LIE

Chapter 1

WARNING: There are multiple sexual assault themes/scenes, homophobic references, strong language, and themes in the book. Please understand that this book could trigger.

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Second destination out of four: School. Highschool, to be exact. The place where you're supposed to lose friends. It's not like your stereotypical Highschool movie, I had thought it would be - the highschool jackass would pick on you just fucking 'cause. In reality, people mind their own business---because they just don't give a shit.

"Freshman year. Okay. I can do this." I whispered to myself.

I entered my first block classroom. It was cold and even smelled like the cold -- empty, and somehow nostalgic -- Why are classrooms always cold?

We had assigned seats; in Alphabetical order, of course. I sat in the second to last desk in the second last row closest to the wall. The desks were beige flattops with blue seats attached; very comfortable.

The subject? World History - Easy! The teacher was a big guy with a bowl cut and scruffy beard. He told us to call him, "Mr. B."

The first day is always the same: A small 'About Me' page we do, but they're never remembered or acted upon. Next is guidelines and procedures: fire-drills, lockdowns, etc, etc. Boring, boring, boring. I'd rather skip to the learning part.

I got my wish. We're learning about the Bubonic Plague now. Fun! "Mr. B" would teach us then give us a worksheet and say 'godspeed.'

"You guys can listen to music as you work. Just don't let me hear it." Mr. B said before going to his desk and sitting down.

I pulled out my phone and earbuds. I put the earbuds in my ears and turned on some music. I wasted no time to starting to work. I wrote in pen--blue ink. I love writing with pens. Just makes me seem more mature ya know? I also like them because they don't make the scratch-against-the-paper noise.

Patsy Cline sang Crazy. What can I say? I love old music [and singers]; Queen, Michael Jackson, Tina Turner, Bowie, etc. I like how they don't curse a million times just to get a point across.

(That mainly pertains to Bowie, but we're not going to talk about that.)

'What year did the Bubonic Plague start? When did it end?'

'It started in 1347 and ended in 1750. That's 403 years.' I wrote. I am very sarcastic when I answer schoolwork questions.

I finished the worksheet with no problem, but there was a problem. We were done for the day after the worksheet, and there was still an hour of class left! I don't have service down here. I have no problem listening to music and sitting still, it's still kind of boring. But, I've learned to "do" boring, so I'll deal with it.

So I sat. Still. Waiting.

I observed the class. Everyone seemed to already know each other. I'm fine with people as long as they don't speak to me. I actually hate Humans. What's not to hate? They cultivate themselves in places where they have no business. It is very bothersome. And what really gets me going is when someone bounces over to me unannounced and begins talking, then gets offended when I ignore them.

Life Tip: If you ignore it, it will go away.

I'm not looking to make friends, bosom companions, a BFF, someone I can trade bras with, none of that! (Although I'm a guy, so I can't actually trade a bra.) I am simply here to learn. Nothing wrong with that. I've got my priorities straight. Ha!

I sighed quietly. The bell finally rang. I walked out and turned into the C100 hallway, the longest hallway--told to us by Seniors. I was lucky. Three of my classes are within a ten-foot radius of each other, so I didn't have much of a walk. I'll take that last part back. Getting from class to class was hard, the students walked like an undead horde from the Walking Dead! So slow! Some people would cut in front of me to stop and hug or exchange handshakes with their friend on the other side of the hallway. It is so annoying. People, please. Some people actually care about getting to class on time.