Haven ;

Ch~1 ; Pain

1992

I shoved my black MP3 player headphones in my ears as I walked down to the bus stop, hearing police sirens and looking around at all the broke down and abandoned homes. This town was a complete dump, and I hated living here, but it's all my mother could afford at the time. And with the job she had this was the best place to be. It was all we had and it worked in its own twisted way for our family's advantage. I'd be going to a school full of people who really didn't have enough money, even though Westover High still had its rich kids.

"Oh look why isn't it the little Australian faggot?!" I heard one of the typical douchebags at my school exclaim as I approached the bus stop. Taking my left headphone out I thought of a enthusiastic yet sarcastic and smart way of responding.

"Nice to see you too, Chad." I smiled the smile you give your creepy uncle who is obviously flirting with you and stuffed my right headphone back in my right ear blaring some Nirvana.

"What'd you say to me punk?" Chad said angrily puffing his chest up and stomping over to me, looking completely idiotic and like an angry chimpanzee in a varsity jacket.

"I said it's nice to see you now calm down gorilla boy." I said stepping back trying not to smell his disgusting scent that reeked of weed. This dude smoked more than a chimney.

Chad had no hesitation punching me right in the face after that. I fell down to the ground in under a second and held my nose which started to bleed it was a pretty good punch almost broke my nose. I heard laughter erupt from his groupies, asshole buddies, and of course the pretty girls who he probably banged all of at some point. American school so far was total shit and I hated mainly everyone besides a good few of my friends I had met. And by few I mean one.

"Pick your own fights weakling!" Chad said and spit on me, it hitting my cheek. Laughing as his buddies patted him on the back he smiled proudly as I got up holding my nose.

I laughed out of anger, and just stood up tall and wiped the blood flowing out of my nose on my brown jacket sleeve. It was disgusting how all his friends just made him feel like he did some righteous act of hurting someone when if it really came down to it, he wouldn't be walking away. He would be on that ground crying for his mommy and I wouldn't feel sorry. And I defiantly wouldn't regret it.

"He's such a pussy bro." Derek ,his best friend, laughed and high fived Chad while smiling at him admiring him like some god. It made me sick and I just wanted to vomit at the sight. Bromance was obviously a very real and disgusting thing.

When the bus finally arrived everyone stockpiled on, and I held my nose as I got on last. The middle aged bus driver gave me a sympathetic look as she shut the doors and I sat down in one of the first brown leather seats. My nose hadn't stopped bleeding and I of course only could hold it. And I'm not gonna go to the nurse and have her ask why because I've used almost every excuse in the book to why I came there with a huge bruise, black eye, and bloody nose. I don't want her asking anymore questions so I'll just keep it to myself. I also really don't want the word to get to my mother that someone at this school has been hurting me since she has more than enough on her plate right now.

As the bus passed out of downtown it started moving uptown and I watched all the houses pass by looking out the clear yet dirty with fingerprints and whatever else on bus window beside me. Downtown was the most old and historic part of town and there was also the uptown which was new with modern suburbs and rich people slowly moving into this small town. You'd think the most prissy kids would live uptown but that wasn't the case and with my luck they had to live in my neighborhood. I swear I have the shittiest luck, and being on this bus with all the kids that hate me is also a huge reason why my luck obviously isn't the best in the world. Do I need to find a four leaf clover or something? Jeez.