•Carpe Diem• ((Bike))

¡Chapter One!

Mikes P.O.V

Life, so complicated. And people, I don't understand some of them, think they're better than everyone else; for example: Dan Walker. He loved himself and had a new girlfriend every day! But here I am, walking in the heavy rain to school. For some strange reason, I liked rain. I think symbolises me, nobody really likes it and it kinda has a sad vibe to it. 

I kick puddles as I walked as some sort of way to entertain me, to stop me from going even more insane. I reach school and go straight inside to my locker. I grab my books before leaning against the lockers, thinking...

When is a good day to die? Today? I need to pick the right day and the right time, no good doing it when i need a piss, that won't end well.

I chuckle to myself and, of course, I get dirty looks. When the bell rings, I head to my first class, taking a seat (on my own) at the back of the room. As the teacher rambles on about algebra, I doodle in my book...a few pictures of rain, sad faces and coffee. The lesson in interrupted by a knock on the door. 

A small boy walks in with her black hair and dark eyeliner. It's easy to see in his green eyes that he's broken, like me. But I can't be fixed, no one can fix the past. "Billie Joe, right?" The teacher asks, obviously annoyed about the lesson being disrupted. He gives a small nod and sits in the only spare seat...next to me. He must be the boy who is new in my class. Sure, he's been here a while, I've seen him around but I think he moved class because of bullying or something. 

He probably knew about me, the freak. Although I have no friends, I'll admit I do go to the extremes. I'm not afraid to be me, but I don't like many people. I'm a weird person and everyone knows that. 

I'm mentally dragged out of my thought when the teacher slams his hand on my desk, making both me and Billie Joe jump. "What is this?!" He asked through clentched teeth, pointing to my ddodles. Before I can answer I'm given a detention. Fucking great. Billie Joe looks at me nervously, he looks scared...probably thinks I'm one of those badass kids who smoke weed behind the bike sheds because I've got a detention. 

I knew nothing about Billie Joe, but I want to know more...