Take The Crown

Chapter 1

 

 CHAPTER 1--PROM?

          “Hey!” My heart stopped. Scuffling and rummaging for my equipment (spray cans), I turned to see the headmaster trudging towards me, but knowing of his age, I had a reasonable amount of time to escape. But for some reason, he was probably on Red Bull or something, he had already caught onto my shoulder, harshly turning me around and pushing against the wall. I rolled my eyes–– he was fuming–– not because he saw this but because he finally caught me. He probably thought this was a good time to be fuming. 

           The inevitable fact was that I practically hadn’t even started, I had only drawn an ‘s’ with my red spray can–– I hadn’t sprayed the multiple colours inside the ‘s’. I wanted slashes of dark purple, cobalt, red-orange, and a miniscule amount of yellow because it represented the school colours–– but he hadn’t seen it so there was no astonishment on his face. To cover my brave facade, I placed a smirk on my face which only agitated him even more. In hoping to mock him, I placed my hands up in surrender with raised brows. 

            I could tell he was surprised at the fact that it was me who had been causing him migraines but I couldn’t blame him; I wasn’t exactly a bad ass. I didn’t have reasonable grades to show that I’m not a bad ass but I haven’t done anything to actually show that I am a bad ass. Well, except this. Manor High School had countless of problems like this, so I didn’t expect to have a big punishment however; this problem had been going for a year now, so I wasn’t so sure.

           It had been a fun year because of this exhilarating ride of staying unknown and causing havoc. Not severe havoc but it was havoc, nevertheless. My parents had always thought I was just that kid getting bad grades and that’s when my headmaster started suspecting me, but he never was actually certain it was me because he thought I was decent kind. Funny because I’m not.

            My father wasn’t a decent man, so unluckily; I almost turned out to be him. But for now, I’m just half of him. He made us, me, my mum and my sister move for involuntary reasons, reasons in which we remain clueless to–– he said he was getting his life back on track but I don’t think laying on the couch watching WWE and drinking Red Bull consists of that. I vowed that I would never turn out to be like him, but weirdly, I’m doing the exact opposite. But I don’t care, I never will care.

         I dropped my spray cans on the ground because his grip was too rough. “Stop manhandling me, man!” His hands were on my collar, then it was on my shoulder and I was getting annoyed–– very annoyed. Atticus, the headmaster, was never this agitating; normally he would just give me a warning or make me go to the cooling room. The cooling room is where low-life teenagers dwell on their mistakes, but mostly, that’s where the problems start and finish. 

          “Thorn!” I grimaced. I hated that name and the fact that it’s my second name–– legally–– makes everything else so hard for me. He always called me by my second name because he knew it irritated me and right now, he was probably going to say it over and over again. “Ah, you’re going to the cooling room, right now!” 

           I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” 

          Before I could walk in shame, with my shoulder slumped and my head facing downwards, his hand pushed my shoulder, resulting into my whole body turning his way. “Thorn, you are not on my good list this year and think again about going to prom, as well. What–– what happened? You were always a good student minus the grades and now you’re just doubling the amount of trouble you have on your shoulders.” 

       The truth is I was tired of being unknown. And although, I still am, it’s different because I’m known for being unknown. Nobody paid attention to me and that’s all I’ve ever wanted–– for someone to look at me and think ‘ah, that guy is cool’. And once everyone finds out who’s been doing all of this, they’ll want to be my friend. “Hah. And before you think about me telling everyone, considering they actually love you, that’ll never happen. I’m not telling anyone and that is your part of your punishment, you will never get any appreciation for what you have done.”