Daddy Issues»©

Chapter 2

//John\\

At school John hadn't changed a bit. He was just the odd ball. Not that he liked that title, odd hadn't found it's way to stay positive with him. It was a word that bothered him. Friends were a hit or miss, meaning he didn't have too many, he wasn't that kid to talk to the new student. He either waited to be approached or forever kept his peace.

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//Pov//

I left my 4th period with a bad taste in my mouth. That flavor was bitter and had the worst aftertaste.
Her name was Tandy she was a blonde, blue eyed, rich girl. She liked to tease me at my worst moments. Not once on a good day would she think of me, only when I wore black and had my head glued to my shoes.

She was a beauty but the pretty girls were always the hardest to trust, you could never really know what to expect.

It was a slow day, and it did not help that I stayed up late. I was feeling morose. I felt like I was walking through a graveyard that has been abandoned since the 1800s. The floor was buried underneath leaves ashes and grimey globs.

The Windows broken, grey and foggy, blood smeared the walls. Black ink climbed and wrapped around every object left by martyrs. Skeletons moved with the wind, skulls rolled like leaves in October weather.

It was just school sadly, I'd rather be in the abandoned graveyard. There is much more to explore.

It was those boring months, no holidays or events. Everyone just kept moving not knowing what to do next.
We walked in the hallways like sheep, young, dumb, and lost. We were rounded up into rooms brainwashed with useless facts and dumb rules allowing the people pulling the strings to gain more power.

There is another thing i hate about existing. Nothing is ever promised. You can never tell if you will live the next few seconds, everything could just disappear without a reason. I waited in that tower for a year, i gave up waiting.....

"John?" Mr.Beck asked."Where are you supposed to be?"

The halls were empty and Mr.beck the drama teacher involved with special effects in the stage plays was watching me with his ghastly empty. Ghostly eyes. He wanted to be an actor but sadly for him that didn't happen. He can do these impressive illusions though at the shows that are pretty cool. Only he has a darkness in him, a divorced man. The ring stays buried in is wallet.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Don't sass me okay, now the bell rang 3 minutes ago. Don't make me have to tell your principal." he talked me like he was half there. He was talking to me but something more important was behind me.

"I am aware" i said as i began to walk away from the pointless interaction.

Besides the man looked like he was on the edge of doing something drastic, maybe he was going to finally quit.

I went to class anyway, the class, death class, buried,deceased,casket, and funeral.

The minute i joined them she looked at me. She watched me. Only this time she hadn't said anything. She put her head down. Coiling her tail between her legs.

She was wide awake, her eyes watching the floor she was seeing something. She wasn't happy about it. The light in her eyes was gone, it was there even when there was blackness in her words. She should suffer from whatever it is.

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B

y the end of the day I was allowed to go to the mall with two friends total. Tyrone and Clayton Cole. Tyrone was a nice guy, he was on the basketball team as point guard and Clayton was an art student with too little fucks to give. Once you got to know him he was a decent guy with pain and too many emotions he just got use to hiding that.

I was criticized for talking to him because the school thinks he cares too little to respect his peers. It's not like that at all. He just ratger stray away from people before they can hurt him. The only reason he stays with us is because Tyrone is like a pitbull.

Because of his reputation he has a sort of power over the high school kids. He said we were under his protection and in a way we are friends now. Atleast he hangs with us more than anyone else.

My head dipped down to the floor as we all sat on a bench. Clayton bought some paint brushes and repair tools. Tyrone bought a basketball again, some shoes and shorts.

I didn't want anything Ned would by me anything I asked for anyways, I never really used my allowance I was a freeloader.

"My people just don't understand the type of guy I am. They just don't get it." Tyrone went on about his dysfunctional family, we all had our problems in this triangle.

"I wouldn't care. If they have a problem with what you dream tell them to dream there own dream." Clayton gave some advice to Tyrone which was rare. He was the silent shadow.

"Not everyone can do that, Clayton. Some people actually care about consequences or how people feel. Tyrone doesn't want them to hate him for it."

"If they hate him for it then they never truly loved him" Clayton muttered. He didn't say it to hurt Tyrone it was just the truth. It was painful though. No one wants to think about that.

"That's harsh" I whispered swirling my straw in my milkshake.

"I bet spiderman had no problems!" Tyrone started.

"That's hard to believe since he has been missing for almost 3 years now!"

"He is probably dead, I heard there was a new spiderman. Rumors say he is younger and sounds Latino" Clayton said palming his face.

"Let's hope this one stays." I hoped. The last one was supposed to be friendly neighborhood but he let my people die in front of me. Some hero he is.