Euthanasia (Kellic)

6: The Punishment

If I Make A List Of People I Hate, I'll Sure To Make You Number One

Let's start with a happy subject, shall we? Let's start on the subject of the things I hate the most. Vic Fuentes would make a clear number one, but spot number two has intense rivalry between me and my sports teacher. I take the narcissistic approach and went for my sports teacher, leaving spot number three for myself. I think number four would be maths and number five Maia Newton's latest thing (I think his name was Ray or something like that, but I doubt that he'd last a week and Maia herself had just enough trouble remembering what the fuck he was called as I did). Number six was school and number seven; number seven was detention. I did not like detention to put it lightly. The whole corrupted punishment made my insides churn and my lunch take a return trip back up my throat and all over a freshly cleaned carpet. Lovely.

Now let's take a look at my current situation: I'm stuck in the lovingly crafted hell that is detention, in school, with Ray (or wait was it Roy?) sat beside me and taking up two chairs in the process, doing a double sided A4 of sums I had little to no understanding of, but was just accepting the fact I was going to get every one of them incorrect, and whilst being supervised by Satan himself and all of his chins. So, as you can guess, I'm having a great time. I hoped I threw up all over his face; that'd wipe that stupid smirk right off and undoubtedly land me in detentions until I died, but overall seeing my own puke smother his greasy skin and slither down his retching throat would for the most part and in a horribly sadistic manner, be worth it.

A few minutes had passed in some weird state of half calm, half soul destroying silence, before my absolute best friend, Ray/Roy nudged me a little too harshly for it to be anything but on purpose and I considered turning to see if had any nasty remark he'd need to inform me of, or just simply just took pleasure in numbing my arm via persistent bruising. I went for the latter and ignored him, despite how persistently he kept nudging me over the past five minutes. It was far from pleasant and I considered smashing his skull in with my own fist, but I doubt that my aforementioned actions would go down too well, considering the dead corpse and bloody mess I would have just created for the cleaning ladies to deal with; I doubt any of the teachers even know what basic hygiene, never mind what crime scene clean-up is.

Eventually, I heard a hushed whisper, "Kevin!" It was nice to know the inability, or simply lack of effort to remember one another's names was mutual. It was good to finally have something in common with this dickhead. I almost laughed at Ray/Roy's lacklustre naming skills, before I realised that laughing was unacceptable for Mr Chins, because laughing was a positive emotion and we wouldn't ever want any positivity here in this goddamn shithole of a school, now would we? Of course not - silly fucking me.

I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him, "what?" I mouthed discreetly, taking great care to prevent getting myself into yet another half an hour of hell. He passed me a note, scribbled in barely readable script, with a faulty blue biro. I couldn't exactly commend him on the subtlety of the note passing, seeing as I was certain that at least ninety percent of the other students in the room saw him hand the folded slip of paper to me. Thank the lord that Mr Chins has the I.Q. of half a goldfish's skin cell.

Whos that dude staring at u hes creepy. is he ur boyfreind? do u wanna fuck him lol

As you could tell, I was sat next to a mini Einstein here. I refused to communicate with someone that couldn't even spell friend correctly. I before E, except after C, bitch. I doubted the bitch came along with that rhyme they practically brainwashed into the heads of seven year olds, but then again society was pretty messed up, so I couldn't exactly one hundred percent it.

Before, I scribbled a note back, I ignored the possibility of him pulling a rather unfunny prank on me, pushed all the potential humiliation aside and turned to look at 'that dude'. It really wasn't just a guy and I really wished I hadn't looked, I really wished I hadn't noticed, I really wished I hadn't been curious and I really fucking wished I'd just ignored him. But I didn't. I turned and looked.