BenT, SDRAWKCAB, and Broken

Seperated and Summed Up

The three of us quietly ordered our food, trying to draw the least amount of attention, which seemed impossible. It felt like having a target glued to my forehead; or a sign that said 'please make fun of me!!' Floating above my head.
Joey payed for breakfast and we slipped out of the building. When we closed the door to the cafe I felt a sudden change in the atmosphere; it felt like I could speak again. Joey went to grab the car while Ash and I waited outside the building.
" That was so awful" Ash breathed out roughly.
"Wasn't it... I felt so singled out."
The short conversation was interrupted by the child and father exiting the café. They walked away calmly, but when I saw the father's hand gripped firmly around the small girl's wrist I knew something was off. As they stepped past the girl waved to us. She had the rosy cheeks and puffy eyes that signaled fallen tears. The father dragged the girl towards the street and sat her on the hood of a car. He held her steady by her knees and pointed a finger in her face. The father's hand would open and hit the girl's face when she would speak. Several minutes consisted of the yelling and beating. The man yelled his last words with force pointing behind him into the street. The girl who looked back at her father hopelessly devoted to the idea this has all fake, realized nothing was changing and ran away from everything into the alleyway.
Ash had sunken into the ground and was crying into their knees. I didn't need to know why, I cloud already tell. Joey drove up front and I helped Ash in. I looked into the mirror of the car warning him not to question and we drove back to campus with one the sound of tires on road.
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School had started as expected. Nothing stood out besides the fact that homework was a never ending cycle of procrastination and mediocre scores. One class house an interesting teacher. This teacher taught my math class and had a very different way of organizing things. The students arrived to an empty classroom on the first day with a simple projector that had an overhead view of the seating arrangement. This was the strange part. Everyone found their seats and I noticed an odd pattern: everyone looked alike, well not exactly. Everyone say with similar people. Dark skinned people sat here, nerds over in front, jocks took over the back, girls sat near girls and boys followed suit. Once everyone was in some ways sorted the teacher arrived and addressed every individual table. He acted oddly different as he bounced from table to table. He was serious to some but easygoing to others. Long winded to certain groups, while barely recognizing the quiet ones. When did this become normal? Why am I the only one that could see this, or that had a problem with it.
Weird.
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Yes, I know this chapter is short. I want it to be that way. Thank you :P.