Rebel

Hanging With Marcel

Chemistry. Is. So. Boring.




I wish I was not in this class.




And AP? What the hell was I thinking at the time?




I DON'T GET WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT, EVER!




I know it's been one class and I know I'm gonna flunk it.




I'm just glad I came on a Friday.




The rest of the day drags on.




I haven't been here two days and I already hate it here.




After school i decide to go see Mr. Benson to ask for him to explain the lecture thing all over again, but slower and using less, easier words.




When I finally reach his room I reach for the handle.




It doesn't budge.




I jiggle the handle again.




Still nothing.




"Shit," I mumble. I look in the glass and the room is dark. "Damn it!" I say under my breath.




I walk back up the four flights of stairs. I stop at the third and look out the window. It's pouring rain. Great. Just great.




I walk up the last steps and walk out off the building. The fountain is still running, which is weird. Won't lightning strike water? Oh well! I see someone sitting on the edge of the fountain. Their soaked. I walk closer to get a better look. As I got closer I recognized it as Marcel.




"Marcel?" I ask.




He looks over with a scared expression on his face.




"Marcel, it's just me."




His expression didn't change.




"Are you okay?"




He didn't answer.




"Marcel..." I tap his shoulder.




"Y-yes?"




"Why are you still here?"




"I. I umm... M-Missed my ride. And um... C-Can't go home right n-now..." He stutters.




"Well you can come over if you want."




"N-no. T-That's okay. I-I don't want to be a-a..."




"Come on!"




"Umm... W-well... I. I umm..."