Thank You For Being There For Me

Chapter 1

Hey everyone, so my theater class did this play called "Thank You For Flushing My Head In The Toilet", it's a dramedy about bullying and I really enjoyed doing it. And because of that, it inspired me to write this, which is basically a sequel to the play and what I want to happen in a story form instead of a play form. So without further or do, I hope you all enjoy :)

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Achilles:

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!...

Oh damn. The sound of my alarm clock just had to wake me up when I was in the middle of a very interesting dream. But I knew that I had to wake up because I needed to go to school, I didn't want to of course, but it's the law so I have no choice. I forced myself to get up as I reached over and turned my alarm clock off so I wouldn't have to hear that irritating sound over and over. Sigh. Another day at school again.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes as I got out of my bed and headed into the bathroom. The bright light struck my eyes as I got myself washed up, I didn't have to do much so it was quick and easy as I then went back into my room where I got dressed. During my Freshman year of High School, my style was like any other nerd, I even had to wear my dad's old suspenders to keep my pants up since I didn't own a belt and didn't bother to get one. But my style has changed over the years, it's my Senior Year now and my suspenders are now in the back of my closet. My style now is just simple, just a plain shirt and jeans, I even decided to let my hair stay natural instead of having to gel it because my mom thought it looked nice.

But she was wrong, I looked like a total geek, thanks a lot mom. But that doesn't matter anymore, since I'm 18 now, I'm practically an adult, well not fully but you know what I mean. At the age of 18, most people should feel free, but not for me, I didn't feel 18, I didn't feel free. I never felt free ever since elementary school, it wasn't because of my parents, it was because of school.

I've always hated school, and it wasn't because of the subjects, even though Math is the only subject I'm still struggling in, but that's not why I hate school. It's because of the people. Ever since I was in elementary school, I was always the kid getting picked on, so you can say that I was bullied. I was bullied because I was a geek, I was kinda overweight and wimpy so I was an easy target. But after I finished 8th grade, my mom and I moved here from San Diego California to Columbus Ohio, but nothing changed, I'm still getting bullied, ever since I started my Freshman year.

The main reason my mom and I moved was not only that she got a new job, but it was because she was trying to help me escape the bullying. But little did she know that this bullying is never going to stop for me. She doesn't know that I'm still getting picked on, I never tell her because I don't want her to worry, I mean I'm 18 now, I should be able to handle things on my own, at least I thought I could.

Everyday is the same for me, I go to school, get picked on, come home and stay in my room until the next day. Even though I'm used to this happening everyday, I really wished it would stop, I don't want this bullying to happening to me in college, and maybe after that. I wished I never had to go to school, so that way I wont have to face my real life horror movie.

Sigh. I guess I'll just have to go with it, like always.

So anyway, enough of this, I still needed to go to school. So after I got dressed, I made it downstairs where I saw my mom talking on her phone in the kitchen, ever since she got her new job, it's like her life was on the phone, she barely pays any attention to me now. But there are times where she tries to make time for me, and appreciate that. So today as she was talking on her phone, I grabbed a red apple from the fruit bowl as I grabbed my car keys from the key hanger.

"That's all you're having?" my mother suddenly asked with her phone away from her ear.

"Yeah" I said as I took a bite of the apple, I know it wasn't much but, I wasn't really that hungry.

"Alright" she sighed "Have a good day."

"Bye" I said with a fake smile as I headed out the door.

She always says that to me, and I pretend to be happy and smile along, but of course every day was never a good day. Well, except for one thing, my best friend Helen. She's been my friend since Freshman year, we bonded over the fact that we were both bullied and still are. She's a really great person, I really like her, she's the only reason I don't mind going to school, cause I see her everyday, even outside of school.

I couldn't wait to see her today, she makes me smile whenever I feel down. So I get into my car and start it up and turn on the radio as the song "Pumped up kicks" played by Foster the People. I bobbed my head and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat and I pull out of the driveway. Another day of hell for me, but at least I get to see Helen.

What do you guys think so far? More coming soon