Death Warrant

Chapter 2

The feeling of having to look up from depths of mediocrity while the light shone on the exemplary talents of few selected kids, is annoying and depressing. However, after three years at Mapril high, I became resistant to this. Earlier depression and sad feelings later morphed into anger towards each one of them with time.

The thing was that, Jennifer's earlier comments was indeed true. And deep down inside I knew the fact and that sucked even more. But I can't do anything about that. It is like you are given a bitter medicine in the form of cake and you've got no choice than to eat it. That is what I feel like coming to this school. I can not tell my parents, I can not leave this school and I can not tolerate this shit either.

So yeah in short my life sucks.

I reached my class eleven minutes late and that reason was enough for my physics teacher, Mr. Johnson, to give me a good four and a half minutes lecture on the importance of time in one's life. Although the plus point of that was, I got to know that getting late also causes a lot of stress and can lead to depression and anxiety and it wasted few minutes of class. I was not able to give any valid reason for my late arrival therefore Mr. Johnson was bit agitated but he let me go nonetheless as it was the first day of school.

The rest of the first half then flied by and nothing interesting happened. When the bell for the break finally rang it gave much needed break to all the students including me. Everyone ran out of the classroom as if it was the place of the Satan.

Usually, I bring my lunch from home and eat it in the library lost in the world of fiction. But since nothing was going on according to my plan that day, I even forgot to brought my lunch. I decided to go to the cafeteria to get myself something to eat as I was starving.

Making my way to the cafeteria, I was lost in my own thoughts and was busy fixing the hem of my skirt which had risen somehow. I didn't realise where I was going and bumped into someone.

AGAIN.

GOD I REALLY NEED TO STOP BUMPING ONTO PEOPLE!

What the hell?!?

Once again I made a grand landing on my not so grand butt and now it was throbbing.

Great.

Okay. So maybe I was not looking where I was going, but had all the other people here became blind? Can't they see that other person is lost in their thoughts so one should just give them way.

Stupid people.

I was ready to give the person a peace of mind and looked up with rage. However,when I did so I nearly died. There standing in front of me was none other then Mr. Pissy himself.

'Shit! this will be the second time in a day I hindered Mr. Pissy walk.' I panicked thinking about it.

Shoot.

He was looking angry, scratch that he was looking very angry as in really very angry. In fact he looked all set to kill the person in front of him, and in that case that person would be me.

He was holding a black plastic bag containing something muddy, and due to our collision the mud from the bag spread all over Chris's white shirt making it dirty. I moved my eyes from his shirt to his face and saw his eyes changing color.

What the hell?

I could have sworn to see his eyeballs turning ruby red from blue. It was for the fraction of second but I think that I really did saw the colour change.

Am I getting delusional? I thought.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as if counting to ten to calm himself down. Which I could tell was definitely not helping him at all, as his face still showed all the anger with the veins on his neck and forehead looked ready to pop.