Silence

School in a nutshell

Elliot's POV

People don't like the work aspect of school, or the fact of getting homework. Neither do I but honestly it gets my mind of of things, the bullying, my parents, life.

Sometimes I think of just ending it, maybe I wouldn't have to deal with the crap I go through everyday. Nobody cares, the only person I know it'd affect is my mom.

She's the only reason I stay, they say beauty is pain. But how much pain can one person take until it's over the limit of what they can handle. Til it reaches the point they want it to end.

I'm not even paying attention to the lesson, My math teacher Mrs. Becks is teaching us something about . I don't really know, math was never my best subject, but I managed to get by.

Noticing the clock on the wall above the door, I slowly start to pack up. The bell will ring in about two minutes, and I definitely don't want to be in this class any longer. Nor do I want to be in the halls, so the quicker I get to the cafeteria, the better.

Right as I place my notebook in my bag, the bell rings. So getting up I exit the classroom, heading towards the lunch line.

Paying for my lunch, I head outside to the bleachers. No one bothers to come out here, as they all eat inside. I prefer to eat outside, away from everyone else.

Sitting down, I place my tray on my lap and my bag beside me. And dig in to the pasta, that isn't that good but I'm hungry. Though I think we can all agree that school food isn't the best.

Dreading leaving, I already finished my food so now I have to go back in class and survive two more classes. Them being Chemistry and English, but I'm pretty good in them, especially English.

I always liked the thought of writing, which is why I didn't mind when my therapist (which my mom forces me to see) recommended I start writing about my day or anything in general in a journal.

The walk to class was short, as I also stopped to throw my trash away along with the plastic tray.

Stopping at my locker, I open it only for it to be shut. Then in a plot second I'm pinned against it.

"Hope you didn't miss me too much" Ryder smirks while his friends just stand behind him, though I don't know they're names, they send me a look of pity. I hate that they pity me, if they really felt bad they should be helping me.

Ignoring him, I simply stand there. It's best if I don't react and hopefully this'll be over. "Hey, I'm talking to you loser" he states, and I don't want to talk to you, jock. I mentally roll my eyes.

I heard him mutter something before pushing me into the lockers, walking away his friends trailing behind him. At least it wasn't too bad today, my stomach is still hurting from yesterday.

Grabbing my chemistry book from my locker, I go to class before I'm late.

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I'm finally in my last class, English. We didn't do much so I basically started my daily writing in my journal, explaining my day. If my therapist actually reads this, he's going to think I have issues.

The bell rings in like three minutes, so I put my stuff away and just wait. Not wanting to go home, but not wanting to be at school. Though I'm stuck here for history anyway.

And there goes the bell, getting up I make my way towards my history class, with Mr. Hyde. I'm actually pretty good in history though, I guess with everything going on I've been forgetting the lessons.

I've been told all history is, is memorizing points in time. But what if we have bad memory?

Not wanting to be here any longer, he finally lets us leave to go home.

Walking inside I can hear my parents arguing, I don't understand why they can't split up. It's not like hearing them argue all day is really helping anyone, personally i think it's just makes things worse.

"Hey Elliot, how was school?" My mom asks sending me a small smile as my dad just glances at me rolling his eyes.

I avert my eyes to my feet, them seeming more interesting at the moment.

Not answering her, I quickly make my way to my room cuddling up on my bed hugging my legs.

I hate that I'm so pathetic, I hate my life, I hate everyone.

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