we all die anyways

chapter 2.

I'm sitting in my algebra class... Ew. I never quite understood algebra. Like who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to put fucking letters in a goddamn equation.

Im a doodler, like a major doodler. And I was in the middle of drawing a picture of a puppy when....

"Jack. Can you answer question 6?"

"Um, no."

That was it. No questions afterwards. It was like it never happened. He let it go, I don't know why but he did. I had one friend in that class, they were genderfluid. Their name was Charlie. Me and Charlie have been friends since the 8th grade. We just so happened to have algebra together, and English, and music, and well you get the point.

Charlie walked up to me with a big smile on their face, "HOLY SHIT. How did Mr.McMorr just let you off the hook? Like wow he has never done that before."

"Yea, I know."

I really needed to pee. So I walked into the men's bathroom only to see, Connor. He's such a dick, he is 1 the caption of the football team and 2 is a straight up fuckboy. Anyway I just go to the stall and do my shit. When I walk out Connor and his "friends" are all looking at me.

"Look what the cat drug in. A filthy, Ugly, Worthless price if shit. So what is your name again? JACKIE?"

That was it. I was done. I couldn't take it.

"YOU KNOW THATS NOT MY NAME YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!"

He slapped me across the face and I ended up on the floor of a filthy school restroom. Great.

As I walked out of the bathroom people started laughing. I was so confused.

"POTTY BOY!!"

"BATHROOM TRASH!"

"DID YOU LIKE THE FLOOR!!"

People were shouting things at me left and right. I was cornered I couldn't excape. Charlie ran up to me,

"Jack? Are you okay. Ignore them, they are so mean. Do you want to go to the principal?"

"No Charlie I don't want to go to the principal. All he will do is call my parents. And we both know we can't have that happen."

"Oh yeah I forgot. I'm sorry J."

I never have felt so terrible. Except the 1st grade talent show. So my mum made me wear a dress. Yup a dress. And basically it got chaught on a chair and it ripped, my underwear was showing and it was really embarrassing.

Can't people just leave me the fuck alone for once? Or is that impossible. Slowly a shadow appeared.

"Excuse me? Are you uh Jack kemo?"

"Uh yeah. Why?"

"Can you please come to my office."

Well shit....

~10 minutes later~

Ugh Mrs.Beck. she is so mean.

"So why did you start the fight with Connor?"

"ME?! I didn't start a fight. It was Connor!"

"Excuse me but Connor and his friends have all said you started the fight."

"GO AND LOOK AT THE SECURITY CAMERAS BEFORE YOU GO AND LISTEN O A BUNCH OF DOUCHEBAGS!!"

"Calm down, okay jack?"

"Whatever."

I left the room and walked to my next class. I'm tired if this shit anyways. People need to leave me the fuck alone. If people want to go and say shit against me so fucking be it. I'm tired of it.