Rebellious and Neglected

Wish Things Could Change

Kyle I'm home!" Mom said as she came in and shut the door. I sat up quickly and stuffed the blunt away. The last thing I needed was for my mom to see me smoking. I got up and stepped over stray clothes piles and jogged down the stairs. My mom sighed and set her stuff down. "How was school?"she asked. I rocked around. Did she really have to ask? "Fine" I said sweet.

and short. She shot her head up from rumbling in her bag and studied me. I stared blankly at her. Her face softened. "Kyle...." Her shoulders slumped wearily. I rolled my eyes. "Mom I'm fine ,seriously." She gave me a disbelief look. I sighed frustrated and stomped upstairs. There was no way I was going to discuss my problems with her. I shut my door behind. Why does she even care? Just because I got made fun of at school doesn't mean it's any of HER business. I rolled on over to my favorite side of the bed. My eyes became heavy and red. Will tomorrow be like today?

My alarm clock beeped obnoxiously. I groaned and knocked it off my end table. It continued to go off. "Stupid clock" I said sliding out of my bed. I picked up and turned it off. I opened my closet and picked out a black The Hundreds jacket. My black Levi's and my black and white vans. I stepped in the shower and let the water run down my black bangs. I lathered it with shampoo. As soon as I was finished I stepped out and brushed my teeth. I got back in my room, I blowed my hair till was dry, put on my clothes and ran down the stairs with my book back. Holly ran up to me and hugged me at my knees. "I'm going to miss you Kyle!" I chuckled and reached over to the door "Ill be back at 4:00." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out the door. My skateboard rolled silently in the garage as the wind hit it. I put my feet on it and skated down the sidewalk, down the rails across the street and across the belt line till I arrived at the school. I flipped it to my right hand and locked it on my book bag.

I walked down the hallway looking forward, not to my side nor my back. If I made contact with them they would make fun of me for sure. "Hey Freak!" A voice rang out as I reached my locker. I turned to see it was no one other than Stephen, the big fat bastard that has made my life the hardest since 6th grade. "You seriously gotta get a hair cut man." He grabbed my bang and pulled it back. I let out a slight yell. Will this kid stop at nothing? I scrunched my face up in pain but kept my composure. "Could you let go" I asked irritated. He chuckled and shook his head. "Wow man you must not be used to this yet." He slammed my face against the locker and threw me on the floor as if I were a helpless doll being tortured by disobedient children. I rubbed the back of my head and tried to sit up. People walked by staring and whispering as I raised my head. I was in a lot of pain. Being a freak wasn't worth getting my ass kicked everyday. "See you later, runt" Stephen said laughing and walking away. He slapped hands with his crew and continued down the hall. I almost felt the need to cry when I finally sat up. The pain was unbearable. The late bell rang and the hall became quiet. What now?

I laid in the hallway helpless, thinking of all I could of said and done to get Stephen to go away. Why me? Why did I always get made fun of? Was it because I was weird? Not saying I am but it could be an opinion of the other kids. I was sick of it. I got up as quick as I could and limped my way to class. Soon I heard footsteps. "I hope to god this isn't Stephen." I said praying silently. I walked even quicker. I wasn't taking the risk to check. "Hey!" A voice said. I stopped in my tracks. It did sound like Stephen. But just because it's not, doesn't mean I should be gullible about it. I slowly turned around. "Hey um, I'm new here. I'm looking for room C229 Ms. Combs? Do you know where that is?" The kid said. He was white with curly long blond hair and a fallen T shirt. I stared blankly for a minute then finally answered. "Just down the hall take a left at the bathrooms." I said shortly. He gave me a thumbs up. "Thanks man" he said jogging up and past me. I kept limping my way to the stairs. In the corner of my eye I could see the kid turn around and stare. What did he want?

"Hey are you ok?" He said calling out. I look towards him and nodded. Why did he care whether I was ok or not. Nobody else did. He walked toward me and stopped a foot in front of me. I looked at him curious as to what he wanted with me, the weird emo kid. "Dude, what happened to you." He said slow and in concern. I rubbed the rim of my eyelid softly. It had been bruised from the locker lock. "Nothing." I said walking away. He walked after me. "C'mon man just tell me, I'm not gonna hurt you." He said, not facing him. How did he know I thought he was gonna hurt me? Was it really that obvious? I turned in a serious manner. "Why do you care." I said. He pressed his lips together and looked around. "Because I'm human, and I'm pretty sure whoever did that to you is a complete asshole with no respect to anyone other than himself." I held my head down. He really DID know what I was thinking. I nodded again. He sighed a and threw his hands in his pockets. "No need to explain if you don't feel comfortable to. Let's keep it friendly. I'm Sky." He said holding his hand out. I looked at his hand and shook it "Kyle." He nodded still in concern. A moment of silence passed time for 2 minutes.

"So your new around here, huh?" I said breaking the silence "Yep seems that way dude." He said looking down shuffling his feet. I motioned my eyes down the E hall. "What school you coming from." He laughed in humor. What was funny? "George Franklin Private School." He said still snickering. My mouth dropped in surprised. This shaggy kid was from Franklin? I guess appearance wasn't a value more having to do with personality. "That's one of the best schools in Atlanta." I said in shock. He rubbed his chin still smiling. "Yeah sure it's everything it's cracked up to be." He said sarcastically. I laughed at it. This kid wasn't so bad. "To be honest, it's just a bunch of snobby kids with degrees to places like Harvard. Their parents are filthy rich." He said. I rocked my head around in agreement. He was being real. Kids at Franklin had it all. From air condition rooms, to caviar for lunch, new textbooks ever year, silk uniforms and green cove grasses outside with trees and wildflowers making it look like mansion from the outside. "I've heard they give great recommendations to universities." I said , confident that I knew. He rolled his eyes "Yeah if your some stuck up spoiled brat with resumes for days." He said under his breath. I stared at him. What did he mean?

"What do you mean?" I said curious. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I got kicked out of there." He said. I changed my face to a confused expression. "How what happened?" "Fight" "With who?" "His name was Clemont, one of the star brainiacs." His voice trailed off. Why was he so secretive about it? "It was a fair fight, he was messing with me from day one, he deserved what he had coming to him." He said angry. "What happened to him?" I said leaning on the wall. "His nose got fractured and bloody." My heart sank. What was he angry at him about? "Yeah let's discuss this later." He said holding his head down. "We better get to class." I mentioned we walked to Ms.Combs class. I had forgotten that I had her aswell as he did.

We walked down the hall together in silence. I had almost forgotten about Stephen and our run in earlier today. It was total bullshit how he treated me, but really who gives a damn about me at this school? I'm sure after Sky sees how much of a loser I am he'll ignore me for sure, I was almost positive that this theory is true. We could hear Ms.Combs babbling on about the 19th century leaders. A whole bunch of crap they expect you to remember. I hate history with a passion.