Stained Bloodline

chapter 2 the egg

Walking to school thinking to myself how my mom has sneered our family name. All of my teachers have met my mother and they don't suspect a thing.
It is amazing how much people were fooled by her I could just see the world's incompetence. She still disgusting to me if I Ever tried to rat her out she would rip out my throat said she would rip out my throat.

I get to my classroom and I sit in the back of the classroom where my spot is I sit down and start to zone out .my black hair falling in my face my blue eyes dropping cause if the lack of sleep. There was a sudden "wham" my head shot up in shock I look up to see the entire class laughing at me I growl to myself a bit and look back down.t the teacher just arrived and slammed the lesson plan on her desk that was usually watching boring high school documentary's.

They were total crap I never paid any attention to them it never caught my interest. Ignoring her whole morning speech I start to doodle on the paper worksheets. A kid goes up to me the person is pretty new this is my second year of high school and I have a reputation here. I look up the girl and I raise one brow. "Yes..... I said then looked at her. " I was wondering if I could borrow a pencil Mathew, " she asked kindly. Sorry, I only got one bitch that is what I wanted to say but the teacher was two desks away I did not want to risk it. "No sorry I only got one pencil, " I said trying to get her away .

"Thank you any way I'm sorry to bother you, Mathew, oh and I like your doodles, "she said with a smile and walks away. I go back to doodling then the bell rings I get up to grab my books. About that reputation, I'm known as a tough kid who can be nice and has no intention to be a bully I'll have people ask for tasks sometimes I usually say no. I go to my second block and sit down in class I have art second block on Mondays I pulled out my art project where we had to use water paint. Mine was a man born with crimson eyes and thought of as a monster.

It was a man sitting in the corner you could see the people's taunting screams with torches blood on his mouth from being stabbed. Somehow I've always been a great artist since. I've only grown up with abuse and disturbing things my art is on the dark side. But it works with my sorta Tim Burton and johnny vequez style of creepy creative style. I start to do my own thing and the teacher comes up to me and watches I look up,"yes.....? teach do you like what you see" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes really good Mathew you are ahead of everyone else to great work, " she says before walking off to the next student. My ears perk up when I hear two students talking about the white goat aka my mom." another body found this is the killers 80th kill on the past few months"one of the students say."I wonder who the white goat could be and I wonder why they are called the white goat ". A different student said. I walk over there "the reason is the killer would leave notes and it had signed the white goat probably because the goat is associated with Satan so maybe doing evil for justice"I huffed they look at me .

"Wow, maybe your right Mathew ". A student said I walk off to my desk and get back to work I got a voice message from my mom I walked out of the classroom room and out my voicemail password in. "Hey Mathew it's mom you forgot to bring your lunch want me to drop it off text me bye "the voice mail ends and I delete the voicemail I text her sure and go back into class I see someone stealing one of my pencils. I go into them tapping them in the shoulder they turn around on their heels and looked me in the eyes and put the pencil down and walked away. 'sigh' I sit down and start painting again. It is so relaxing. Each stroke I relax more and more I zone out everything but me and the painting.

I was finally fully relaxed then a kid sat down at my table playing death metal on full volume I glare at him he looks at me and looks back down I tap him on the shoulder . "Turn you piece of crap music down " my eye twitching as I scream at him . He roles his eyes and looks back down drawing stick figures I've seen more talent in a 1 year old
On meth, I scoffed at the thought smirking. He stands up grabbing me by the shirt "what's so funny punk he looks me in the eye I start to laugh. I spread out my arms ready for a punch.

Hit me all you want I don't care. He slowly lowers me to the ground I smirk.he goes for a punch I catch his punch in mid-air. I twist his arm and throw him to the ground. I put my foot on his chest to show I won everyone laughs. The teacher sent me to the office. I roll my eyes and grab my things and walk out everyone glaring at me I smile at them and walk out. I head towards the office I walk into the front desk guy Mr.seten. Hello, Mr. Satan I chirped and flutter my eyes. Mr ten glares at me and points to the principles office. He's ready to see you, Mr. David, he says with anger and grinding his teeth. I walk into the principle's room.
"Hello Mrs. Honda did I steer you off you seem to be in a bad mood maybe you need a break stop going into second gear". I say with bright eyes that narrow into a glare. "Hello mister David that's quite the introduction"
Mrs. Honda said. " thanks but let's get to the point what's my punishment". I look her right in the eyes "suspension Mr. David's we are having your mom come in".

I chuckle at the thought like I would be worried. "ok go ahead how long is my suspension do you need her number I have it memorized ". As I say that my mom walks into the office and talks to Mr. Seten.