Bus door creeks open. I get off and look at the building. Kinda creepy, dingy and once again a greenish white florescent Lightning everywhere . I walk in and everyone is in their group and looking at me oddly. There's only one girl in this whole school that looks kinda innocent. Her name is amber. She walks very confident and kinda has a resting bitch face. I walk down the hall with my earbuds in blaring music and my hood up. I don't want to talk to anyone and don't want to make friends. I suddenly run into this guy, I hope it's not a teacher... I look up and I am struck by this guys eyes. They're big and brownish green Guy: oh I'm sorry I was in a hurry.
Me: uh.. Um , no it's cool
Guy: I'm Ethan...what's your name?
Me: I'm Felix
He smirks at me, I look at his lips, never seen someone so beautiful. I wonder if he's gay...probably not
Ethan: oh, I see you have biology, geometry and English with me, this will be fun
Me: yea totally
The bell rings and I walk to my first class. Boring as always, I have history first period.. I hate it. Who wants to learn boring history at 7:16 am ...
Teacher: I'm mr. Mackie I am your teacher we are gonna be learning about how America was developed and we will be at the present day by the end of the year
I roll my eyes.. They always say that but we always get stuck on Industrialization...
Mr.mackie: you see these pictures? These are my family, they fought in every war from the first to the last my family is the definition of a true American . America went down hill when immagrants started taking all our jobs in telling you they should've closed up our boarders in 1900
I roll my eyes again . I'm getting pissed on the inside. That's great thank you for your service but haven't you ever heard of the song this land was made for you and me at all? I say all this stuff in my head but sit there in silence.
Student: I believe that America is a free country and a melting pot and that we're all foreigners and should give the land back to the native Americans
Fuck, thank you . You are my hero
Mr. Mackie : No! We made this country from scratch and it's OUR land. Great now everyone has a opinion now.
I think he might have PTSD or something... He needs to do a line of Xanax or something. I quietly giggle to myself
Mr. Mackie: excuse me! Are you laughing at me?
The whole class goes quiet
Me: yea, kinda.
I can already tell this teacher is a fucking douche.
Mr.mackie: get out!
I grab my book bag and throw it over my shoulder and happily walk out of the classroom and I walk down the hallway and go under the stairwell. And right when I walk to the stairwell there's a teacher and a student under there. The teacher fixes his belt . And she has a tiny Baggie in her hand. I stopped walking and just stood there and she walks out and smiles at me. It's that girl from before. The confident innocent one. Innocent , not so innocent ... Before the teacher sees me I hide behind a stack of chairs. He walks off , I don't wanna know what she did. The teacher was like in his late 30's not really cute at all. I walk the library and draw there until the bell rang for next hour.
YOU ARE READING
Merywether high school
Misterio / SuspensoThis is a story of a boy who moves to the suberbs after an incident in Chicago then moves a school in st.charles mo and there's something not right with the school. Mysteries and horror lingers in the hallways.
