Broken Angel

Chapter Five

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Hey guys, it's been a while, but it does take sometime to write a chapter and I'm unfortunately a perfectionist :).
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I walked out of the History classroom in a daze. I wasn't really thinking anything; I was just out of it. I was in my own world and also walking very slowly to the next class. I mean, I bet you could easily mistake me for a zombie that you'd see in Warm Bodies. The hallways were already empty, but I didn't rush; I didn't really notice. A loud bang from down around the corner of the hallway startled me. I looked in that direction and saw an apple rolling on the floor from where the sound came from.

"Come on, get up!" a male voice laughed. I slowly walked down the hall in no rush to see what was happening. He seemed to have heard me walking toward them, because he was completely gone when I arrived there; there was just a girl. I looked down at her from where she was sitting on the floor and walked away; why should I help her? Call me a jerk, I don't care. I heard her gasp behind me and get up herself. I don't know what got into me, but I felt a small pang of guilt in my chest and decided to turn around. "Hey," I called out and jogged toward her.

Why am I doing this, I don't do these kind of things?

"What?" the girl asked, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "Look, don't raise your voice at me," I said loudly before continuing. "Who was that guy?" I asked her. She scoffed. "You mean guys, there were two of them." she said in a cocky tone. "Whatever." I said. "Who were they?" I asked her. Her arms fell to her sides and she grew silent. "I can't say," she said quietly. I scoffed and crossed my arms. What a waste of my time! "So I came over here for nothing," I said under my breath. "Fine then, enjoy the beatings because I can't help you!" I yelled at her and walked away. Yes, I had major anger issues, as you could easily pick up, and I didn't like it when someone didn't answer me.

"Oh yeah, like you'd even know what it's like to be beaten up everyday, huh?" she yelled after me. I froze on the spot and fisted my hands. I quickly turned around and angrily walked toward her. She started backing away, but I cornered her. I pushed her against the lockers, which made her gasp. "I can be nice," I said in a dangerously low voice. "But don't test me." I warned her then walked away, my fists still clenched tightly.

I walked down the hallway toward Biology, Mr Riley's class. Great, I'll late again. I thought as I rounded the corner. I am so sick and tired of people who waste my time and waste their lives on unimportant things. My mother died when she had so much life left in her and all around me people are wasting their lives on foolish things, like creating sob stories or reading love stories. I mean, what's the point of them, they're just there to entertain bored people? People shouldn't be bored in their youth. My mother was never bored; she always had something to do. This was what I hated the most about everyone I knew, well except for Amanda - she's just like my mother.

I sighed in reluctance as I neared Mr Riley's door. I didn't knock, instead I just walked in. "You're late for the second time, Mr Henderson." Mr Riley scolded in front of the whole class. "Yeah, no need to point out the obvious." I said, cocking an eyebrow at him. "What your excuse for being late?" he asked, ignoring my words. I guess the world hated me, because the girl, whom I had just shoved against the lockers, walked into the class. "Ah, does it have anything to do with Ms Jacobs here?" he asked me, pointing to the girl next to me. I rolled my eyes. "Why do you always think I'm harrasing people?" I asked angrily. He shook his head. "I don't think, I know. It's for the simple reason that you are not a good person, boy, and it's your fault she's late." he said to me strictly like I was a toddler.

"Why am I always the one to blame?" I yelled at him. I knew that the question held a double meaning, but pushed away that thought. "Because you're you, Mr Henderson, you mess up everything you touch and you mess up everyone's lives! You're not going to amount to anything at this rate!" he screamed in my face. I froze along with the entire room. My breath caught in my throat and I had the sudden urge to kill him. I looked at the class and then back to Mr Riley and spoke in a threatening voice. "My name is Carson!" I growled. I felt the tears prickling at the bottom of my eyelids, but wouldn't dare let them fall. "Well, Carson, just because you're having troubles at home, doesn't mean you get to take it out on us teachers. So get your emotions under control, boy!" he yelled. I stumbled back a bit and back up into the cabinet. I felt faint, but refused to show it. The books fell from the cabinet and onto the floor.