Andy's Eye View (ON HOLD)

Andy's Eye View

Andy's Eye View

CapnPorridge

'*Eff*,' I thought as the bell rang for lunch. I did not want to go out there and get harassed again. The classrooms were my only safe haven at school; out in the halls, I was defenseless. The teachers made sure the class was always behaving, so there was no risk of running the chance of getting jumped in class. But all promises of safety flew out the window when the bell rang and our passing periods began. What made my fifth period worse was that the sophomores, for some reason, had B lunch with the eighth graders. That also meant that Jason had a better chance of getting to me without anyone but his buddies knowing.

It's not like the teachers really even cared if I were to get beat out of their sight or not, anyways. The only reason they ever defended me in classes was because they would be held liable if anything ever happened to me while they were present. It was part of their contract to make sure they ran a healthy and safe environment or else they'd get their sorry *butts* fired and handed to them. The whole school knew that all my teachers hated me for dressing like I did and not being their perfect, obedient little minion all the time. Even the principle grimaced at me when we so much as crossed paths. High school sucked. *Heck*, all school sucked. Why did I go through this, again?

I packed away my stuff and got out of my seat at a slow pace. There was no way in *heck* that I wanted to go out to the cafeteria with all my *butt*holes of classmates, but I also didn't want to stay in a classroom with one of my teachers. Granted, Ms. Brisco was one of the nicer teachers who was younger and understood most of what I was going through. She had actually held me back after class to talk to me a few times, saving me a spiteful mouthful from Jason and helping me through the rest of my day.

"Andrew," Ms. Brisco called to me as she saw that I was reluctantly pulling my feet across the floor. I looked up at her and saw the small smile that swept over her face. I had to admit, she was pretty, but nothing would ever come of that. "Would you like to hang back for a moment? I'll give you a few minutes to avoid the crowd."

"Thanks," I responded with a slight head nod. My vocal teacher knew how grateful I was to her, even if I didn't express it well with words.

I waited in the classroom for ten minutes, just avoiding the crowd and thinking. I seemed to be doing a lot more of that lately. Maybe it was the fact that while everybody else was applying to colleges and figuring out what they wanted to do with their lives, I had no idea. Granted, most of my peers were applying to artistic schools, but it was still something. I, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what I was going to do. I really had no desire to go to college; my main focus was music. Yeah, sometimes you had to go to college for that type of stuff, but I just wanted to perform. I didn't want to do all the technical stuff; I just wanted to write music and songs and put them out for the world to hear. I wanted a band, though, first.

Without so much as a second thought, I got up from my seat, said a goodbye to Ms. Brisco and left the room. I wasn't even wary of the things going on around me in the outdoor corridor, I just knew that it was quiet. My mind was stuck in thinking mode and all I could think about was the music thing.

Ever since I was young, and I'm talking three or four years old, I loved the theatrics and energy of performing. I looked up to bands like Kiss and Motley Crue and what I loved almost as much as their music was their image. I loved the dark, grunge look the types of bands my dad listened to had. That was what I wanted to do with my life, and I knew it since I was really young. I learned to play the guitar and I knew I had a pretty good singing voice. All that was left was the music. Apparently I was pretty good at that, too.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching me and then the weight of a hand on my chest. I was shoved into the row of ugly blue lockers beside me and my body made a loud clanging noise against the metal. The air was momentarily pushed from my body, causing me to make a grunting noise, and my limbs were thrown into shock for a second. I was glad that I had left my notebook in my bag or else it would be on the ground now and open for Jason to see. That was the last thing I needed on this already *effed* up day.