The face of a monster

The worst first chapter you will ever read

I feel a sent of sweat slowly approaching and I look up feeling disgust by the strength of it. I meet the carrier of the smell's eyes and immediately regret it. I knew it was him but still I hoped.

"¡Buenos días Black!" he starts speaking in Spanish and that's when I know I'm screwed. He's alegre, happy and when it comes to him that's always a bad thing.

"Buenos días Mr Gomez" I mumble just loud enough for him to here. I have no clue why he's saying hi but when he does you better answer or he's gonna be furioso. I understand if it's nearly impossible for you to understand right now why I'm randomly saying Spanish words but try to read them in an exaggerative Spanish teacher kind of way with some weird Italian hand movements and you'll understand just fine. Mr Gomez is pretty much your average strange teacher, he doesn't use deodorant or perfume, he's always in a bad mood and loves to test us students on stuff way to difficult, he always speaks Spanish even though no one understands and last but not least he hasn't been shopping since the end of the 80s. I have no clue how old Mr Gomez is but the wrinkles on his forehead and the grey hair tells me he's way too old to be cool.

I sigh, take out my books from my locker and then slam it shut like every other teen in our hallway. Everyone sighs loudly and pound their feet to the grey floor. I guess everyone's just pissed and who can blame them? The answer is simply no one because it's raining, it's Monday and Spanish class. Spanish class + Monday + raining = you're freaking aloud to be how pissed you'd like. If you couldn't tell, I've got an A in maths. Ha ha. No I'm actually not kidding. I think I'm the only guy who's got an A but you're not surprised are you? You shouldn't be.

When I enter the classroom I almost barf, I knew Mr Gomez would stink from sweat but what the actual *beep sound thing* has happened? It's like walking into a door of freaking sweat. God he needs deodorant! I cover my nose with my hand to see if it's easier to breath that way but unfortunately the air tastes sweat as well. I look around and see other students sitting behind their desks and they look completely normal, well, some of them can smell the sweat but most of the people seem to be handling it pretty well. That's when I remember, I gotta turn off my senses. I try to focus on something else, like the fact that the whole floor in the corridor is covered in mud and dirty water thanks to all students walking with their shoes on. Our school has some weird thing about us students not wearing shoes inside but I've never actually seen anyone walking in just they socks. And just like that the smell is less prominent and I can finally breath.

Mr Gomez stands in front of the white board and clears his throat.

"Today you'll be taking a quiz just so I can see what you need to learn. If you've been doing your work you should think this es facil" he smiles weirdly and I sigh again. Why does he always have to pretend that he's better at Spanish than English? When we first got Mr Gomez as a teacher he told everyone he were from Mexico and that he barely knew English but then my friend did some research, well he just checked Mr Gomez's Facebook account but whatever, and it turned out he'd changed his last name from Lawrence to Gomez only two years ago and he wasn't from Mexico at all but from the state New Mexico.

Mr Gomez hands out the quiz and it's so obvious how he looks a little extra at the people who he knows are gonna fail. Luckily he doesn't even glance at me. My friend Kyle, well actually he's my best friend and only friend but whatever, he uses to pick on me for being every teachers favourite student and saying I'm their pet but I'm really not. I'm just generally nice and quiet. I guess that's all teachers requires.

The test is in fact quite easy, all you have to do is to finish sentences and correct grammar errors. Yet it takes me ages, I can't concentrate or focus at all. There's too many distractions, smells from sweaty nervous teens, sounds from pens scratching papers, sighs from the rest of the students, Mr Gomez continual whistling that I shouldn't be able to hear but still I do and last but not least, how I hear the time running away from me. I literally hear the seconds disappearing, well, I hear the clock but whatever. It's old as a drum beat and steady like the opposite of the rhythm of my heart. Then I remember to breath. It sounds pretty obvious that you breath doesn't it? But still I manage to forget. I'm an amateur when it comes to living. And no, I'm not just a nerd spending every awake hour in front of a screen but I'm actually pathetic with anxiety and yeah I forget to breath and it has happened that I just fall because I forget how to walk. I sounds hilarious doesn't it? Like seriously, just imagine a scrawny kid all of a sudden falling to the floor and when you ask him why he fell he responds with the weird phrase ever, I forgot how to walk. It sounds absurd. I know.

When I finally finish the god damned quiz I look up and realise I've got five minutes to go. I let out a relived sigh and then I almost start to laugh at my nervousness. I'm pathetic through and through. Why not just embrace it by starting to laugh randomly at absolutely nothing? No, I don't think that's a good idea. I try to choke down the laughter and manage pretty well, all that escapes my mouth is a weird grunt. I get several weird looks and some questions about how the hell I've finished already. That's when I release everyone has more than half left. Oh god...

Five minutes later and I'm one of two who has finished. The other one is a girl, I don't know her name but she's the average smart girl. She's not ugly, actually beautiful if you think about it but people tend to do that very rarely when it comes to this girl. She's friends with Kyle's 'girlfriend' and I guess that's why no one ever notices her. Because everyone notice Kyle's girlfriend, Nora, she's tall with big round brown eyes and simply fucking hot, end of story. I have no clue how Kyle ended up with Nora but I don't really care because the whole relationship is over dramatic and passionate. Might seem like ordinary teens just being in love but I promise you this is just strange. It's not like just because Nora's popular she's using Kyle or anything like that but just plane weird. They ask for too much from one another and get extremely pissed at each other for every single thing the other person does wrong. Was that a weird sentence? I don't think so but who knows. Anyways their relationship is strange as fuck but yet it hasn't been destructive or consumed them like relationships seem to do with people. I've still got my friend even though he spends time with his so called girlfriend. It feels weird to call Nora Kyle's girlfriend since I've never actually heard him call her that either but who cares, they're dating, pretty much end of story.

Even though I'm the second person to get out of the classroom the hallway is as always crowded. Sometimes I think it's always crowded, like people get paid to just hang in hallways to make it as difficult as possible to get to class. But then other days I realise that's highly unlikely. Though you have to admit that you've thought something similar, like that demons or the devil or hell or whatever has invaded high school. I mean for heavens sake it's freaking high school!

I'm sorry, I get lost in my own thoughts a lot, I'm gonna try to get better but I'm sorry to say I don't think I will. I've walked down the hall to my next class which is history and now I'm seated at the front row like the true nerd I am. I organise my stuff, books, pens and stuff, you know what I mean right? And then I look up and I face my biggest fear. Now if you want to please imagine some slow motion sequences with very dramatic music because I'm about to introduce evil itself, Mr Jones. It's original, I know! I mean Jones, doesn't it sound just so... frightening? Not really? Bullshit! Anyway, he looks just as strange as his last name is common. He's got blank grey eyes with matching grey thin hair and he looks genuinely lifeless. You might wonder what the hell is so scary about him but just be patient, I'm gonna tell you. Soon, very soon, as in now actually. Mr Jones either whispers slowly like if he were a villain in an action movie or he screams as if you set the school on fire. I've only heard him laugh once and that was when Kyle set the school on fire last year. Kyle got so nervous he actually peed his pants. Yup, you got that one right and remember that you heard it here first, from me David Black at why-the-fuck-do-I-have-that-last-name-you-might-wonder news. ... . I don't know okay? But back to the very important subject, our wonderful Mr Jones. He's not our history teacher, he's our headmaster and I have no idea why he's standing in front of me but I figured I could leave that as a cliffhanger. It's not a good one, I'm well aware of that but I thought it could be fun or good or whatever. Bye I guess..? I don't really know how to end this so yeah, bye!

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