An Angel's Tears

School

I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping; I looked at my clock; great, six o'clock, just what I need. What the hell were the birds doing up at six?

I reluctantly got up from my bed and headed towards the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror I looked just as bad as I felt, which was pretty damn horrible.

I did what I had to do to get ready for school, and then I grabbed my backpack that was weighed down by the large abundance of school supplies.

I headed down the stairs and into the kitchen and set my stuff down on an empty chair at the kitchen table. "Good morning," I said, but I realized that today most likely wasn't going to be a good day considering this morning's events.

My reasons for this being a bad morning are number one: I couldn't find my clothes I laid out on my dresser for today, and I bet my mom did something with them, while I wasn't paying attention. She most likely threw them in with the laundry, thinking they were dirty, along with the rest of my clothes on the floor.

"Good morning, sweetheart," my mom and dad said together, they are so alike that it makes them sound like one person.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm headed off to school...." I trailed off.

"But don't you want breakfast first?" My mother asked.

"No I'm good," and with that I picked up my book bag and headed toward the door. I barely heard my parents telling me to have a good day; I had other things on my mind. As, I stepped outside and walked to the car I prayed this year wouldn't be so hard. I knew it was pointless, but I had to try, even if luck wasn't on my side.

I really had to focus on the road as I drove myself to school, my thoughts were so distracting, after all I didn't want to get into a crash because of my stupid mistakes.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I prepared for the torment, being misunderstood, and mostly, the pain, both physical and mental. I already knew I was going to get beat up again this year, and I knew the beatings would get more frequent and more intense. What a wonderful day. Fuck my life.