Warning:
This chapter contains sensitive material, such as suicide. If you can't handle it, my next chapters will probably not contain as descriptive material on this subject.
"Don't be late don't be late don't be late."
I was already around two or three minutes late for school and I could absolutely not miss anymore classes if I wanted to make it through this year.
After frantically running through the halls and upstairs, I finally make it to the third floor where I have math. I was nearly five minutes late and without thinking, I make a quick dash to the back of the classroom. I panic as I realized the old,wrinkly,grumpy,
teacher-no-one-likes is actually standing in front of the class teaching for the first time in weeks. oh no oh no oh no.
I couldn't even get a word out without Miss Lie pointing her ancient, wrinkly finger at me and screeching at me to go down to the office and explain why I'm late for what seems like the 100th time. Miss Lie is like that one teacher who never really teaches a class properly, or at all. It's like she just can't wait to take cellphones away, yell at students, and send whoever the hell she feels like down to the office.
I sigh and turn around and head back to the door. This is pretty much my routine three times a week.
I plop down in the seat that is all too familiar and the air lingers with a mix between musty cologne and sharpie markers.
As soon as the principal walks in I know something is wrong. "Mr. Næsheim..." he says in a concerning manner. I immediately freeze in place. "you're done buddy, I'm sorry and I really don't know what to say right now..."
"Is this a joke?! Seriously you need to stop-I-I will literally do whatever, just please." I stammer.
"Let's see here Even... currently failing six out of ten classes, forty-six tardies, twenty-two absences, ten citizenship marks, three fights, five after school detentions, caught loitering four times..."
He frowns at me and decides to stop
there.
"Even, you used to be such an outstanding student, I just don't know what's gotten into you."
"By strict law, this year your records are so awful that there's no way it can count" Somehow his frown gets even deeper. "There's nothing we can do here, you can either be a dropout or get held back another year."
"Yes sir, I've contemplated and want to stay here another year."
I pause as I'm trying to process everything going on. He looks at me before proceeding, "Unfortunately, Elvebakken doesn't allow for students to be held back. So, if you decide to start the year over you will need to attend Hartvig Nissen in the fall."
He wasn't even done explaining before I got up and ran out of the building. The coolness of the air felt good on my body as soon as I slammed open the doors.
The thought of having to redo another year hadn't fully hit me, I was just glad that I didn't have to go back to that place ever again.
without rushing I decide to go to the bus station so I can get back home. On my way there I hear a huge unison of guys laughing and yelling.
"Faggot!!" Elias exclaims and laughs along with the rest of the group.
I notice Mikael in the back of the group, trying to laugh along with them while at the same time eyeing me down like everything was my fault in the first place.
"Are you going to do anything about it, you disgusting queer???" Elias says directly into my face.
I could feel the heat coming off of my face, I've had enough of them treating me like trash the whole entire year. I already knew that I was that one kid that no one cared about. I already knew that I had gotten myself too far into trouble to not do anything about it.
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Skam - Evak
FanfictionThe story of two Norwegian boys, Isak and Even. When Even gets diagnosed with a mental illness, he refuses to believe that he keeps changing and has been losing his real identity. Isak, a very moody boy, struggles to come to terms with his sexuality...
