Life Is Like Molasses *On Hold*

Chapter 1

The bell sounds at the end of the final period, signalling the end of the day.

The ringing wakes me from my zoned out state, I stand up from my chair and throw my tatty backpack over my shoulder, and thats when realisation hits me. I am a failure, a complete and utter failure.

My anger takes over me when I barge down the halls smashing into people who protest against me with a middle finger or a word of curse, but I don't care. What's the point of school anyway? It's just a place you go to almost every single weekday for 12 years of your life where you sit and listen to boring teachers drone on and on about X=2×5 or how Christopher Columbus discovered this floating island we now call home.

I am done, simply done. The only subject I had managed to get by on was Life Orientation and now, I managed to fail that too. When I reach the parking lot I sit down under the ugly old oak with names of previous students carved into its trunk, it is truly a picture of grief. I drop my backpack onto the dry grass and sit down with a thump.

I manage to calm myself down by counting to ten, or was it a hundred? I don't really care at this point.

I fumble around in my bag looking for a smoke, anything to ease the pain. I manage to find my lighter but no sign of a cigarette. I hear a crunch from the yellowed grass being sat on behind me.

"You got a smoke?" I say with a rough tone and I turn to see a bewildered student looking at me with shocking blue eyes as if I had just murdered a man,

"Do you." "Have a." "Cigarette." I repeat slowly.
He mutters something sounding like gibberish under his breath.

"What did you say?" I snap getting frustrated,

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke." He repeated louder.

"Fine." I spit out in an irritated manner and I resume my seat on the opposite side of the tree, facing the parking lot. We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes until he clears his throat,

"Do you umm, sit here everyday?". I lean back against the tree and pick up a small twig, I fiddle with the stick while thinking about his question,

"No not often, I sit here when I'm frustrated and I need to think, although there usually isn't anyone here." I reply in a soft voice.

"Oh alright, I'm just going to do my trigonometry if that's okay with you?" He asks.

"Why are you asking me? "I say, laughing,

"We don't even know each other, do whatever you want, I don't give a damn." I reach into my backpack and take out my test, I read through it over and over again.

"What does this mean?" I shout as I turn around and thrust it at him. He picks it up, sees my name and looks at my mark.

"Brynne, that's a ... nice name." He stutters, he reads through the questions and asks me about my answers.

"So, your answers are very misleading, if they ask you why or to explain, you need to explain not just answer yes, no or I don't know." He tells me,

"It's asking  me what I want to be when I'm older, I said nothing, how is that wrong?" I ask,

"They are also asking you to explain why." He states plainly.

"What career do you plan on having, do you want to travel or work a desk job, maybe be an athlete if that's what you're into?" He asks me softly.

"I don't know okay!" I yell, "Stop asking me stuff about my life!" I turn around and stuff the paper into my bag.

"Who do you think you are anyway, this isn't twenty questions." I mutter under my breath.