CALL IT SUICIDE

Suicide: 5.Loghan's P.O.V

In my recovery, i'm a soldier at war!

The bell rang and I was the first to leave. I made my way to the cafeteria where I collected a Hamburger sandwich, a boxed milk and an apple. I then made my way to where I normally sat down, no one sits there but me. It was under a huge Apple tree where the wind blew very harshly, it was peaceful. I sat down and plugged in my ear phones as I listened to recovery by James Arthur, another one of my favorite songs. I started to eat, I haven't eaten in 3 days because my foster mother doesn't like to go grocery shopping. I was almost finished when someone who I least expected to see came over to me and sat in front of me with a grin on his face.

It was my foster friend Calvin, i've known him for 4 years but ever since he got adopted by wealthy parents and he became popular he forgot about me. He made new wealthy friends, we've been through hell and back but I guess that didn't mean shit to him. I scoffed and continued listening to the music, he took my phone he turned down the volume which caused me to straighten up. "The f**k you want Calvin?!!", I yelled as I grabbed my phone away from him.

"Chill my friend long time no see how have you been, are you still in foster care?"

I glared at him, "..The...f**k...do...you...want?", I asked one more time but this time through gritted teeth and a more serious tone. He looked scared as he got up and stared at me. "Look man I don't know what or who your upset with  but I just came to say because I felt bad for you, I heard your living with nasty old Jean again, that woman is crazy as hell, you might be jealous that I got adopted  by rich people but you gotta lighten up and face the fact that no one will want you, but its life my bredda!", he said as he danced around, I clenched my fists and I tighten my chest and I got up and stood right in front of him.He looked scared as he stepped back and I only stepped closer to him. "Look white boy I don't give a f**k who or what adopted you, I could care f**king less you scumbag, now get the f**k out of my face before I make you wish you were dead!!!!" I yelled as I drew attention myself. He ran away and never looked back.

I sat back down as students stared at me like I was a maniac. I rolled my eyes and continued to eat and listen music. Lunch went by without any more interruptions and I was grateful for that. The bell rang and students scuffled to class as I took my time. I got a message so I looked down but as I did I bumped into some one. I looked up and it was Meghan Lopez, a girl whom I knew from elementary school, she has had a crush on me since the 1st grade but I haven't even said 4 words to her from i've known her and I don't wish to change that. She smiled and her eyes widened in surprise and she started to twirl her hair, I rolled my eyes and continued my journey to Drama class.

"Hey wait up Loghan!!", she ran behind me and yanked my right arm, I swung around and I was now facing her. "Ugh I don't have time for this..umm what's your name again....Meghan" I said rudely as she frowned.

"Loghan just hear me out!", she begged.

I rolled my eyes and gave in. She smiled as I was getting annoyed. "Okay so you know we've known each other for 10 years now and I was just hoping if we could you know....be more than friends", she said as she blushed. I scoffed.

"My dear we aren't friends, I don't see you a friend so why would I see you has a girlfriend?!!" I half yelled at her which caused people to stare.

It isn't being harsh its being truthful. She looked taken a back, as if she wanted to cry but I didn't care. I walked off without looking back. I made it to class and took my seat by the window. I liked to look out the windows because it clears up all my thoughts in my head. I sighed as I waited for Mrs.Berstain to come and bore me with all of her upcoming plays and novels which the poetic nerds were drooling over. I hate poetry! 5 minutes passed and she finally arrived, the class was filled with nerds, weirdos and wanna be popular kids. I isolated myself from the class while they all sat in a large circle listening to Mrs.Berstain preach about her many adventures. I yawned, I turned my attention to outside where I saw students everywhere, some were happy while some were busy gossiping. I saw Meghan and the new girl sitting outside, Meghan was crying and I guess i'm the reason.

She was talking while the new girl wiped away her tears, in all my years on living, I can honestly say that the new girl was one of the may beautiful girls i've ever seen, she's the most beautiful girl i've seen at this school.

"Mr.Oliver!!", I heard Mrs.Berstain yell my name which caused me to look in her direction. "Is the class outside?!" she half yelled.

"Uh obviously not but I wish it was then maybe it would be more interesting!",I said in a mean tone. She stared at me with her jaws dropped and her eyes wide open, some of the students giggled and the poetic nerds looked at me in a mean way. "Okay Mr.Oliver that's enough, please make your way to the principal's office", she said as if I hurt her feelings which I probably did but as I said and what I will always say, I could care less. I gladly took my stuff and made my way towards the entrance of the theater. I slammed the door shut, I went to the principal, Mr.Rodney's office which I had to wait 5 minutes to go in because he was taking care of some "business". The door opened and Ms.Harven paraded out with her skirt even shorter, I rolled my eyes and made my way inside of his office.

"Good day young man" he said as he fixed his belt buckle and adjusted his wig. He was 45 years of age but looked like a 60 year old. I sat down and didn't say anything, I just stared at him while he struggled to fix his zipper. "Need any help?", I asked him but he looked at me then back at his zipper which he finally zipped up.

He sat down and fixed up his desk. I looked over at his bin where I saw a used condom with sperms all over it, I wanted to puke. "

"Now why do you keep on disturbing Mrs.Berstain's class?", he asked me.

"Disturb? I don't disturb her class", I stated as he stared at me trying to figure me out.

"Well that's what she said and that you don't appreciate art and drama, she also said that you hurt her feelings",he said as if I cared.

"Look old man, I don't care about anyone's feelings, I could care less about some f**kry class like Drama,I mean what the f**k is Drama anyway?", I said as I kicked my feet up on his desk. His mouth flew open and so did his eyes as they expanded. I smirked.

"Mr.Oliver you have a filthy mouth!!", he yelled at me.

"And so do you after you s**ked Ms.Harven clean" I spat back, he flew up and his mouth flew even wider along with his eyes.

I looked at him and smiled. "You know what I won't have it with you!!" he yelled as he marched out of his office. The truth always hurts.

I stared around and threw his pens at random things because I was bored. He came back in 10 minutes later, "I called your mother and she's on her way", he said as he sat down. "My mother's dead so I guess she'll never be here", I said, he looked at me then back at what was in his hand. "Your foster mother that is", he then stated. I scoffed, "The f**k she gonna do?", I mumbled but I guess he heard me. "Mr.Oliver could you step outside until your mother arrives", he said. "She's not my f**king mother!!", I yelled at him as I stepped outside, I slammed the door.

I took a seat back where I was sitting and plugged in my ear phones and listened to sucker for pain. 

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