Garret walked down the hallway to Room 135 - 9th period English. Mr. McSparren told everyone to take their seats, and so he did. "Alright, today's Journal topic is on the SmartBoard, be sure to write for the whole five minutes," Mr. McSparren started into another lecture of how time to write is a gift. I wonder if everybody else hates this class, Garret asked himself. He then glanced at the clock and saw it was 3:14 - two minutes until the end of the day. Did it all go by that fast? He questioned himself.
Garret just sighed and the bell rung. Kids were running out of class, talking, chatting, either with the teacher or with friends. Garret walked to his locker and opened the rattling, rusted door. He was the only one who did not get a new locker this year. "Haha! I know, right?" Taylor Anderson laughed as she walked towards Garret. The only thing that kept him from leaving school. Her. "Hey Taylor." Garret said, kissing her on the cheek. "Hey babe. You know, I was thinking about everything that happened today and I decided I needed to do something." Taylor stomped on his foot. "Gah!" Garret let out a shout, and Taylor smirked. "Jacob's so much better than you. Hahaha!" Taylor giggled, walking over to the moronic jock who assumed the name of Jacob. Jacob. The name itself gives Garret fury; seeing that stupid, messed up brown hair with a spike in the back. He thinks he can just take her from me?! Garret just asked. "She's my girlfriend.." He mumbled. "Not anymore, dork. Get a life! Actually..."
"Get a girlfriend."
That set Garret off. He tackled Jacob, sending the rotund boy down to the ground. Jacob just laughed, and picked Garret up by the front of his shirt. The last thing Garret saw before the darkness was a fist approaching his face.
