Gang Leader's Son《zayn malik》

One

"Breaking news!" Said the news anchor on our local news channel.

"It has just been confirmed that New Mexico was indeed bombed late last night along with thirty-seven other states. Thousands are left without their families and homes and many are wondering who in their right mind would do such a thing. This is Holly Dague reporting for News 9. Back to you Will."

I stared at the television until I couldn't take anymore and turned it off, disgusted. When I turned around in my seat to face Mom she was cutting apple slices on the kitchen table.

"Can you believe this bullshit?" I asked, not expecting a legitimate answer.

"Watch it. You know the rules in this house; no swearing!" She scolded. "Yes, I'm aware of what's going on around here, but everything is going to be just fine. I promise."

She gave me one of her I'm-only-telling-you-this-to-make-you-feel-better smiles. Then she went back to cutting apple slices as if war wasn't happening outside our tiny apartment in New York. My mind wandered off into abyss like it usually did, and I sat until the clock caught my attention. Shit. It read 8:35.

I hopped off the seat and sprinted towards the door, grabbing my bag. Just as I was about to leave Mom called me back in.

"Oh, honey. After school can you go to Jimmy's and pic up eggs and milk?"

"Sure, Mom."

"One more thing!" She screamed. My head did a U-Turn back to the door.

"Can you also get those little stick, chocolate thi-"

"Kit-Kats?" I cut her off smiling.

"Yeah, those! Bye, hun. Love you."

I just waved and ran down the small corridor. I flew past the front desk, waving toward Mandy the receptionist. The bus had already left once I was outside, so I began to run down the street in the cool morning air. My white Converses definitely weren't running shoes. All around Manhattan, people looked so depressed and dismal. The bombings took an impact on everyone. Articles were everywhere, and on every TV there was news about a new bombing. Things were not going to be as ok as Mom said.

When I arrived at school it was 8:57. Great. Almost half an hour late. Plus, this period was with Mrs. Vickers. Ugh...

I successfully opened the door without making a peep. No one even looked up from their books. Mrs. Vickers was writing on the board, her back turned to me. My feet tip-toed past everyone. I put my stuff down on the desk and swiftly sat in my chair. I mentally praised myself until...

"Late again, Ms. Westfall?"

Now everyone looked up and turned their heads to me. Kill me now. Mrs. Vickers walked to my desk.

"What is this, the fifth time now?" She questioned even though she knew the answer. Bitch.

She waltzed back to her desk and picked up her famous orange stack of slips. She then began tearing a single slip off slowly. The rips were so loud and everyone was still staring. Finally, she tore the whole thing off and handed it to me. I grabbed it carefully and sunk down in my seat.

"Detention. After school." She gave me a smile then looked to the others. "Chop-chop, kids! Get to work."

School was complete shit after that. Well, until lunch. That's when my best friend Emily and I snuck out of school to hang out at the baseball field. I sat down on the dusty bleachers, counting the bases of the field over and over.

"So, what do think about what's been happening?" Emily asked me. I didn't know what she meant. Did she mean the fact that I've gotten more detentions than Rusty Clutter or the fact that the world was ending?