Stutter | A Jaspar Fanfic

27. Gulack's School for Troubled Kids

To say Caspar was angry is an understatement. On the way home, it finally sunk in that he was going to be leaving. Not only was he leaving Joe behind; but he was leaving all his friends, and he wasn't even go to be with his family. He's going to be in a completely different country; getting used to the way the speak, their food, the way they live. Caspar already had to go through this when he moved from South Africa, and he doesn't want to do it again. He felt like his chest was being wrapped up in a tight bind; squeezing his chest, trying to make it smaller and smaller until his spine finally collapsed. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, such as; how am I going to survive living in Ireland? Will I be able to keep in contact with my friends? Joe, fuck. What am I going to do about Joe? He needs me now, nononono.

His mother tried to ask if he wanted any food or not, but he refused everything. He had learned that the school Sham had put him in is called Gulack's School for Troubled Kids. (GSTK for short). He was leaving next Wednesday, which was only in six days, since it's Friday. Sham seems to have already gotten him ready for the departure, though, considering there was a new duffel bag shoved up onto a shelf in his closet. Caspar scoffed as he yanked a shirt off the hanger, cheeks going red in anger.

He just wanted everything to go away. He wanted to be all alone in his room; sleep for a while, relax. The crutches were such a hassle. If Caspar had been able to properly walk, he'd be pacing all over his room as he tried to figure out what the fuck he was going to do. He didn't know whether he wanted to cry, or to punch a wall. He didn't want to leave, he didn't need to. This was all Travis's fucking fault. If he decided to be a good person and not fuck everything up, everything would be different. Fuck.

Caspar went over to his bed and sat down, letting the crutches fall to the ground; metal hitting against metal, making a cling sound. He brought his hand behind his neck and pulled his shirt off swiftly, throwing it onto the floor; getting a full sniff of B.O. He smelt like shit at the moment, but his deodorant was all the way in his bathroom and he didn't feel like using his crutches while shirtless. He tried to ignore the nasty feeling and tugged another shirt on before grabbing out at his desk chair and rolling it over to him, moving from his bed so he could sit on it. Caspar let his leg levitate over the ground as he used his good leg to kick him over to the computer. The rolls on the underneath of his chair slid across the floor, some of the paint on his tile peeling off as he did so. He wasn't supposed to just drag his chair around like that, but he had more important things to worry about than some rugged lines on his floor.

The computer took about five minutes to boot up when Caspar pressed the on button, leaving him to lean back in his chair and pull his phone out of his pocket. He remembers when he was eleven and phones sometimes gained battery back if you left them off for a couple of hours. Caspar was hoping, as he tried to turn on his dead phone, that some miracle would happen and Apple phones would start doing that. It didn't, though. No matter how long Caspar held down on the power button, it wouldn't start up; no light to illuminate to pitch-black screen. He groaned and set it on his desk. His charger was in his dresser, which was all the way near his bed on the other side of the room. He wanted to charge it so he could text everyone and tell him he got out of the hospital; but he was too lazy for that. Right now he just wanted to look up that stupid Gulack school and see what kind of hell hole Sham enrolled him in.

After the computer was on fully, a slight hum drifting from his computer monitor and filling the room; he waited for the little blue circle to fade so he wouldn't freeze it from clicking on the Google icon too many times. Once it was gone, he went onto Google and accidentally went onto YouTube first before researching his school. Caspar just shrugged and put on some music before clicking on the next tab; some band called Fitz And The Tantrums coming from his speakers. It was a song called 'Out Of My League' and it just made Caspar smile slightly because the first thing that came to his mind was Joe.