The Day We Lost (Discontinued)

Guidance

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Watch your mouth, Peters."

"Hell, it's after school hours, who gives a flying shit?"

"Not another swear out of you, or your gonna end up staying in here for lunch, again."

Richard Peters was a student at Pinewood High. He'd been constantly in the guidance office due to swearing, misdemeanors, and other stuff. It's a shock to nearly everyone how he hasn't gotten suspended yet.

"See this?" Richard opened up his empty hands.

"That's how many fucks I give."

Mr. Marshall sighed, "Richard, this is why you're in here. If you keep this up for your whole life you're going to end up nowhere."

Richard pressed, "You must know a whole lot about that, probably how you ended up here."

Mr. Marshall threw his arms up in the air.

He came back to his desk and took a breath, "Look kid, I-"

"The fuck you callin' kid?"

"I'm calling the seventeen year-old who's still a Freshman a kid, now anyways I-"

"Low blow, Marshmallow. Ms. Fatface can go suck a big one, that bitch fucking yells at me every god damn minute."

Mr. Marshall glanced at the clock and tapped his fingers on the desk.

"Her name is Ms. Fern, and she would not have been yelling at you if you had followed her actions and behaved nicely. She's actually a nice teacher once you get to know her, but you'd never really know that- would you?"

Richard glanced at the door, "Mr. Marshmallow has a crush now does he?"

"No thanks, I'm married. Anyways, you've been down here for the past three years in this same office, same chair, same time, maybe you're the one with the crush."

"Oh, daddy."

Mr. Marshall put his head in his hands, "I walked into that one, I know."

A few hours of banter passed, turned into friendly conversation.

Mr. Marshall started laughing.

"Funny one, aren't ya?"

"First time I've gotten you to laugh in three years, Marshie."

Mr. Marshall sighed, "You know what, you've been fine for the past few hours. Go to that football game out there, nobody will know."

Richard instantly got out of his chair and ran of the room. Mr. Marshall started laughing hysterically in his office, slightly crying. He grabbed his coat and keys, and left the room.

Little did Mr. Marshall know, was that Richard wasn't going to visit the football game.