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Chapter 5

Chester's pov.

    I still didn't want to go back to school today. I'm afraid to go back to school. I'm afraid of getting bullied by multiple people. I'm rarely in school because of that reason. I'm always dreading going back to the same hell hole each day. I thought that this school would be different from my last school, but it's not.
    For my whole school career, I've never had good attendence. I had horrible attendence. I've been bullied since preschool. The bullying has never stoped. It's just gotten worse throughout the years. Nobody has ever looked out for me. I was used to it. I was used to the by standers acting like they aren't doing anything wrong, but they were just as bad as the bullies.
    This morning, as usual, I was debating going back to school. I have missed enough classes already. I probably should go, but I'm afraid to back to the same shit. I decide to get ready anyways and convince myself that it is better if I go. I want to pass and be gone from everybody after this year. I want to have some kind of life after school that does not include working in a fast food resturant or as a waitress. I want to make some kind of living.
    I do my usual things in the morning. I bathe, get dressed, eat, brush my teeth, most thing a regular teenager would do in the morning. I walk out of the house and start going to the school. I could take the bus, but that would mean most likely having to deal with someone on the bus. Plus, I doubt I would able to find a seat on the bus.
    The weather was nice. It was at normal temperature. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It wasn't too hot or too cold. It was fine. It was a nice walk to school.
   When I got to school, I went to my locker to put away anything I don't need for the first few periods. Luckely, nobody bothered me while I was at my locker.
     When I entered the first period classroom, I went strait to the desk in the far right corner. It was the farthest desk form the board and the teachers desk. I had math first period. I always hated math in school. I found it difficult. Math has always been my worst subject. I have always been better in english and hostory than in math and science.
    After a minute or so, I saw mike enter the classroom. Once he saw me, he quickly sat at the desk next to me. A guy with a afro followed him. I guessing the guy with the afro is one of his friends.
    "Sup Chester. This is my friend Brad", Mike said, intoducing me to Brad.
    "Nice to meet you", I said to Brad.
    "You to", Brad responded while nodding his head. He extended his hand out toward me. I grabed it and shook it. It was nice to shake someones hand without them acting rude towards me.
   "So Chester, are you still eating lunch with us?", Mike asked.
   "If it's alright with you guys", I responded.
   "Of course it's alright. We wouldnt be asking you if we didn't want you to sit with us", Brad said.
  "I guess I'll sit with you guys during lunch then."
  The teacher came in a couple minutes later. This was one of the few classes I didn't miss yesterday. I still forgot his name. I never really paid attention when a teacher introduces themselves.
   The teacher looked like he was in his 30's. He had short brown hair that was slicked back. He had a suit on. Not a very fancy one. It was a average suit. He asked for homework to be passed up. Me being a complete dumbass, completely forgot all the homework that was assigned yesterday. After he collected all the papers, he flipped through all of the papers making sure that everyone did their homework. He eyed me suspicously and told me to stay after class.
   After the bell rang, I just stayed in my seat. I told me to come up to his desk. I grabbed my stuff and made it to his desk. He asked why I forgot my homework. I told him that I forgot the homework from yesterday. It was the normal student-teacher talk when a student doesn't do their homework. He gave me a detention and told me to serve it on Friday. I nodded my head and left the classroom.
   I continued my day by going to each class. All the classes went slowly. I just wanted to get out of here and be free from this shithole. Be away from every motherfucker who trys to fuck with me. I wouldnt be surpised if I snapped one day and beat the living shit out of them. I was tired of the constant bullying.
    When lunch rolled by, I tried to find Mike and his friends. I found them sitting in a table to the far left corner of the cafeteria from the entance. I casually walked over to their table. On my way to the table, I heard some kids yelling mean things to me. I just igored them. One kid got angry that I was ignoring him and got up and pushed me to the ground.
   "It's not nice to ignore someone when they are talking to you, fag," he snarled at me. I kept ignoring him. Soon, I felt a shove and fell flat on my face. I looked over my shoulder, seeing three guys twice my size. They started throwing punches and kicking me. I soon heard someone yell at them to stop. I didn't know it was. I was to dazed. I felt something hit my head as I blacked out.