Sorry •Muke•

Chapter 1 - All I Want

How can I describe Luke Hemmings? Perfect? Amazing? An Angel? Pure? There are so many words used to describe someone, but someone didn't include Luke Hemmings. He was indescribable.

How can I describe myself? Michael Clifford? Well, I don't have to seeing I have been told how I look by others' eyes and words. Punk, Fat, Ugly, Pudgy, Worthless, and my favourite; Emo.

My colourless white skin was noticed first, some people thought I was a ghost because of it. Others figured I once had colour in my skin but I had cut myself so much, and lost so much blood that I had become that pale. Along with my grey eyes. People thought they once had colour but yet, I was so depressed that they faded. They were right about some of those things at least.

I always sat in the back of the class, not doing my work, but messing around in my own world. And that is where I sat as I thought of these things. And what felt like miles yet was only 7 seats away was Luke Hemmings.

On my desk was a binder full of papers and a useless pencil. On the blinder had my name scribbled on it in sharp black letters. I wasn't like those stereotypical people who secretly liked someone and wrote their surname as their crush's. No, it just had my first and surname. Not my middle name, I hated my middle name. Gordon. It just wasn't right.

"Michael, will you answer question 14 for us?"

I just shook my head slightly and Ms. Bell sighed, "Okay, we'll try again tomorrow."

I heard snickers from a few seats down saying I wouldn't answer tomorrow either, I wasn't, and they said I was a waste of space, I was. "Okay, Luke? Will you answer question 14 for us?"

I shifted slightly to see the boy a row over and few seats closer to the front. Sure, it was only the back of his head but it was enough.

"The answer is the Pythagorean Theorem which is C=A squared +B squared."

"Wonderful, thank you for also stating the formula." I slouched back in my seat, I wish I was that smart. But no, I am just a useless waste of space. The class went on and I was sitting in my seat not paying attention.

On the walls were encouraging posters and tricks to help us remember things. Then, by the door was a few weekly updated papers with our grades on them, from the top grade to the bottom. Of course, Luke was at the top and I was at the bottom. I didn't really mind that any more. I failed in nearly every class I had.

The bell ringing snapped me out of my thoughts. I pulled my headphones out of my pocket and put them in my ears. I turned on All I Want by A Day To Remember. It was a great song that held loads of meaning to me, along with every other song that escaped my headphones.

I stood and scurried out of the classroom before someone's eyes found me. I made my way to Science and kept my headphones in the entire time. The A Day To Remember album, What Separates You From Me played in my ears as the class went on. I didn't even bother taking out my headphones for this class. I just stared at the blank desk in front of me while the lyrics played in my head.  I didn't care if you could hear the music because it was too loud. My music taste was the only good thing about me, so I was happy to share it, no matter how unhappy it made others.

I'm always screaming my lungs out.

Till my head starts spinning

I smile slightly at the lyrics knowing I could relate. Hell, all of the bands I listened to I could relate to their lyrics. Most people would hate someone for enjoying the music I liked it, but I could care less, at least the songs I listened to came from the heart, not a piece of paper handed to the artist to try and make sound good.