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Boy From Downtown

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There's this boy who lives downtown. I don't know his name, and I don't think anybody does. Though, others have come up with several names for him. "Southern Thug", "Black Haired Boy", "Rat". But one thing most of us call him is simple. "The Boy From Downtown". It's strange how someone cannot be known by anyone but still known by everyone at the same time.

He's always alone, never talks to anybody, and you never see him in the same places, so it would be hard to track him unless you stalk him the entire day. The funny thing is, some kid tried to do that once. He was heard the next day to have a broken rib, black eye, and cuts and bruises everywhere. Well, cuts is a strong word, because it is said he fights only with his fists, no weapons. And though he may never use it, he does carry a switchblade.

The main thing you have to know: Never fuck with him. He'll beat you so hard he'll make your insides bleed.

RIIiiing The bell. It's Friday, and everyone at the same time rushes out of their classrooms yelping. The teacher yells something behind everyone but I, nor they, give a shit.

Someone plants a firm hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn my head around to see who it is, not expecting anyone as I'm trying to leave this shithole.

"Ms. L/N, if you could please join me in my office." Oh great..of course. I should have known he would stop me. The principal, Mr. Lanche. What fun.

"5 lunch detentions, 14 security calls-" Mr. Lanche continues, his hands pressed onto his desk firmly. I kick my legs on top of the desk, and he gives a look of disgust. I fight to hide a laugh, not even trying not to snicker a little.

"21 tardys, 15 days of school missed.." He pauses. "..And 76 missing assignments in all classes."

He pauses to look at me, but my expression does not change or indicate any flinch in the slightest. His expression twists into a pained one, and he says slowly through hidden clenched teeth.

"In this quarter..alone."

I don't respond. His pained expression makes it look like he's going to explode. "Ms. L/N!" He shouts suddenly, making me jump. "Do you have ANY idea what this does to our school average?"

I don't answer.

"Reputation?'

Still nothing.

"Are you listening?! You cannot just shrug this off any longer."

"Yes, I can." I say simply. I would have spoken a while ago but I've been trying to work on keeping my mouth shut. Especially with Mr. Lanche. But I've had enough of this lecture.

I smile, and this only makes him look angrier. "You wanna know somethin' teach? Huh?" I continue. "It's the people like you who only make this hell more insufferable. Average? Reputation? Give me a break, you know all that shit is only the way it is because of your teachers poor teaching abilities. Kids don't care, your teachers don't care, the whole damn world doesn't care. Nobody gives any shit about your petty bullshit. I'll make it more simple. I'm not changing. So get over it, and let's keep it that way."

And with that, I get out of my seat and not stop for one moment as I walk out, leaving the petty principal in his office.

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