TW: a story crawling with blood! Feel free to comment, as you follow along! 👍
School is dreadful. Class is worthless. My classmates are the most pathetic ones are out there. This is what runs through my mind every week. My situation normally goes like this:
"In order to arrive at that answer, you would add F to the difference of V and E..." Our homeroom teacher Mrs. Cronin explained.
I simply stared in utter confusion at the blackboard, not knowing how to note this. Pulling me from my trance, I feel a nudge on my arm.
"Take it. I've already memorized the material. And honestly, I think you need it not only more than me, but more than anyone here. If you can't rely on your athletic ability, you might as well start studying for real; Think about your futu--" I stopped her stream of words by clenching a fistful of her button cardigan, letting the textbook fall from her hand.
"You think the fact that you're an honor student is intimidating enough to make me from punching that cocky attitude out of you?!" I give him a menacing glare.
Mrs. Cronin, our homeroom teacher, ordered me to leave the classroom.
"I cannot have you disrupting the education of our number one ranked honor student!" She shouted.
Clicking my tongue in annoyance, I threw a threatening glance in Kyle's direction.
School is nothing but a prison made for the benefit of the government. They hold us in cells, not classrooms, teach us material so that we can be "successful" in the future. In reality, their only drilling into our brains what will "successfully" please the government. I could go on and on about the repulsive things they try to cover up.
Now, I was strolling down the streets of Tokyo, thinking about a trip to Akihabara. It was much later when I noticed some old buddies of mine racing down the streets. Nick and Charisma were in a biking gang when I had to quit baseball. I didn't quit baseball because I wanted to, believe me. Baseball is my life; at least it was. But, I won't get into details since it'll only waste more of the life I don't have.
The two of them were speeding away down the street hill. I decide that I have nothing better to do, so I change my direction to follow them.
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[ 3rd Person's POV ]
Nick, Charisma and the gang stopped their bike race for a quick break in a shadowy alley. The opaque fog was visible from their hot breath hitting the chilled air. The group looked up, sighing at the navy sky, stars missing from light pollution coming from the city.
"Ahh, that was exhilarating! But, all that wind breaking against my face and in my mouth has me so parched." Charisma pouted.
"Yo, one of you go fetch something from the vending machine around the corner." Nick ordered to the two other members.
Automatically, they struck their hands out for a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who had to get the drinks. This game continued for more than 20 rounds when Nick was agitated to the max.
"You two idiots! Just go together for Pete's sake!" He said, placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose.
"I call fruit soda and milk tea!" Charisma exclaimed.
"Coca-cola." Nick ordered.
Loud sighs were heard from the alleyway as they trudged around the block to the nearest vending machine.
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