Slowly Poisoned: The Story of Mater Graives

Chapter One, Monday

~QUICK AUTHOR NOTE: Okay so this is based on a book that I took one year writing (Jesus Christ one fucking year) and this is the edited part. Any criticism is allowed and reference all you bitches want (just don't be too mean with the criticism). I really tried hard on this; I've actually just finished editing this chapter today and this is the end result. I hope you guys enjoy!

P.S..... there may or may not be a boy x boy mention in this book. Ship all you want! Don't like it? Don't ship it. ALSO MAKE SURE TO READ THIS ON A COMPUTER. IT'S STYLED WEIRD ON A PHONE

Okay I'mma leave you guys alone now HAVE FUN~

The clear and bright day turns into a gloomy storm once my sister drops me off at Waymore High School. If someone decided to blow up the entire town, at this point I think I would be glad. I really don't want to be here. The school only reminds me of terrible memories of an old brick smell and a horrible suffocating feeling, like being trapped in quicksand with nobody around to save you. It reminds me of extreme heat and humidity and the feeling of feeling unwanted. On the other hand, school's all I got at this point. I have nothing but school. It's the only thing that makes me, well, me. Even though I hate it with a fire hotter than the sun.

I walk into the school and immediately am brought upon the stench of a mix of mold, sweat, and warmth. By warmth I don't mean the same warm feeling you get from hugging your mother or a sunny day at the pool. I mean warmth of hate and most likely warmth from the pits of hell. I make a sharp right and walk right into the much cooler band room. It feels very comforting and soothing to the soul today. I need this more than ever. I got to my ever familiar instrument cubby and plunk my trumpet there. There are two bands in our school (we're a fairly middle class district) and I happened to be lucky enough to get in the higher band. The music is very difficult a lot of the times and everyone seems to bullshit a bunch of notes out and call it beautiful. Then again, that's mostly what band and choir is. Spitting out notes in a graceful way.

I'm also in choir, but just simply the men's choir. I'm an okay singer, but hey, I tried. I tried out for jazz choir (the elite choir) but I guess I'm not good enough. Still determined however. It's nice being in choir and band; the teachers seem to actually get you and help you. They actually care about you. Honestly, Mr. Melford and Mrs. Ashfel are the closest to family I'll probably ever get.

I go down the never ending hallway of broken dreams and take a step towards the gym. I'm honestly thinking about skipping school at this rate. I would much rather eat a pile of shit than be here, but that doesn't seem to be an option. I go up the stairs and go to the back portion of the bleachers. Nobody goes up there and it's a little more quiet than the endless static of screams and conversations. Good golly gosh, I cannot wait until my day as a junior starts. It's my pride and joy, this school. Can't live without it. Please note the sarcasm.

It's nice being away from the screaming basics and laughing fuckboys, but it's also a little lonely with nobody to talk to. It's alright, it's about seven-thirty, so I'm about to go to class in thirty minutes. I'm looking forward to talking to people but not really at the same time. People tend to be assholes.

That's probably why I hate school. It's not so much the stupid as hell teachers or the constant smell of sweat and chalk up your nose. It's really not the learning aspect of this horror; hell I don't even mind learning. It's kinda fun when it's not crammed up your ass. Nope, it's honestly the people. People are the reason why I hate school. If I could go to a place where I could learn and be away from all these people I think I could actually teach for a living. I understand things better when there isn't some guy moaning for no reason at all in the corner or two girls down the hall screaming over the latest hair style trend. Worst of all, however, are the damn jocks who think they're all that and a bag of chips. You know those people; I'm almost positive you can think of five people who are that way. Those people who beat you down with their damn words and proceed to punch each other in the shoulder. I've always wondered why, is it just in their blood to punch their best friends? What makes them think they can't go one day without violence? What the fuck does punching people do? It's not a bonding thing, I don't happen to like it at all. In face, I hate people touching me. I really hate people, don't I?