Anarchy

Chapter One

Great.

Another day in paradise.

I entered the building where snobby aristocratic tyrants in the making came to play or as they like to call it, Marshall High. A place where rules didn't apply to the heavy pockets but were suddenly relevant when someone like me stepped out of line.

It didn't help that the kids who studied here were mostly from rich families while the rest of us were either doing a scholarship or were on loan from loaded relatives. While they bunked classes we pulled through all of our classes even with every supervisor waiting for us to slip. Marshall was like a mini model of what our little town was like. A day never passed by where the rich fed on the poor mercilessly. I am not even exaggerating, things had gotten pretty sick. 

If you meet a man or a woman who have a high and mighty air around them, silver tongued people who are so sly in their conversations, if you envy that person for their knowledge about almost anything and the demand for their presence in house parties is preferred more than yours, then they most probably have graduated from Marshall High.

There are exceptions, of course.

Now the thing about Marshall. H. is that it was exactly what it looked like and more. It had it's own chest of secrets hidden on the campus, secrets everyone knew about. Things in plain sight and things hidden, were equally shocking. For behind those studious eyes, were the witnesses of horrible events. Under all the colorful grades, was a gray mass of misery. Every crime was as clear as crystal, evident and out in the open but no one wanted to talk about it, no one dared to.

I walked down the crowded hallway which was filled with every high school movie stereotype that ever existed. Students were talking loudly and joking around but there was an uneasiness in the air. I felt it every day and even now, as I leaned against my locker waiting for the bell to ring. It hung over everyone without discrimination, like a feeling of impending doom.

Suddenly there was a scuffle in the hallway to my right; a teacher was hauling a boy in the direction of the main office. "Honestly! I swear I wasn't throwing anything at anybody." He protested as he struggled in the clutches of the teacher, who paid no heed and continued pulling him down the hall. This was completely , but then again, which of these proud hypocrites were we going to complain to?

The simple answer. No one. 

But I can bet all I have that, that student didn't do anything wrong. Why would he? He had a sister at the same school who could be suspended along with him according to Marshall's ridiculous book of rules. That book sat on the headmistress' desk for anyone who was called into the office to see and fear. But it was a 'bullshit enable-izer' for the rest of us, it contained feeble excuses of rules and a ton of unnecessary punishments, all just for the school administration to have the students begging at their feet. 

One of Marshall High's rules was that nobody was allowed to be loud or play around once they were inside the classroom. "The classroom is a peaceful place meant only to work the mind, not the mouth." This was what the headmistress had told us as she rambled on inside our classroom. I remember looking at everyone else's solemn faces and thinking if they were really thinking about what she said or trying to fight off their hangovers from the night before.

I looked at my watch. Five minutes till the bell rings, I thought, better get to class.

As I walked towards my class with my hands stuffed inside the pockets of my jacket, people moved out of my way and started whispering among themselves. I could hear most of them, they were purposely being loud. I don't know what they were trying to prove, that they wanted to let me know who I was in their eyes or they needed classes on how to insult like educated intellectuals.