Twisted Stars

Average Morning

Gunshots and police sirens were my wake up call each and every day. If that wasn't able to wake me up my dad yelling about the bills would. I got off of my rickety old bed and walked in a place that could be called a kitchen. But for me it was just a horrible smelling room where I got a piece of toast with butter on it. I grabbed my worn out bag and left to go to a place possibly worse than my house. That horrible place was the crumbling remains of what used to a very nice school. I remember what my dad had told me as a kid. About how nice the neighborhood was until the gangs started to make bases in here and how from there it had gone to hell.

I walked along the cracked up pavement thinking about what it would be like once I could leave this dump. When I live a normal life where my wake up call was an alarm clock and my breakfast would be scrambled eggs and bacon. My mouth watered just at the thought of bacon. A flashback of my mom giving me bacon for the first and only time. She had saved up money, but always used it on me. She never stopped working just because of how much she wanted me to a great person. Just thinking back on day like those made me want to curl up into a ball and cry. I remember the word I said at her grave, the word that drives me everyday. Revenge.

School may seem like hell to you but if you saw mine it would make your "Hell" look like a nice little beach in Florida. All the teachers did was sit around or abuse the students. As I walked up to the school I looked around to see what I usually see. A group of 7th graders smoking and arguing about who has the best pocketknife. I opened the rusty doors to the school and walked into the commons. Cigarettes butts and litter were all over the cracked floor panels of the commons.

People were in their own little groups talking about things going on in the neighborhood and gathering pieces of juicy gossip. I however didn't belong to any of these groups because all these people want to just get a job that pays enough money  to pay the bills of a some worn down scrapyard of a house. Unlike me who wanted to get out of this hellhole and have a life outside of this place. They always thought of me as the weird boy who sits in the back of the class reading. I don't usually care about how others see me, but I think that I'm a smart intelligent young man. But you know what that famous guy said. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.

The bell started ringing to indicate that you need to get to the classroom until someone threw a rock at it and broke it. I walked up to my class and took my seat. I noticed that our teacher was missing from her usual spot sitting in her chair taking a smoke like she usually was. As more students entered the classroom started to become hectic. I thought that this was going to become and battlefield of cussing and threats until a man wearing a navy blue shirt and long gray pants slammed open the door and yelled at us to shut up. He kicked away the chair at his desk and stared everyone down.

He grinned at us and pointed to me and told me to come to the front. He whispered into my ear to tell everyone my name. I looked around and said "I'm Justin". The teacher then pushed me to the ground and started kicking me in my ribs. After a solid two minutes of the class watching me get the absolute shit beaten out of me he picked me up and dropped me into the corner of the room. He turned to look at the class and said "I'm your new teacher and in my class if you try anything funny you'll end up like Justin there". Everyone turned and took a full moment to realized that it wasn't a cheap act and that I really did get the crap kicked out of me.

The teacher left the class with half of the class staring at him and half of the class staring at me. But their dim witted minds allowed them to get right back to fooling around. I slowly got up and limped my way back to my seat. I realized that this wasn't going to be a regular day. I heard a laugh and before I even started to turn around I had a fist in my face. My head throbbed with a great intensity before calming down. I turned to see Richard Maverick laughing at me with his posse. "What do you degenerates want?" I said as they stared me down. Richard had been in my classes since the 4th grade. He would have ditched his classes completely if it weren't for his parol officer. During the 5th grade Richard spent 3 months in juvie for underage drinking and indecent exposure.

While Richard and his posse were trying to figure out what degenerate meant I sat down and got my books out and continued to study. When I get out of this place i'll make sure Richard and his posse see that their lives are going nowhere.

Heyo! It's Red I Hope you like the first part in my new story. I will be continuing this and hopefully I can get inspiration to work on the two fantasy stories I have. Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote and drop a comment see ya!