It All Started With Some Spilt Milk

The Beginning of Something...?

All my life I've been a good child. I've gotten good grades, respected my teachers, did my daily chores at home, and was kind to others. You can imagine the awkward atmosphere I had to absorb while being at the Principal's office for the first time in my life. I could feel the aura that was seeping through the door of his office, it was way more intimidating than I thought it would be. I had a billion thoughts in my mind...

"What was my Mom gonna do?"

"How bad is Kanicki gonna kill me? Shit, will I even still be in band?"

"How are all my friends gonna feel? I really hope nobody changes their views on me."

Even with all this chaos going on in my head there was still one thing that was eating away at me. Scarlett Everwood's expression as she walked past me. I've only talked to this girl once and already, I have ruined her life completely. That's exactly how my luck works in this world. A pretty girl actually talks to me, then almost instantly I ruin any sort personal relationship that could've developed between us. It has become the norm in my life forever. My experience with females has always been a train wreck. I've been cheated on, walked over, broken, and left behind to die consistently all my life; having to watch as all my other friends live their perfect lives with their significant others without a care in the world. Its like life, for me, is destined to always give me the short end of the stick. In the end, this moment is only another trophy to place in my monumental cathedral of fuck ups.

To top off this climatic moment in my life, I had Harrison Upton sitting next to me. He sat there, poised and calm as if this was a daily stroll through the park. I always wondered how this kid still played football despite his horrible behavior record at this school. Just another example of how desperate coaches can be when it comes to winning games. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely despise this kid but, he's a beast on the field. If Harrison's personality was as good as the energy and talent he brings to our defense, we'd be best of pals. Sadly, his talent is accompanied by the horrific stature he's developed over the years. I couldn't help but look at him with so much rage. I hate him. He has it all, the popularity, the girls, the talent, the respect throughout the school, but he just waste it. He isn't humble, he isn't kind, he only thinks for himself. He doesn't understand that what he has is picture perfect for every highschool student. That's was we dream of. Yet, this idiot takes it all for granted and sits on his high ass throne while people like me have to play his stupid games.

Finally the door opens as our principal steps out. He's overall demeanor is intensely overbearing as you feel like you've shrunken half your size. Even a "veteran" like Harrison still cowards and corrects himself in front of him. I don't blame him though, he had the height of a mountain; easily clocking in at six feet. His eyes we're like heat seeking missiles that constantly were forcing you to submit into engaging eye contact with him. His facial structure was as straight and strong as his overall personality. Even his hair, slicked back, gave off the sensation of dominance. This man, or should I say beast, was the thing of nightmares. I was the first to be spoken to, "Alexander, I'm sadly surprised to see one of this school's most honorable student outside my office." His voice hit me like an atom bomb and cut deeper than a diamond. His comment wasn't even that bad, in fact it was almost complimentary, but the fact that it left his mouth made it hurt more than it should. I chose my next words carefully, "I'm surprised as well Mr. Silverson. I promise sir that this is an anomaly that will never arise again." He didn't respond, almost as if letting his beaming eyes reply to my statement. He turned over to Harrison, whose usual posture was confident and snobby, nearly instantly submitted into a more respectful one. "As for you Mr. Upton, I'm not surprised. Coach Hall isn't here to pull you out of this one this time.  Depending on how severe this incident was will determine the amount of minutes you get on the field this Friday night against Mansfield." Harrison was in disbelief, "What?! That's not fair Mr. Silverson! The team nee-" Mr. Silverson, doing a simple turn of the head, augmented his glare as Harrison stopped talking, ultimately regretting even considering trying to stand up to him. "...yes Mr. Silverson," his voice clearly spoke in the tone of defeat. "Alexander, I would like to believe you didn't do much wrong in this incident, so you'll be the first to explain exactly what happened." He turned around, giving me permission to follow him into his chamber.