The Grey in Between

Andrew

After taking care of the business the kid gave me, I decided to ride my board a bit. The air around me, of a nice end of summer night around me was calming. School didn't start until next week, so the campus was still half empty, since my mom opted for the earliest drop to get rid of me as fast as she could.

I didn't even know I was fucking coming here until the day before I left. I'm guessing cause they didn't want me to run. Fucktards.

Soon a bell rings, and from the view of all the boys filing into the main hall, I'm guessing it's chow time. I decide to stay out a bit longer, enjoying the last taste of freedom.

I enter the room about thirty minutes later, a light sweat on my upper lip. Skateboard still in hand, I walk up to the slop line. I feel all eyes on me. For a fucking re-form school it feels a lot like I'm the only one who needs to be "re-formed" around here. Everyone else here are exact replicas of what fake father always wanted.

I grab some mashed potatoes and meatloaf. Walking out of line, I scan the room for that boy from my room, but I don't see him, so with all eyes on me, judging, I walk down the way to go sit at the empty table in the corner.

I don't look down. I don't avoid eye contact. I fucking stare at them until they back down. The fucktards want to treat me like a delinquent, I'll fucking show them how bad I can be.