UNTOLD

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Being 17 makes my life harder.I can't stand being in a foster home anymore, i need escape but i guess we don't always get what we want.For this atleast not yet.one year and am out of this shithole,its a little amount of time right?say i turn 18 walk away from those bitches in school,from my 'family' in the foster house. I hate everything.life sucks.always.
I'm always alone with no hope and expectation,as they say hope and expectations are just dissapointments.

School is a major fuck up.I repeat,a major fuck up.I mean hormonal teenagers kissing everywhere,talk about mix ups of perfumes really irritates me.All the noise and girly dramas.Highschool.Hell.people staring and judging.Not me am the school ghost atleast thats what i tell myself.As i walk throughthe hallways thinking about crap i hit a ...wall i think."watch where you are fucking going"yeah definately not a wall.
I didn't bother looking at who it was instead i started walking off.Before i could count three steps i was pulled behind by the unknown."you didn't apologise."I shrugged his arm off without looking up.Not that am rude or shy but i did not see the need to.plus I hate talking. This time i was glad nobody pulled me back because i would have lost it .

You see another thing i hate about school,teachers are ruthless.How can i have history right after getting out of bed .so my first class was history .I walked off to my history class bored already.I went straight at the far end of the class near the window.I stared out thinking ,actually just staring outside,i didn't even notice that the teacher had already entered until"Eric flury!! You seem to know everything how about you teach for today"so much for being unnoticed."Am sorry won't happen again"Mr.. Whatever his name was as i continued to do what i do best.fantacize.

If I was rich would I have to come to school .knowing I had alooot of money would I even come to school willingly. What if I.. Oh fuck am thinking some impossible shit but hey it's better than reading about some people who died or maybe never existed.Evolution ,really history. To me it's a whole lot of crap.

When I heard the bell I didn't care that the teacher was talking, I picked up my books and walked. I was not the only one, that would've been crazy, everyone else did it.Because let's face it history is boring but we end up passing it anyway.

The class that followed till lunch went on with nothin uneventful happening. As always. I entered the cafeteria picked the terrible food and went to sit on my lone table. I never mind sitting alone as sad as it looked. I hated socializing not that i am socially awkward.

Not long after I had started eating someone slumped infront of me. I was.. definately not happy nor angry. I was suspicious as to why of all days someone decided to sit with me. I'm a ghost. I mean atleast that's what I think. I looked up at the person.I was more than angry.

Right infront of me was Zack.I knew his thoughts immediately I saw his smirk. He is actually cute and all. I would have had time to absorb his features if he wasn't a bully. I tried my best to ignore his presence but I couldn't because his stare was soo disturbing.

I wanted to scream at him to fuck off but I couldn't all I did was look at him and raise my left eyebrow.
"I heard you are a fag."

Of all things I thought he would say that was the last thing i expected.I mean I've told off a few girls and as much as I hated myself I was good looking.I had Black hair,really dark silver eyes and my skin was farely tanned.I was confident with my looks.

I looked at him wondering what exactly does he want.
"So" I answered him with a plain tone.With all honesty,i was beyond irritated.We had never talked before and now he is all up in my business like we were old friends who stopped talking and just found out I'm gay.

He chuckled then slapped his palms on the table and it was so loud I could've been scared but I wasn't and he let out an angry breath before he answered"soo no one wants a Cock sucking fag at school."

I thought of so many ways I could hurt him given the fact that I'm built than him.I stood up grabbed my staff, looked at him emotionless and told him something that could probably tick off him given the fact that he never wants to loose.Hashtag anger issues. Plus everyone at the cafeteria was listening closely waiting for my response.

"Okay"

I walked out but I heard him angrily curse. And with each step I took I realised how Zack has changed my school life.Everyone will start talking, looking and judging. I hated it. I hated zack more than everyone. More than the world itself.

I wasn't Eric the ghost anymore.
I was Eric the silent kid who dared talk back at zack.I hated it.

I was part of the drama I hated and it wasn't good for me. I knew it always ended bad when you are part of the drama but I was determined to try and become a ghost again.Like how I thought I was anyways.

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It's not as bad as i thought it would be.

Thank you for reading i really appreciate it.
If my English is terrible pardon me. My main language is kiswahili soo sorry I guess. Don't mind my grammar.