Ohio state was losing to Michigan, something that I couldn't even imagine would happen. I was about ready to punch the tv screen when the final minute was counting down. but before I could catch the final score, I heard the bus pull up to my stop, once again, I've about missed it. I grappled on to a mix of random papers and torn folders and put on my shnazzy new blue and black basketball shoes. I don't even play basketball but I suppose they're cool. Before I walked out the door, I took a glimpse at a full length mirror that happened to be on the empty wall space next to the door. I was wearing my classic red tshirt and gray shorts and my hair inclined a perfect elevation. I ran out the door and on to the bus where I was met by a rambling bus driver and also my best friend Samuel.
Once I got at school, I could already feel the anxiety of high school. I was never quite a social one, but music got me through the lack of friends. Before entering into my homeroom, I made a quick stop to the band room to review a couple of pieces on my trumpet. The late bell rang by the time I was done with the last measure. I left my case out knowing that I would be back here in about 10 minutes. I found Mrs.Hodgets' classroom and took my seat across the room.
"Jackson." said Mrs.Hodgets aggravated.
"Yes." I replied with a flare of sass.
"You're late."
I nodded and hid my head hoping that this terribly awkward conversation would be over with. She seemed to have got the point and passed out the end of the quarter's report cards. All my grades were 95s and up which was no surprise to me. I actually did well at school and not really even tried. The bell rang for the classes to start ,so I made my way back to the band room. Samuel sits next to me as well as this stunning girl that I've liked for quite a while now. We went through a quick run through of our program which went by way too quickly because before I knew it, it was already time for gym. I never liked the changing rooms, it meant that there was a chance that someone may see my previous scars, so I normally scrunch in the corner. Sam seems to have changed before me. I caught him just in time to see him caressing the cheek of the 2nd chair trombone in band, Jenna. Why did I feel so bothered by this, so envious? I mean Sam did always appear somewhat "hot" to me, but I don't think I'm gay, no I'm not gay. I was too busy thinking to realize the basketball thrown at my head. I looked over and saw that it was thrown by one of the school's snobs, Ming Li. We've always had the same classes each year and he's always seemed to hate me. I was always beat up by him and my parent would blame me for getting in fights and bruise me even more.
"Staring at boys again mate!" what an obnoxious voice he had, it was always that sound you got when you didn't empty out your spit valve. He seemed to be bothered by the silence, so his gang took initiative. My shoulder felt as though it has been crushed into a million pieces as one of the bulkier guys clenched it in their large palms. My back was slammed against the nearest wall, and he stared throwing punches. I could see Sam out of the corner of my eye, we both looked at each other. He didn't seem to do anything about, he pretended as if he didn't know me and continued his conversation with Jenna. Ming punched me in the face this time and I blacked out rapidly. I couldn't see, hear, or feel, all I could do was be left alone with my thoughts. Sometimes quiet is violent.
