The Game Of Our Lives

School sucks

I grabbed my backpack out from my closet and slung it around my shoulder. I wiped away the trail of tears going down my face. Taking my sweet time to walk downstairs, my mom yelled up at me and told me to hurry up. Honestly, I would do absolutely anything to not have to go to school today, but I know nothing would change her mind... I ran out to the car and waited for my mom to come outside. I tried to avoid her as much as I possibly could. She came out to the car and slammed the door shut. "I thought I told you to quit doing that shit." I sat there in silence thinking to myself. I then looked up to see my mom parking the car. We were already at the school. "We will talk about this later," she said. I hopped out of the car and whispered to myself, "just another day of hell." I walked into the school and straight down E hall to find that my locker had been vandalized. The word faggot was written all the way down my locker in black permanent marker. Teacher after teacher passed by me and glared. They saw the writing but didn't do anything about it. My favorite teacher Ms. Brown walked towards me with a blank look on her face. She came up behind me and led me into her class room. I sat down at the table closest to her desk, as if she would protect me from all the bullies. This was everyone, including the teachers. I took one look at her and trails of tears started to fall down my cheeks. She knew everything that was going on in my life. She slid a chair next to me and wrapped her arm around me. “You know you can tell me anything correct?” she said. Trying to tell her what had happened this morning, the bell had ringed. It was time for first hour to start and kids were already starting to flood into the classroom. I wiped away my tears and stormed out of the classroom as I felt something wet on the back of my neck. I turned around and scanned everyone in the classroom. Come to find out my step brother Andrew had been the one shooting spit balls at me.