Look

V

Still in class.

I should appreciate school, right?

Definitely not.

School is merely a distraction that we have to deal with until we're adults.

Maturity is so scare in this school, I could almost laugh at it.

Everyone just seems to want glory in this school, really at this point I just want gore.

I want violence, for half these kids to get ran over by a car.

Everyone says violence is never the answer, even though very country that exists seems to have war to solve all their problems.

I gritted my teeth as a girl sneered at me.

I finally snapped.

I flipped her off and gave her the meanest look I could muster.

She looked shocked, and with that I looked back down at my book.

My writings weren't too bad after all.

The bell rang.

I packed my things, and decided to call my parents, wanting to come home.

I sauntered into the office, the lady at the desk smiled at me.

"What do you need sweetie." her voice was kind and warm and caused me to feel relaxed momentarily.

"I-I don't feel good, I threw up." I said and picked up the phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." she said.

I called my brother, whom of which I live with.

I convinced him that I actually feel bad.

He let out an annoyed sigh, "I'll come get you." he said, in annoyance.

I knew he was in class but I really didn't care.

I sat around in the office, and my brother came in.

His hair was dark unlike mine, which was red.

He signed me out, and shot me, death stare number 4.

I climbed into his car and he shook his head.

"You have only one week of school left and you decide to come home, I see through the act, Hayden." he hissed.

"Shut up Levi." I answered and put my earbuds in, blocking him out. 

He shook is head and started driving.

My own brother only on some occasions looks at me.

He hasn't seen through the act.

I don't really want him to either.

Don't look at me.