Burn

01

Randy POV

Today is another challenge at my crappy school. It's the same routine everyday, what's there to be happy about, and also the fact that my dad hits me for no reason. My mum is an alcoholic and I decided to be the quiet shy one who wants to explore the world knowing it will never happen. No one pays attention to a nobody like me.

I fan girl over a boy band or two who I definitely know will never in this galaxy know a 17 year old girl named Randy exist. It's the usual. I have a job at a cafe, I play the piano and guitar, and I'm dating a stupid boyfriend who also hits me all the time. That pits more pressure on me.

I walk through the school halls plain of makeup because I honestly choose makeup doesn't cover perfection. It doesn't show the real you, it only makes you into a cover girl Barbour doll which I don't want to be, there's to many of those at my school and in my life. Why need another? Especially an ugly one at that.

I unlock my locker and place in my books and take out the ones I need and place them into my Adventure Time shoulder bag. I'm wearing a Jaws tank top with black high waisted jeans and black converse. If your wondering I got clean clothes and nice stuff because I work two jobs at two different cafe's that pay different wages. I go to Starbucks after school everyday and Jones Cafe on Saturdays. They try to give me breaks but, I choose not to because my flat is scary as what-so-ever. I have a secret cat who lives on my balcony and since my parents never come in my room they don't know I have him. But his name is Mr. Banana's. He's my only best friend, and apparently he's all I need right now.

I head to my English class and sit there till the bell rings. It ends up the usual, me answering every question while everyone just sits stating into the middle of nowhere thinking about either a boy or a girl or what they're going to do with their life. But, I have more important things to think about.

Like, college, leaving my hell-hole, or what I will do with my life. No one knows my life, they act like they do, but they don't. I don't even speak a word for them to know what I feel or what I want.

"Can anyone tell me the theme in Romeo and Juliet?" My English teacher Mrs. Orchesbeck her square framed glasses hang on the bridge of her nose as she eyes us carefully surely there's no one with their hand raised. So, I raise my hand with no doubt that she wouldn't pick me to answer as usual.

She breaths out heavily in aggregation that I'm the only one who has interest in answering. As usual. Nothing would be peculiar if she didn't decided to pick me.

"Yes, Ms. Bristol, please come to the stand." She says I grab my book and look it over and head to the stand. I place my book onto the stand and look at everyone's drained faces. They all have bags under their eyes, clearly not enough sleep has taken place. But, I haven't had enough sleep either, I just look better because...well, I'm different.

"Well, Shakespeare's meaning of the play consisted that love can and may always be blind. But, there are many types of love, and many of those loves can lead to many dangers. He also set the play over a short period of time to make it deliberately clear that Romeo is an indecisive character who was repeatedly changing his mind. And, if Romeo and Juliet had been left alive for a tad bit longer, the chances would be the same with Romeo and Rosaline. Shakespeare also showed the obstacles love faces and how Romeo did the wrong things which is why he ended in death. He also showed what many people would do for love even suicide and one simple misunderstanding can destroy everything." I state simply as I eye the students sitting lazily at their seats. I'm sure the only person who heard my statement was Mrs. Orchesbeck.

"Good, now what's your personal view on love?" She asks me. I smile at the book and I can feel a tear escape my eyes. I then close my eyes still looking down and letting the tears fall. I can feel all eyes on me now.