Chapter Two

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by rapidlane
by rapidlane
                                    
                                                     After I dry off I dress myself in a black hoodie and carpenter jeans. The knocking continues, "Give me a minute!" I speak loud enough to ensure myself that whoever it was could hear me. I almost trip as I rush down the stairs to answer. I open it to see it's my lab partner. (who I hate btw) He isn't bad looking, a tiger 6'1"and has nice orange hair. I'd probably have a crush on him if he wasn't such an asshole. 
                                "Sup queer" I growl as he calls me that. I wish I could make him suffer for every cruel word that ever escaped his mouth threw out his entire existence. I sigh.
                                "Why the fuck are at my house?" I try give him a death stare but I give up halfway threw and just end up looking more exhausted than I already am. He growls.
                                 "Our project on condensation better be done you little faggot!" I grin evilly. Confidence fills my mind as I do one of the most ballsiest things I've ever done. 
                                 "And what if I don't~" I perk my tail sassily. He gets so pissed it looked as if steam was about to come out of his ears, next thing I know I'm on the floor with a bloody muzzle. He punched me. I see him chuckle before he walks back to his car and drives off. I usually don't cry from being hit, but I just couldn't help it. I burst out in tears quietly. I'm a fucking pussy, no wonder everyone hates me. I slowly get up and shut my front door. 
                                 December 2nd, 2017
                          I sluggishly drag myself into homeroom, I'm tired and exhausted at the same time. Ever since I was 12 I stopped being able to get much sleep. I average around an hour a night. As for the exhausted bit, my parents don't let me ride the bus and they don't drive me. Ever morning I have to walk 4.5 miles to get to class, plus it always causes me to be late. Mrs. Grace (English teacher) is a total bitch to me, she loves every other student as if they were her own kids. Not me. She chuckles and pulls out a pink slip. 
                               "Mr. Jackson, that's the 50th tardy this year, detention.....and stay after class." Damnit, I nod my head and sit down in my seat. I've never understood that, a teacher keeps you after class to talk about you being late which causes you to be late to your next class. As always the class is incredibly easy. Which is ironic considering that English isn't my first language. I guess I'm luck, since I'm already fluent in Spanish I can get highschool credits easily. Either way it doesn't change the fact that school is one of the worst things in my life at the moment. The bell rings and I try to quickly sneak out of class but I'm to late and she catches me. 
                              "Woah there not so fast speedy" *she does the come here motion. "You're late almost every day, care to explain" I stare her straight in the eyes. 
                               "Because your class isn't worth being on time for" I growl and she growls back before handing me my detention slip. 
                               "Get out of my sight" I smirk and walk towards the doorway with my fingerless gloved hands in my pockets.  
                               "Gladly~" I perk my tail sassily and walk out.