He leaned on the old building's wall and sighed. He lifted up the whisky to his lips and down the rest of the drink. It was a hot day in California for the school year. Yet here he was. Dressed in warm clothes. Dark red sweatshirt, and dark blue bell-bottom pants, along with the black boots. He sighed. He really needs to stop skipping classes in school. In Tony's defense, he knew mostly of what was being told to the class by teachers. Teachers were strict these days. They could almost do anything to you in Tony's opinion.
He looked up at the sky, so perfectly blue. He liked this. He liked it when he could actually walk out of the loud classroom and out back here, where it was nice and quiet. Tony wasn't much of worrying about anything when it came down to it. At least, worry over anything he could help. He hated loud noises. It got his mind tumbling all over the place. He could hardly hear his thoughts in the classroom. Some days it wasn't so bad. Other days were hell.
Although every time he skipped, he always made sure his grades dropped no more then a C. He wasn't mostly into straight As. To him it was like saying that you have no other time to relax, take a breather, enjoy life, and instead always moving.
Tony didn't really like change that much. Didn't really like the whole perspective of keep moving. Yet he knew that Earth was moving. He wasn't mush into psychology either. To him it was you get what you get, so don't look further.
His mother was a different story. She questioned every thing that happened. Constantly asked. She was also like the words of wisdom. While she may be nagging almost eighty percent of the time, she gave him good lines to keep in his heart. Didn't mean he lived by it, but he agreed to it. Never agreed with the type of person he was though.
Never really had many friends either. Only friends he had was a band called The Beetles, an awesome disco ball, a dance floor, and the pleasant silence.
He looked at the bottle, which was now empty. 'What do I have to do to get a Jack Daniels around this town?' He thought, mad at himself for finishing the bottle so quickly and not savoring it well enough. He sighed. Might as well go back to the noisy classroom. He placed the now empty bottle down nicely, and started walking to class.
He was just reaching for the door, when a sharp pain right above his stomach. He fell to his knees, holding his stomach, and grunting. This was by far the worst yet. He's had pains like these before, each varying in time length, but this is the worst yet. Out of a zero out of ten scale, he'd say ten being the worst.
It was a few minutes before he could get back up again, even when he did get back up, he had pain, though it subsided. he took a breath and continued walking to class.
He was walking back into fifth period class when Mrs.Newt stopped him. "Are you feeling alright, Tony?"
Well, that was a weird question. "Not really. Why?"
"Your face looks like a pale, yellow color. I'd say a little yellow. You wanna go to the office and call Mom?"
'Do I really look that bad?' Then almost doubled in pain again as the pain came back hurting even more. He merely nodded and walked back out of the classroom, trying not to scream as the pain got intense.
He went straight to the phone, and worked the circular dial.
"What are you doing, child?" The woman asked.
Tony just lifted up a finger to her, indicating for her to hang on.
He then heard his mother pick up. "Is everything alright?"
He got the words out, but with force. "Mom...the pain has..come back. Worse now...and..my face looks darker..."
"Alright, we're taking you in. Hold on. I'll pick you up."
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