Too Young, Too Dumb

Oh Well, Oh Well

The bell rang to get to class. I decide to go late. I'm what the teachers fear. The 'bad kid'. Nicholas Ren Jensen. I hate school. I get picked on and I just don't think school works well for me. After all, I'm probably going to die before we graduate. I'm 16, 2 years until graduation.

I saw Cara. Not heading to class so I go up to her. "Hey, aren't you going to class?" She turned around and I saw tears on her face. "Cara...What happened?" I hugged her.

"Justin is a jerk." Fuck, more drama. She pulled away and went into the building.

"I'm just trying to help." That's all I do, try. Nothing works. Never. I sat down by the tree she was standing by. I closed my eyes and a tear ran down my face.

"Jensen!" It was the resource officer. He pulled me up by my sweater. "Get to," he stopped when he notice the tears in my face. I wiped them away. "Follow me, Nicholas." He said. I actually like this guy. He is a nice guy, but I've been on his bad side a lot. I follow him to the councellor. 

"Mr.Jensen." I sat down by his desk. "What's wrong son?" He had a fake smile plastered across his face.

"Nothing." I said quietly.

"Tell me really. This is a safe place." He put his hands on the desk. His phoney face staring at me.

"It's nothing, now can I just go to class?" I started to get up when I made me sit back down.

"Jensen. I will call your parents and-"

"What parents?!" I yelled and got up and ran out of the building, tears in my eyes. They didn't bother chasing me, I ran away a lot.

I ran into the woods and threw my backpack against the ground, hard. I was crying, hard. Hard. I kept crying. My life sucks.

It's been ten minutes and calmed down. I took out my cigarettes and lighter, that I stole, out of my backpack. I started smoking. I calmed down a lot now.

A few hours later I got bored. I got up, backpack on my back, and went home. I was tired and I wanted to sleep. Sleep.