After I got off the bus I walked to my locker silently and quietly. Looking at my feet. This was my normal day, my normal life. Although something was different today. I hadn't gotten beat yet. Three guys would always beat me when I came through the door. Damian, Simon, and Luke.
Damian is a brown, short-haired, tall, tan, green-eyed, guy who cares only about 3 things. His hair, money, and what girl he's going to fuck that day.
Simon is a short black haired, tall, white, brown eyed, guy who cares about 3 things. His mom, who has been in the hospital for 7 years. His two friends, Damian and Luke, and his reputation.
Luke is different. He cares about one thing. Himself. He has longish blonde hair, he's tall, tan-ish, and has blue eyes. He is violent and cruel and is nothing but a sex crazed beast. And yet I like him. Yes, he beats me every day but so does my dad and I know why they beat me.
"Hey shortie," Lacy said. Lacy was a short pink and blue haired girl. She's skinny and looks fragile but she can throw a punch. She might be short but she's still taller than me.
"I told you to stop talking to him," her brother, Cole I think, said running up to her grabbing her hand.
"Why because your reputation is crumbling to bits!" she yelled at him.
"It's not mine, it yours. People like him don't-" he half said.
"Fuck that shit," she said trying to catch back up with me. I got to my locker and hurried to open it trying to ignore Lacy's voice. Which was talking non-stop. When I got it open a piece of paper fell to the ground. It had words written on it that I didn't want to read so I balled it up and stuffed it in my pocket. Lacy reached into my pocket and unballed the paper, I grabbed my binder, not caring.
"Go suck cock instead of fucking with my sister," she said stopping dead in her tracks. She turned around and I assume headed back to her brother. Could care less to be honest.
I walked to my homeroom and sat down in the back waiting for class to start. My teacher is average. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He is tall and has a beard that all the girls drool over.
The teachers are all the same. They all think everything is fine or nothing is going on, when in reality they just have to watch, they have to play along, and they have to laugh.
Don't mind the idea of Math or Science but I can't stand History. I am OK with Reading but it isn't my favorite. PE is hell, Art is OK, Music is hell, and Tech is hell.
I noticed the teacher at the front of the class but I couldn't hear a word he was saying. I was to busy focusing on the cars in the parking lot, counting, and remembering the colors and plates.
YOU ARE READING
Unforgivable
RandomI looked down at the edge and felt all the air around me move. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "Marco, don't do this!" he paused. I brought my head up a bit, "please don't," he finished as I looked at him deciding. He had tears in his eyes...
