My life is a mess

Mr Todd

They call this place school, ha well I say it's just a giant toilet bowl full of shitty people. No one actually cares about you they just want to drown you in toilet paper, I mean seriously the amount of homework and assessments is astounding. It doesn't help anyone achieve there dreams and goals. I want to be a writer. But I don't see that happening anytime soon. I have no one in this place I can call a friend only my English teacher, MR Todd. He was my English teacher from grade seven to now. When lunch comes I sit in his class and we talk. He has high hopes for me.
"Good morning Jane".
"Morning Mr Todd"
"how is my favourite author this evening".
"I'm okay".
"What's got you down".
"The usual sir".
"Come, come sit child".
I hate these chairs, there stiff, cold, and small. After a while they make your ass go numb.
"I have an exercise for you, you interested".
"I guess".
"Good, now place your head on the table and close your eyes".
Here we go 'now I want you too imagine your on a tropical island'.. yeah I've heard it before just so you know that stupid thing don't work. But I'll do it anyway.
"Okay good, now imagine your sitting on a chair on a platform in a room, this room is quite but it's full of people. You reach over with your left hand and you grab an object of the table, do you know what that object is?"
A gun?
"No sir"
"It's a book, your book its blue and has a picture of you on it and your name is written in black. You open the book and read it to the audience. This book is what ever you imagine it to be.......Think about it for a minute what would the title be, what is it about?"
"Okay you done".
"Yeah"
"I now want you to open your eyes and write a mind map on the board, and write what I asked you about then use these pens to draw what the cover would look like".
"Very good, hope fully this will come true"
I highly doubt that, I have many thoughts and I'm okay with words but.....what I'm trying to say is this book that I imagined will never happen I might write it but the publishers won't publish it.
"Thanks sir, I have to go".
"My pleasure Jane, I'll see you next week enjoy your weekend".
"Okay, bye".
I hate maths like seriously I don't need to know this stuff it's irrelevant. I want to know how to pay bills and pay for a car, stuff like that not finding X.
"Get out the way jumbo Jane"
Fuck not these boys. Every afternoon at 2:35pm just as I'm walking to my locker these losers Max and Criss slam my body into the lockers. The call me jumbo Jane cause in primary school I put on some weight. But even when I lost the weight the name just stuck I guess. I don't say anything I just pick up my things and head to my locker.
When I get home I feel safe, but I'm always on edge. See my mum is dating this dick face. When I was fourteen he came into my room while I was sleeping and he well....he raped me, he told me if I told mum, this would become a routine. He's done it too me twice in the last two years.