School and Society

Chapter 1, the dome.

The anxiousness ruled his life. It was like a cloak, constantly strapped to him, a dome over him and a curse inflicted on him. At night, he would be nervous about tomorrow and the day after. He would try to keep his head down, he would try to stay out of trouble but there was always some prick who would come along and ruin his day, at least at school.
Ace entered the classroom. Almost everyone in the room looked at him, including his Spanish teacher, senor S. That's what he wanted everyone to call him but most people just called him Mr S. Ace wasn't sure but he thought senor meant sir. It wasn't that people didn't respect him enough to call him what he wanted them too, they just forgot, by the looks of it.
Either way, Ace thought he was an idiot and he made that pretty clear. At first, everything was okay, then Ace got unpopular and him being around seemed to make people argumentative, let's just say it didn't help self esteem.
Mr S seemed to gradually dislike Ace for bringing negativity with him and became- well, a bit of a bully.
Ace would do as instructed but would always be having insults thrown at him by the people on his table. He'd ask the teacher for help- but nope, that's not happening! So, Ace would snap back and THEN the teacher cares.
Nah, the teacher just didn't like him. Clear and simple.
Over time, Ace gave up. 'Screw it' he thought. Anyway, let's continue.
Ace entered class. A load of people look at him, Mr S nags about his untucked shirt. He tucks it in, silently and sits down.
Mr S begins the lesson, with a presentation. Okay, everything seems to be going okay. Then,  he hears whispers. He turns, ah look, someone telling him he's annoying for no reason! The usual.
"ATTENTION! PAY ATTENTION!" Me S yelled at him, the man was large and slightly chubby, he wore tight, grey trousers and a white polo shirt. He had short black hair. Ace figured the man liked the power that came with being the teacher, the ability to be able to punish. The man seemed to relish the authority, at least in Ace's opinion.
"Senor, she was distracting me, muttering insults."
"DOESN'T MATTER! PAY ATTENTION!"
Ace almost rolled his eyes. The man didn't even bother talking to Ace's insulter, he just continued teaching.
Someone else made comments about Ace, then another, then another. It soon felt like he was drowning in what looked like hatred for him.
He rose his hand, Mr S looked at him. He ignored. They continued. Mr S ignores more and then Ace loses it.
"Are you all that pathetic? Do you not think that you're a bully, a pathetic bully? Haven't you realised, that if you enjoy tormenting me so much, you must be a sour little-"
Ace looked up, a shadow cast over him and half of the small table he was sat beside. The girl next to him looked worried. Ace wasn't. "Ace, why are you creating problems in my class!?" Mr S literally screamed at him, "I don't appreciate your tone." Ace responded. There were murmurs in the crowd of students.
"I can speak to you as I want! I'm the teacher!" Mr S spat. Ace truly did think that this man was a rather sad individual, or just a prick, or both.
"No, you can't. You can't because no matter what status you may have, it's disrespectful. Well, actually, saying that, you can! We don't have a relationship of respect but that means I'll speak as I like too! As a person, not a student." Ace said, he felt angry, he wanted this man to suffer.
"This is my classroom! You will respect me." Mr S tried to calm himself.
"It's not yours, you don't own it and I would, when you return that respect but all you do is try to ruin my experience, I'm hear to learn, not deal with you!"
Ace knew that he was about to be sent to isolation, a room where you sit in silence, with your phone taken from you, it's supposed to be a punishment.
"Out! Isolation!" He roared.
"You know, your love for the little power you have is quite pathetic, you know that, right?" Ace couldn't help but give a smile. He tried for ages to be respectful, it hadn't worked.
Time to do as he liked.

In isolation.
Ace stepped out of class, the door slamming behind him. He felt a mix of rage and pleasure. He had won. He walked down a stairway and out into the school corridor, until he exited that and was outside. It was a hotter day than usual, he was sweating a little bit. He faced the isolation building, a small building with one room and a toilet, outside of it.
He stepped into the building, opened the rooms' door and entered. The whole place, everything except posters, were white.
There was a lady sat at a wooden desk, with glasses on and a sweater, with jeans. She had ginger hair. "Why are you here... again? Fight?" She asked. Her voice was cold but not insulting.
"No. Mr S, this time." Ace said calmly, he no longer cared. What was the point? It was routine. He was always going to be that 'rebel kid', it seemed.
The woman mumbled and scribbled onto a page, he then sat a desk, near the wall and took a book out of his bag.