My Time To Go

2

2 weeks later....

'So what you gonna do, expel me?' I scoff with a cocky grin.

'No Mr Gray, not yet', replies my Principle, Mr Smith.

Our meeting was interrupted by the knock on the door, which brought in the Princess, Rachel Collins. Her meek and timid smile seemed to relax Mr Smith: whilst I rolled my eyes in disdain at her fake persona. 

'Miss Collins, please take a seat', Mr Hayden spoke sweetly to her, real sweet ; kiss ass. this day can not get any worse.

'So Mr Gray, you will spend minimum 50 hours doing voluntary work in the nursery down the street and Ms Collins has kindly agreed to tutor you, in order for you to catch up with all the work you've missed'.

My day just got worse. Tutoring, with her. Seriously? I've been by myself for as long as I can remember. I don't need her pity.School doesn't mean shit. Nobody's hire's people from the projects.  The government have left us defenceless and  no one will save us. . 

'I don't need her tutoring'.  I snarl while looking straight into her beady eyes.  

'Thank you for your honesty, but its compulsory'. She spoke politely and with poise. Rich bitch. 

So I glared at her in disgust and flipped her off. 

' You heard the lady, now the both of you get to class'. said Mr Smith. 

Begrudgingly I got up and threw the door open and stalked out. That innocent crap she's feeding everyone is not going to fool me. I know her type. Rich and privileged, looking down on us through her snotty nose. 

I could hear her heels clicking against the floor and got louder and faster with every step she took, closer towards me.

'What do you want!' 

Today was not the day to piss me off. 2 weeks ago, I drove into a building while I was drunk, got arrested and spent some time in hospital. But who cares? It was an abandoned building any ways, why is everyone getting so hyped about it. My father's breathing down my neck, like he cares, he's useless.

'What Rachael!' I repeat 

'Nathaniel, I was wondering if we could do Friday's after school, my parents aren't home which would make it easier for everyone.' she states meekly. 

'I don't want it', I reply harshly

'But you have to , they'll expel you if you don't'

'I've been through worse, I think I will survive it, Pet,' I say with a boyish grin.

'Don't call me that'

' I'll be there but only because I have to, but I'm not doing shit'

'Drillllllllllllllllllll.'

The bell goes and I stalk out of school and hop on my bike.The wind slaps my face as I speed down the road and head to my willow tree. Reaching my destination I jump of my bike and walk towards the old shrivelled willow tree. Luxuriously I sink down in to the blanket of grass and lay my head on the rough, warm bark of the tree. I bask in the suns glory and inhale the sweet honey like scent that surrounds me. This is my home. Where I rest and feel at peace. 

But it never lasts. 

Reluctantly I get up and leave my home to go to my hell. 

I step on my decaying doorstep and push the door open. No need to lock my house who's going to want to rob this run-down dump? Stepping into my house, I'm bombarded with the smell of smoke that saturates the air and clings to the walls. Bone dry bottles of alcohol and cigarette butts litter the hallway. Nobody's in. Good. The stairs moan under my weight as I stalk up the stairs and enter my bedroom. 

Lying down on my rusty bed I dream about a better life. One where my mum isn't dead because of me.