Hey guys, just a small little exert from the first part of the story coming to mind. Thank you for checking this out and I'll try to post more.
Monday, the first day of the school week, the first of five days of survival. Where am I surviving? Duh, middle school, a physical and emotional battlefield. Everyday, there is something that never goes right. It can be from the grades, the friends, relationships, and, worst of all, the bullies. Being a small, nerdy, kid in a class of the 'popular group' isn't one my number one to-do list of my young life. Everyday is the compulsory suffering. What grade is this? Duh, it's grade 8.
My wrath starts every morning at 7:00 AM. Having to get up and having to put up with the family who is always complaining. Then, off to the long, boring, harsh bus rides all around town. Then, get to school, then your books, and get to class. That is where the real battle begins. Being stuck in between the 'popular' boys at the back, there is always a distraction.
"Hey, Alex, hey, yeah you four-eyes. Your mom sold me some of her crack yesterday." called Breydon, from behind me.
I just turned away, ugh I hate when people make fun of my dysfunctional family. It's the most offensive thing I've ever heard. But, again, I just take it and continue on through the class. But, I really didn't expect what was going to happen later on that day.
