The Trail To Happy

Chapter 3

School stinks. There, I said it. The deep yearning from your heart when you sit in math class and want to get out, look the teacher in the eyes, and scream..."WHY AM I WASTING MY LIFE HERE?!". School just stinks, especially mine.

I go to a 'school for gifted children', face it, it's a psych ward disguised as a school. The kids there are worse off than me and I don't understand why I'm there. We've had 3 bomb threats in the first semester, 50 fights in a month, handguns brought in daily, and one suicide attempt (this wasn't me, just to clarify).

So as Raechel drove me in I looked at her with big puppy dog eyes, which I'm very good at. She looked over at me and quickly looked back to the road. "Jasper," she said," you make me feel terrible driving you here. You look like I'm about to kill you so you're pleading for your life. Stop it!".

 *Glare*

"Stop it!!!"

I grabbed my iPod and put it in. It's a long drive to my school in the city. Passion Pit "Sleepyhead" was the first thing to come on, it reminded me of how tired I was and I quickly dozed off.

I dreamed.

I dreamed that I was not in this car, not in this body, not at the school and not in this state of mind. I was in an open auditorium with no one else there. Cups and streamers littered the floor, there was splatters of paint on the wall and glitter literaly covered the floor. It was the remnants of a concert. I walked over to the stage and went back, there were passed out people everywhere, all holding cans of paint and glowsticks. Obama was also passed out on the floor, which was ok, I hate Obama. I kept walking back stage and saw a man at a piano. He was playing, but nothing was emitting sound. I walked over and he turned, revealing a face I try to ignore everyday of my waking life.

Cedric Glascowitz. The most evil kid I know. He started half the fights that occured each year and has also had more community service time than everyone put together.

I slowly walked away and passed into another room. This one was a bright white, with light emitting from a sun that wasn't there. There, in the corner, was a broken guitar, warped, cracked, strings popped and the neck snapped off. I walked over to it to just touch it. It glowed brightly in a dull orange and I went to grasp it....

I startled myself awake, "Little Secrets" was playing on my iPod and we were almost to my school, Omnifelter School For Challenged Children. We're really not children now, so this title was stupid.

Raechel parked and looked at me, "Have a good day," she said.

"Yeah," I said back," remember what 'm wearing when you see me in the morgue." Raechel chuckled at me and tossled my hair. She didn't realize I was kidding, this place was a constant gauntlet. I quickly flattened my hair and got out of the car. Other kids were getting out of cars also. Some were having mental breakdowns while others were screaming at their parents. Others were like me and really had no reason going here but for some reason are here, probably some incident that freaked their fragile, rich parents. Like Morgan Jammison.

Me and Morgan were about as close as you can get without being brother and sister. We always waited for one another at the steps leading up to the school. She was waiting there, as usual, and waved to me as I started up the stairs to where she was standing. She came down and we met in the middle of the large staircase.

Morgan has brown hair and startling blue eyes that look like they've seen too much. She has a small lip ring and always wore a knit hat with pins in it, each day a different set. Today, the pins were pictures of her.

"Hey," she said casualy," what's new with you?"

"Well," I said," I had to go to therapy again and the place is under new managment by a man named Dr. Grimmsley."