Calum.

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Calum

Today was the third week of school. Everyone has been talking about a new student. That's the thing, we don't get many around here.

I was in first class and the door sung open after three knocks. The guidance counselor Ms. Rhonda walked in with a girl following after her.

The girl had black hair in a ponytail with red ends. She was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans with holes in them. Her eyes were hazel.

"Good morning everyone, I'd like to introduce you to our new student Hazel. She moved here from America..." Rhonda continued. The teacher Mr. Harris has an open seat for her right next to me. Fuck.

I didn't want to sit with anyone besides myself. I glared at her just so she'd know I did not want to be bothered. She instantly turned away and focused on the board and teacher.

The bell for the end of class rang and she got up and left. I left the room and down the halls towards the gym. I needed to get this extra anger off my shoulders and blow off some steam.

Pickering. He was the kid nobody liked. Freak. I never liked him, nobody liked him. Probably because he hung out with the other freaks. I sat on the stage and threw a basketball at him, hitting him in the head and knocking him down. I stood up and left.

It was now third class. This teacher had the tables set up as a circle for "classroom communication and involvement." Ridiculous right? Across from me sat Hazel. I gave her the most unsatisfied and rude look I could give.

She was not bad looking. She had a staring problem I'll say. I flashed a mean look at her again and she stopped looking at me altogether.

I walked down to the office when they called me down. "What?" I looked and asked the woman at the main office. She pointed her finger and directed me to guidance. Rhonda sat in her stupid red leather chair and looked at me with a worried look.

"Calum, is there something you'd like to talk about?" She looked at me folding her hands on the desk. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms "No." I said with an annoyed look on my face.

"Calum you've been acting out a lot recently, and that incident you've had with Pickering? Is everything okay?" Rhonda leaned forward with a look on her face that told me she didn't care, she was being paid to care.

I didn't say anything at all, I just continued to look at her the way I was looking at her. "Calum I spoke with the principal and avoided getting you a suspension, but you'll have to do a week of community service."

Rhonda scribbled on a piece of pink paper and handed it to me. "This is where you'll have to go for one week after school everyday, for an hour starting next week." Rhonda handed me the pink paper and dismissed me.

I walked out and went to the fifth and final class of the day. I sat in a seat and slumped my bad on the floor next to me and rested my head in my arms. The teacher lectured the class for 90 minutes and finally shut up when it was time to leave.

I walked home mad as hell. I just wanted to hit someone. I entered my street and walked towards my house where I saw my stepdads car in the driveway. This ought to be fucking good.

I walked inside and heard him and my mom...in their room...being adults. I left my bag on the floor and left. I didn't know where I was going to go but I left.

I walked into town and went to a pizza shop and got two slices of pepperoni pizza and a Mountain Dew. I sat inside the diner and ate my pizza and scrolled through my phone with the other hand.

The bell on the door rang indicating someone had walked in. Hazel, the same girl from today walked in with some guy. Fuck she just moved here and is already hooking up with people...

He had dark hair and a lip ring. They seemed to have the same sense of style because he wore an outfit that was nearly the same. The looked up at him and smiled and turned from his gaze nervously. They sat across from each other eating their pizza.

I finished my pizza growing my paper plate in the trash and burping on my way out. When I got home my stepdad was in another fight with mom again. He usually beats her...and sometimes me.