Lives in Crime

Chapter Two: Kyle

I was sitting at my desk located in the very front of the room when I realized that a very important assignment from one of my teachers was due the next period. My science teacher, Mrs. Costa didn't accept late work and only gave us one night to finish each assignment. Of course it had to be done on the anniversary of my parents, the ones that passed away on that exact date a year back. The day was emotional for both my elder sister and me, so homework never crossed my mind.

When the bell finally rang, I really started panicking. How could I turn the damn thing in on time. As I entered the classroom, I glanced at Mrs. Costa, who seemed to notice my odd behavior as I scanned the classroom, so she gave me a funny look, but announced, "We are much further than any other science class in the school, at least in progress of learning all the concepts I am told to profess you on. For this accomplishment, all of you may have the full class period to socialize.

The class cheered and I let out a sigh of relief. At least I had extra time to work on the assignment. 

Steadily, I answered the questions. After about seven minutes of constant work, a shadow cast over my paper, and it definitely wasn't my silhouette. I looked up and saw this group of girls who were considered "popular" at my school and they were glaring at me. "Um, hi." I greeted, a little bit awkwardly.

"Dude. We're given a whole break to chat and you actually choose to study?" asked the notorious leader, Tori Green. She was a pretty girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes, and a white smile. It was a shame she had a bad reputation. "What a nerd." she commented.

I decided to ignore her and continue. Really, I didn't have time to deal with annoying people. Besides, it wasn't like I cared what she thought of me.

The gaggle of dumb girls left, but Savannah Frampton lingered beside me, kneeling on the chair next to mine. "Hey, I didn't exactly finish that assignment either. May I work with you? I'm stuck on the question that you're answering."

I nodded quickly. Ever since I first saw her enter my classroom in the beginning of that year, I had a big crush on Savannah. She wasn't like her friends, even though she was popular, she was so nice. Plus, she had sparkling greenish-hazel eyes, a straight nose, thick lips, and long, light brown hair. Yet, she was single. What's not to like?

For a few minutes, worktime was very awkward. I would answer the questions, and Savannah would even answer some questions as well. Once in a while, she would ask me something and I gave a quick reply, but other than that, we were pretty silent.

Finally, we finished the last sentence. Savannah stood and picked up her belongings. Gratefully, she said, "Thanks for your help." Then she walked over to Tori and her other friends.

I sighed and leaned back on my chair. In my most humble opinion, breaks were dumb. I had never been a very social person, and people tended to ignore me. Either that, or they would make fun of me. Really, I had no true friends whom I could rely on.

Ever since the death of my parents occured, my pessimistic personality just became worse. I found no purpose in life because we all would just die anyway, and I grew more and more antisocial. Back in grade school and middle school, I did have some friends, but when we reached freshman year, they found happier, optomistic, and better comrades. My guardians' sudden car crash just resulted in me being so depressed all of the time.

Just thinking about it made me want to cry, and I had to choke back tears. There was a big lump in my throat. I took reading material out of my backpack to send my thoughts elsewhere. THe bad thing was that I couldn't concentrate on my book because of the classroom's noise level. 

Nobody knew about my troubles but my older sister Alex. Practically everyone judged me for my taciturn manner and it did get irritating. I wouldn't mind it if there was one person picking on me and I had a couple of allies, but like I said, I could count on no one. 

Suddenly, I jolted, then my chair went backwards. My head got slammed, then I blacked out.