Gek

Chapter 1: Why School?

I would like to ask.....why school? I seem to know plenty as it is. I can learn more on my own as I grow and as I please. However, here I am sitting in an algebra class that I 'must take to graduate and have a super successful life and have a nice wife and smart children and have them grow up to follow in my ever guiding footsteps' or however that meaningless phrase reads.

It's ridiculous. It all really truly is.

Yes, algebra can be difficult at times and other things can as well but if I pay attention close enough it really isn't, so why must I go to school?

It would help if people at this school weren't as rude as they are. They are always making fun of me and playing small pranks on me and it's tiring. It's absolutely childish.

"Gerald?"

I suddenly came back to reality. "Yes, sir?"

"I said solve the problem on the board if you would have been paying attention the first time you would know......"

"Yes, sir," I stood up from my desk and walked up to the board with caution. My teacher handed me the marker. I can feel everyone looking at me from behind. I can tell they feel no sympathy for me. They think this is hilarious, me about to be humiliated.

I wrote out an answer anyways even thought I knew I was far from correct. I stood back from the board so my teacher could see my work after I handed him the marker.

I stood there awkwardly until he finally spoke. "This is completely wrong Gerald....."

He started going into explanation on how to get the correct answer and I didn't bother listening. I couldn't stop thinking about how everyone is judging me right now.

Somewhere in the middle of his lecture/explanation the bell rang and it was time for lunch. I grabbed my bag and left as quickly as possibly and headed for the lunch room. When I got there it was busy as usually. It was packed.

I went ahead and walked back to the corner table where I sit with some people that I consider friends.

They eat and talk about how they have hated the day so far and I contribute very little to the conversation.

Then, the day continues...the exact same schedule as the day before and the day before that. Just different issues each day.

After school, I walk home.

I get there and I see my mom smoking a cigarette on the porch. I watched her inhale deeply and then exhale white smoke. I walked inside not saying anything to her.

I go down the hall to my room and go inside. It's perfectly neat how I left it, while the rest of the house is trash.

I fall back on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. I have homework but, I don't care. Not right now at least.

A tear runs down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away.

I don't need to be crying. Crying won't get me anywhere. I'll end up like my mom. Broken and addicted.

She smokes all the time. I hate it. It's disgusting.

I can't stop her though. Oh well.....I don't give a fuck anyways. If I get lung cancer maybe I'll die like everyone wants me to.

I lay there until my eyes start closing and I can't keep them open. And eventually I fall asleep and I enter into one of my occasional strange dreams that I love dearly.