Broken Stone

Giving up

Sorry guys I've been busy. I have finally gotten a job do it will take away my time as well as school so don't be so harsh. I have so much going on and I would like to thank you all for actually reading my book. Also I am thinking of writing another book aswell. I will comment the title if I do write it. Thanks guys you are the best.

Alica POV

Thank fuck that useless bell rang. I do not want to spend all my crappy time with asshole. I also do not want to get to know him or his family. What the fuck is this shit?

I don't even know why I'm still at school. I only use to do it because my parents said I had to but there not fucking here right now so why should I fucking care. Well I don't. I don't give a fuck about anything.

Walking to my next class futures. Yea I'm do not going to have one. It's in a fucking stupid computer lab. I do nothing anyway it's no use to me. I walked through the do and past one of the jocks who always yells in the persons face that walk through the door.

"Alica!!! Welcome to 'straya cunt!!!"
Yea you get use to it. Honestly I just can't give a fuck what they do.

"Never gets old!!!" I said while pushing him out of the way.

"Stone wait up!" That voice is starting to get familiar. Turning slowly around I faced him.

"What do you want Gunner?" I said annoyed that I couldn't get to sit at my desk and sleep.

"Can I sit next to you?" Did he just really ask me that?

"Whatever! I don't care." Then I jut turned my ass on him and walked to my seat. As I say down I got my bag ready as a pillow and payed me head down. Slowly trying to fall asleep I was then suddenly disrupted.

"Psst!!! Yo Stone. Wake up!!!" He whispered

"Fuck off asshole!!! I'm trying to sleep!!!" I exclaimed.

"Why are you trying to sleep?" Was he really that fucking concerned about me? What's with all the fucking talking to me? What makes him think I actually want to talk to him?

Ignoring him I got my book and a pen out of my bag and started drawing. Starting with a dead tree I began to draw intricate keys of a piano from the roots of the tree all the way to the branches.

"Whoa!!! That's really good!!! Do you do art?"

"No!" Was all I said.

"You should. You are very talented!"

"Whatever! I don't believe in wasting time on shit like this!" I started getting angry.

"You should try it sometime!"

"Do me the honour and stop fucking talking to me asshole!"

"Got it!" Then he turned around. It's like he couldn't sense me trying to say I don't want to fucking talk to you.
Turning to a new page I started writing in Russian. I write in Russian because no one likes Russia and they say learning it is a waste of time. I like it cause then no one can read what I write so try then don't feel guilty about what I say.
Slowly writing I put Я собираюсь убить себя

"Ne skazat', chto!" An all familiar voice said.  Whipping my head around I spoke back in Russian.

"Kak vy znayete, o chem ya govoryu?"

"Ya govoryu po-russki. Moy Papa I luchshiy drug ottuda!" I just have him a blank look like what the fuck. My jaw wide open. Brandon noticing reached over and lifted my jaw back up with a concerned face. "Pozhaluysta, ne ubit' sebya. Ya zdes', yesli vy khotite pogovorit. Ya vsegda budu zdes'."

I just continued to start at him with my jaw dropped. My own fucking language that no one else knew. Now that's all gone. Honestly I didn't hear a thing he said. Why the fuck does he know my Russin??? It was my fucking language.

"Alica and Brandon if you like talking so much in my class it may be terrific to share with everyone else." Aughhh jackass is back. I swear he doesn't know anything about space. That fucked up stank pig needs to step back. The gross fumes are radiating off him and i feel so fucking sick.

"Sir!" I said sarcastically back. "Why don't you try some deodorant next time and there's something called space. Learn the word.  I am not going to die over some stank pig. Now excuse me I'll be getting out of this fucked up class and going down to the principle. Das-vee dun-nee-ya!"

Grabbing my bag I flipped the class the finger. "See ya bitches I'm out of this fucked up joint!"

Walking to the office I walked up to the teacher staff only door. "Alica back are we. Michael is in there head on through love!" Got to love first name bases.

"Thanks Robin! See you in a bit!" Walking down the hall I went to the principles office. Knocking once only I walked in. "Hey again Michael. How has your day been?"

"Hello Alica have a seat. I've been busy. What did you do now? Mr Vaggelas class right?"

"Now what makes you think I did anything Michael? But you know me so well, yeah it's his class."

"Swearing again, you know if you weren't such a nice young girl you would be expelled after all this!"
Laughing out loud that I had tears in me eyes. After a bit he joined in too.

"Oh Michael your so funny. Expell me I really don't give a fuck!"

"I'll write you a note and head on back to Robin. Just the usual routine. I'll see you tomorrow!" He have me a pink! PINK!!!! Eww. He gave me the slip with his neat calligraphy written over it.

"Thanks Michael. See you tomorrow. Say hi to the wife and kids for me!" Waving goodbye to him, he raised his hand and slightly shook it goodbye too. Closing the door I retraced the hall that's set I'm my brain to permanent. Doing the daily routine only took about 6 minutes. As I walked out of the office the bell rang for lunch. YES!!!

"Stone!" Augh him again.

"Leave me alone!" I couldn't stand him anymore.

"Your coming Over to mine this afternoon for the assignment. Not a question it's a statement. I'll meet you at the end of the day. Bye!" And that was it. I didn't want to spend the afternoon with him. Like fuck I would. I would rather put up with my sister and her ewww heart break.

Doing the normal routine I walked to the stoners gate away from the cameras.
"Sup my bitches. I'm outta this joint. No puns guys. How stoned are we getting today?"

Tony some boy who does the drugs and shit walked over and have me a hug. Pushing him back I death glared him. Turning on my heel I flipped them the finger and walked off.

Walking to my next class slowly, I got out my book of suicide thoughts. Lifting the cover slowly I read from the day my parents died. The day that is etched in my brain. Every little detail. Feeling my eyes tear up I slapped the book shut.
Finally the bell rings!!!

If anyone would like to create a book cover for this feel free to. I'm open up to anything. I will also dedicate all covers made if not used for the front. Enjoy the rest off the book.

Also this book is hard to write for me because I don't actually swear and I wanted to have a free caring person in hear who just throws around words and doesn't give a poop about anything. Anyway thanks my peeps. Pls like and vote. See you next chapter.