Maybe Love

Ch 1 GALAXIES

Maybe Love~Chapter 1~ GALAXIES

I am different. The world is stupid. Humans think they are invincible, and have a big part in the universe, but think about this:

We are humans. There are 7 billion of us and you only remember around 60 people out of those 7 billion. You may meet more, but 60 make the impact.

Think about car trips just to another country- it takes hours (depending on where you live) the world seems so big, that even on the other side of the world is a day difference.

We have a moon, and it takes a couple of days to get to it even in the fastest of vehicles.

Then outside of the world is the solar system. 8 planets, four of which are bigger than earth. Then there is our Sun. 1.3 million earths could fit in it.

Out side of our solar system is the Milky Way.

Next, there are millions of galaxies. Billions of other stars that close up are bigger than the sun, even bigger than our Milky Way. Some places so far away it is impossible to get to in a million years.

All these things happen in the world like deaths, war, inventions, but there are even more things going on in the galaxies. People think they are important. Even if you are as big as a Celebrity there are bigger things.

You aren't so important. So we need to hold onto what we have. Why don't you see people lay in the grass holding on to this spinning earth that could drop us at any moment? What if gravity stopped working?

We would all fall off the earth, and other Galaxies wouldn't even notice.

Think about the questions in the world... 'If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a noise?' WHO CARES?! IF A TREE FALLS IT LIKE IF WE STEP ON AN ANT! YOU NEVER KNOW ITS GONE!

In the galaxies they won't know that the stupid tree fell, they won't care! But these are the things people think are important. I'm not saying everyone should learn about space, just everyone needs to lower them selfs because humans are stupid egomaniac ants trying to be different.

They try to be different, but soon everyone is trying to be different. They turn into people they aren't, and everyone is the same different, because the different everyone wants is 'cool'. So they are all the same again, and try again, but it is a never ending cycle. So they try a new tactic. Now everyone different isn't 'cool' so a new stupid fad erupts, and humans look stupid again. We always look stupid.

Being different is stupid. Trying to fit in is stupid. Being the same is stupid. Being yourself is apparently different, so it is stupid.

When i was shoved against the locker, my skull hit the metal with a bang. His face was full of rage and I'm sure mine was also. I pushed him back with all of my strength and he fell back on the ground. Sounds from the crowd surrounding us erupted. I pounced on him, punching his face hard, busting his lip open like he had done to me moments before.

He cowered in pain. A security guard passed not caring about our fight.

Words were being chanted from everyone, edging me on to punch the guy more. I needed to stop though. I needed to control myself, because if I didn't stop then I would have never stopped. I backed away as he lay there holding his face. (He might have an concussion, and is probably seeing stars)

I wouldn't get in trouble, no one ever does. The principals and teachers don't care. All they know is that they have to work at this 'troubled kid' school and that us 'troubled kids' always do this. Literally we could get away with murder in this school. All of us called 'troubled' because we are different. All of us with our problems, kicked out of every other school, but problems never fixed. All of us do this. We just get into fights to work out anger, but no one does anything. No one helps, but I can't stop fighting. It is too hard to control my anger against people.

The teachers know I am one of the most 'troubled' in the school, and don't really care about me. Little things like accidentally tripping me, or taking my things gets me angry. I won't deny; I have anger issues.

This guy didn't do something small, he challenged me, trying to impress a girl. I wouldn't take his try's to pick a fight. Most people are to scared to talk to me or about me at all at this school.

I got off the kid and through the ocean of people. My jaw was obviously clenched and my hands balled up. A path was automatically made through the crowd. They were all scared.

I walked into my empty dorm room. Everyone was too scared to live with me, so I had my own dark room. It had a unoccupied bunk bed in the corner. Neither the top or bottom bunks had a mattress, just the frame.

There was a big window next them, and the light from out side illuminated the empty bed. A small refrigerator sat in the corner. A desk that has never been used next to that. On the other side of the room was my bed. It was just a twin size with white sheets. I had a black blanket sprawled out on the bed. I had clothes on the floor: Sweatpants, different colored t-shirts, boxers, sweatshirts, and hoddies.

Walking to the fridge I took out a beer. (Another thing the school doesn't do anything about.) I huffed and sat down on my bed. I took a swig and the alcohol slid down my throat. The phone that the school put in my room rang. I rolled my eyes. They always call after a fight but never enforce anything. I decide to see what my 'punishment' would be. I picked up the phone.

"Mr. Jesse Eli Harris?" A voice said. It didn't sound like the principal or a teacher.

"Yes?" I questioned. "I am the HeadOwner of Michigan Troubled Children schools." He spoke in a deep accent.

"Yea? What do you want?" I said. It might have sounded rude but I don't care.

"I don't know if you heard, but Your uncle Mathew, paying for your education, has died. You haven't improved at all so we can't help you pay for this school..."

"We understand that your family is poor so your uncle paid, so if you or your parents can't provide you need to leave. This is not a good thing though, Mr. Harris. Without graduating you can't get a job, and since the public schools don't let you in, you probably should pay up,"He said in his serious low voice, that is really annoying. I bunched my fists angry.

"Ok" I responded with no emotion. i pushed end call, and slammed the phone down. I was just kicked out of school... Again. My family won't help pay, so it was up to me. I would have been fine with not going to school when was kicked out before, but my rich uncle insisted. So I should just finish this last year of school, and hopefully get a job. Why couldn't I just be left alone? People are stupid anyway! I'm nothing. I'm small, so why do people keep making things about me so dramatic.

I want to drop out so bad and just live with no one around, because that starts drama, that is so stupid it doesn't matter, but people insist it needs to be there.

'Just leave me alone'