Snapped

"Mom, do I have to go to school?" I asked. Mom stopped what she was doing and turned around.

"Yes, Max, if you miss any more days we'll get in trouble. Why don't you want to go?" Mom asked.

"No reason," I said, but the real reason is I don't want to get bullied anymore. The bullying isn't the only reason I hate school though. Some of the teachers aren't the nicest there either.

"Then go outside and wait for the bus. If you're not sick, then you can't stay home." I grabbed my backpack and walked outside where the bus was waiting. I got on and was about to go to my seat in the back but Zander stopped me.

"Hey, Maxi-pad, pay to get your seat," Zander said and I rolled my eyes. Zander has been my main bully for awhile now. He has blue eyes, brown hair, and is always wearing a beanie. He thinks he's Mr. Popular when really, he's just a huge ass.

"Move, Zander," I said. He shook his head no and the bus started moving. I fell down and everyone on the bus started laughing. I felt my cheeks flush red with embarrassment. I got up and sat in the first seat. No point in trying to get my seat now. That'd just make things worse.

"That's what you get for now paying a dollar!" Jenny said. Jenny is Zander's girlfriend so she bullies me, too. She was a very sweet girl until Zander corrupted her. Jenny has long, curly, brown hair, bright green eyes, and wears bright red lipstick. I don't think I've ever seen her without her red lipstick on. Jenny was my friend for the first two weeks of ninth grade when she moved here. Sadly, I was out sick for a few days and when I got back she was hanging out with Zander. When I asked if she wanted to hang out after school, she just laughed and asked me who I thought I was talking to her, as if she was some queen. Well, she is the queen, the queen of bitches.

"Whatever," I mumbled and put my earbuds in. The bus ride wasn't long at all, only about ten minutes. Once we were at the school I put my jacket in my locker and took my books out. I got everything I needed and walked to my math class. I sat down at my desk in the back and took my earbuds out of my ears to put them away. The warning bell rang and everyone started to come into the class. Mr. Sykes greeted them with a smile or nod. I saw my old friend walk in and she glanced at me. Melany and I used to be the best of friends but she stopped talking to me when the bullying started. I guess she didn't want to be seen with a stupid loser. I know that's the reason actually. Every time I tried to talk to her if front of her new friends, she would get this look of embarrassment on her face. I'll admit, it hurt when she stopped talking to me. I'm over it though. It's not like I need her.

"Alright, everyone, get out a sheet of paper and pencil, we'll be taking notes," Mr. Sykes said. I took out my math notebook and set it on my desk. Mr. Sykes started to write down notes on the whiteboard and I copied what I could read down. He doesn't have the best handwriting. I would ask what it says but I don't like to talk in class. The last time I asked a question he said I shouldn't be asking such a stupid question. I looked around the room and saw half the class talking or playing on their phone instead of listening. Mr. Sykes started writing down examples for us to do so I tuned him out. I didn't know how to do this stuff and it's not like I needed to know it. I want to be a musician when I'm older. I've always had a passion for music. I taught myself how to play guitar, piano, trumpet, bass, and violin. I think I'm pretty talented for a sixteen year old.

I jumped in my seat when Mr. Sykes yelled, "Max, pay attention!"

"I wasn't even talking," I said, trying to stay calm.

"That's detention for talking back."

I gasped and said, "I wasn't even doing anything! Half of the class isn't paying attention and they're talking. Why not yell at them for once?"