Well, today is the day. The day I've been avoiding and dreaming would never be here. The torture chamber for any teenager with shit going through their mind 24/7. The first day of High School. I attend St. Panell's High School and, let me tell you, this is probably the worst place in Arizona. It's full of rats and inedible food and Dick-head bullies.
In case you haven't noticed, i'm 13 years old, a prodigy from 8th Grade, a small person in a big world, David facing Goliaths. a not so simple person trying to just get through life normally but as problems block my path, i just give up.
September 6th, 2006, Day One
Misery fills my body as i pace up and down my room trying to find out how to avoid instantaneous death when i walk through those big doors that read, Welcome to Hell. I walk over to my clock to find out how much longer i have for freedom.
6:23am
Shit, i only have 15 minutes before the bus comes. I slip on an Undertale T-shirt and Jeans with some ugly dark grey socks. While i'm walking out the door with 3 minutes to spare, I accidentally kick a wall and feel a sharp pain in my foot.
"Mother-Fucker!" i yell, not knowing that my Dad was walking downstairs with a look of Fury on his face.
"The Hell did you just say you little faggot?"
"Nothing you should be concerned about."
"C'mere you little shit-head!"
I was about to get it hard, he grabbed the scruff of my shirt and clenched his fist about to punch me right in my face. Just as that was about to happen, I heard the bus and i felt relieved.
"Bye Dad, gotta blast!"
I book it out of my house and on to the school bus. I knew i was gonna be dead when i got home, my dad always loves to find new ways to punish me, like making me stand in a corner on my tip-toes over scattered nails and thumb-tacks.Or, tying me to a tree for 24 hours with no food, water, shelter, or even clothes except my underwear.
When i walked on the bus i noticed it was dark as all hell and it was completely empty, dusty, and almost like it came out of a horror movie from the 90's. I sat in the back of the bus, y'know where the faggots and losers sit, or at least the ones who know they are.
This was a long bus ride, at least 30 people got on and our bus was small as fuck. However, i met this Nerdy guy who's name was something like Jimmy, or Johny. Jerry! that was his name, he seemed like he actually cared about people and their problems. Poor Kid, he's gonna die in the real world.
7:32am
We all got off the bus and walked to a building that was probably as big as 5 apartment complexes, combined. I realized this was the SPCSD High School - St. Panell's Central School District High School.
This was going to be the most Misery and Pain I've ever experienced in a year: High School.
536 Words, written in 42 minutes,
~Yuni
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Bleeding Scars
SpiritualA 13 year old goes through emotional, family, and mental problems. His friends at school help him through his pain though some drive him more crazy than he his. Read to find out his struggles and as he watches his world go to cinders and shambles