Kaleidoscope Destination (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Brendon's POV

School today was, well, school. How can I describe school?

It was like any other school day, a spitting image of how I imagine hell would be like. Surrounded by fools, getting the occasional trip over in the hallways from wannabes who have nothing better to do with their lives, and my maths teacher, Mr. Francheski who somehow constantly turns square roots into oh such fascinating stories that took place "back in his day", as he manages to do every single lesson.

And he wonders why we fail all of our math tests.

And I know how jealous you probably are of my school, and you're thinking 'How can this get any better?' But oh wait folks, there's more.

The cafeteria food. It's like someone just went down to the sewers one day, saw an old pie or something getting devoured by maggots and just thought 'Hey, that is totally appropriate to feed the students at Halswell High'. I know its weird, but I'm kind of offended that they would even consider feeding us this.. this.. I don't even know what to call it, this.. muck, and then claiming that it's actual food. What do they think we are? Rats or something? And the fact that it costs money I think is outrageous, I mean, I may as well just eat the blue thing in the urinal.

I'm just grateful that my lunch is homemade. But I suppose the silver lining of school lunches is that nobody tries to steal it from you, because everybody is too disgusted by it. Apparently last year, there was a rat foot found within the gloopy substance, thus giving me the "sewer theory", And I refuse to ever deem it as "food", because that's too high in the ranks.

Isn't my school just glorious? No? Well, just be glad you're not the one suffering. This place is a torture chamber and its making me go out of my damn mind, it's seriously making me go mad.

I somehow managed to make it out alive from school today surprisingly, without any problems from Satan and his little friends, which I honestly am not sure is good or bad.

On one hand, I didn't die today which I suppose is good, but on the other, it means he's planning something, plotting revenge for getting stood up to, and that's quite worrying, he's obviously building up whatever he's planning.

And with him being such a daddy's boy, he would've told his dad, who would've given him advice and probably codes for nuclear weapons or something, as his father works for the president or the CIA, or at least, that's what everyone is told, but I'm pretty convinced he's a drug dealer or high profile thief or something because if he worked for the president, he most likely would have been taught to show the slightest bit of respect to people, but no, he doesn't. How typical, like father like son am I right?

I get off the school bus, relieved that Shaun had football practice after school, and Tammy-Lee had cheer leading practice, or I'd probably look like a prune right now, all purple, oozing with blood.

I mean sure, I hate Shaun Carter more then anything in this world, but even I'll admit that I'm jealous of his fighting skills. He doesn't fight like an amateur, he doesn't just ragingly punch you with all of his force until you bleed, he actually has control of his actions, and he moves quite swiftly, but he beats you just enough to make you suffer slowly, and for a long period of time, making you ache all over your body, rather then getting punched multiple times in one spot, and then feeling relieved when they stop. And that's what I'm afraid of. I'm not gonna feel any relief when he's done with me, I'll just feel pain, a slow, heavy, aching of never ending pain.