face.

Damn it.

"Ahh, Mr. Cadwell, I don't tolerate swearing but, now that we've got this under control I think it's time for us to have a little chat".

"Yeah right Mr-"

"Mr. Fawn but, you can call me Seth".

***

I should've gotten to the school earlier I mentally cursed myself as I started at the sheet of paper o;d man Seth had given to me.

"The OBS  seriously?" I glared at Seth making sure the old man understood my point on the matter "what is this, an a fault in our stars  therapy meeting? No way in -"

"Mr. Cadwell , we've discussed this no swearing"

"Whatever" I huffed sliding the stupid sheet of paper back across the table.

"Brody, this is no fault in our stars therapy session" Seth replied doing double fingers around my 'Fault in our stars" reference "It's a small group of students who meet up four days a week to try and better themselves".

 Scoffing, I grabbed my bag from the office. Only a teacher would try and put a lost soul in a room full of other sad excuses of life.

"MR. CADWELL!!" Mr.Fawn called causing me to speed up my pace towards the front doors of the school. I was not going to that group meeting.

"MR.CADWELL!!" I swear this man would be the flipping death of me. Stopping completely I turned  just as Mr. Fawn reached me " I wanted to tell you that this group, is non negotiable and since I'm not sure how your going to react to this change, we will meet personally every Sunday".

That's was the moment my life officially became hell.