This Is My Song

I'm fine, honestly

Connor Grayson, Monday morning

I HATE alarms. The loud buzzing noises interrupting beautiful dreams just so you can wake up to a cruel reality.

Struggling to find the button, I finally pressed snooze.

I must have slept for another half an hour because next thing I know my mum is next to my bed telling me to wake up.

"Honey you have 15 minutes to get ready. You better get up."

She walked out and closed my door. Leaving me with a stack of clothes and an unmade bed.

I didn't rush to school. I knew I was late.. they didn't really care if I was anyways.

But that's when I remembered I had Ms. Riley in the morning. So I started running with my nike bag swung around my shoulder hitting my side.

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"Connor buddy. How's Stacey? She's obsessed bro."

"I don't know who you're talking about. Just leave me alone Jake."

"You know Stacey McAllen, don't mess around. Apparently she was at your place last night."

"Jake piss off. I dunno what you're talking about. Go hang out with those losers and bug off."

"Okay, all right. This guy really needs a chill don't he?"

He needs to learn when to keep quiet.

"Actually. You know what? Yeah I was with Stacey last night. She said you're the suckiest boyfriend she's ever had. She said she was glad she broke up with you.. now she can be free from a dick like you."

He stood there staring at me real pissed. Honestly, i didnt give a cent.

"The hells your problem. Mate I didn't do jack crap to no one. You and her can go stuff yourselves and make out in your room like you do with your mum every night."

I couldnt. I had enough of him. I was getting so sick of listening to his voice that i slammed my locker door and stood a few centimetres away from his face.

"Leave Stacey alone. You're a jerk. The only reason you have people following you is because they want to help you because that's exactly what you need, help. Leave me alone and walk away with your stupid possy."

I could feel his breathing getting faster by the second. His face going red.

"You talk to me like that again and you'll get knocked out you hear me!?"

"What? By you? Please. My dead dog can beat you."

A milisecond later his fist was against my jaw sending intense pain through to my head.

I stared at him. Infuriated. That dick had no right to punch me.

I threw a punch at his stomach then one in the face. Not knowing where I hit him.

Before he could hit me back, Mr. Grain stepped in.

"What are you two doing? Break it up now!"

We stood there starting at eachother. Blood was rushing out his nose and he was holding his stomach.

"Principals office. Now!"

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