You had latched onto the idea that you were maybe just looking for something neither of your friends could provide, you continuously pondered and wondered what that feeling was and it wasn't presenting itself anytime soon. You just had to grip onto your bag and dash on over to your first lesson seeing how your overly productive brain had left you sweating over the mere seconds before the familiar hell bell signified your journey towards photography. I guess there's not going to be any confronting Jayden today. Why do you call it a confrontation anyways?
TIME SKIP TO FIRST LESSON
"Boom boom explode mELT DOWN BITCH"
You screeched at the top of your lungs. That annoying girl was at it again soiling your canvas, you knew everything was so in place and yet so out of place with this school day and it's something truly disturbing and worrying. You sounded like a penguin during mating season screaming at others purely because your natural instinct craved for some shit infested pebbles, and that was one of the only things occupying your thoughts whilst you lashed out at your neighbouring, destructive acquaintance/work partner. You were zoning out after that until your teacher bellowed at the top of their lungs,
"Go stand outside rIGHT NOW!"
You followed their commands and rushed outside, it looked as if you'd just pissed yourself and you could feel the classes glances fire into your skull. Just like bullets, you were left hindered. You hadn't even snatched your bag and ran for it, you just sheepishly followed some middle-aged, Louis Theroux looking cunt's rules. Only Louis is way better and actually educated and supportive. This bastard was balding like a vulture and there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with that you just hated him for some reason.
To put it shortly you had got sent home approximately 5 hours too early. You lashed out on your teacher too, a grave mistake. It's a tragic reality really, you get so emotionally wrapped up and fixated on the dumbest of topics and subjects, this one being photography. Still, there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with that, we all have our dull moments and getting upset over such things doesn't make you a weak person nor a bad one. We all deal with our own stuff and it's important to recognise that. It's a shame your mind wouldn't process this idea however, you simply storm off to a nearby park and fuck around for a hauntingly long 30 minutes. Your phone buzzed, 'snap from Myloznubz.'
"Fucking great, fuck off yeah."
You wanted to just forget about Mylo, you had a rather deciphered opinion on the awkward and squeaky boy and were honestly not too bothered with the idea of actually responding. But you did, and for whatever reason, I don't know why.
