Solby : The Bully

Failing

(Colby pov)

I kick pebbles on the ground as i walk down the dirt path to my school, starring at my feet. It's the first day back to school after spring break, and I'm not looking forward to it. School's a waste of my time, it always has been.
I could be sitting in a tree right now, or climbing the abandoned barn next door. Those are the good times, not sitting in a building for 6 cruel hours while teachers tell me what to do.
As i get closer to the school i can already see kids sitting outside, or chatting by the front door. Just the usual pretty girls taking snapchats, and losers throwing a football around. Stuff we did in middle school. How annoying.
I walk to the front doors, and push my way through the annoyances i call my classmates. They give Me dirty looks, but don't dare say a word.
As i walk to my locker I see my friend Corey approach me, a stupid smile on his face.
"Dude, guess what?" He asks excitedly, leaning against the locker next to mine.
"What." I simply say back as i grab my things from my locker.
"I just asked Devyn to be my girlfriend, and she said yes!"
"Good for you, bro. She's a keeper." I close my locker and face Corey, who is still smiling. "If you somehow got a girl before me, I'm doomed." I joke, and he laughs.
"Well you have the reputation of slamming kids into lockers. Maybe you scared them off."
"Aw come on, the movies say chicks dig that."
"If only. The girls would be all over you, colbs."
I smile and nod, just wanting to get the day over with.
"See you third period." I walk away towards my first class before he can respond.
The fun thing about school is my parents aren't here. And the fact that i am able to beat the shit out of anyone who looks at me the wrong way without consequence. Not that the school didn't care, but it always seemed that no one would tell a teacher. Maybe because they're too scared and pathetic to fight back. Whatever. Either way, it's great to let my anger out sometimes.
I head into class just as the bell rings, and take my seat in the back. The back is the best place to sit, so you don't get called on.
I look at the seat next to me, only to see Jake Webber, the "Wanna be e-boy." He is one of my favorite kids to pick on, since he's a cry baby. He always has his friend Sam Golbach stick up for him. I hate Sam, but i appreciate his existence. He makes school interesting, and he is by far my favorite target.
I lay my head on my desk and toon out anything my teacher is saying. Probably some garbage anyway.
As i was just about to fall asleep, there is a slap on my desk that causes me to shoot upward.
"Your grades." Ms.Weaver says in an irritated voice. I look at my desk to see she had slapped a piece of paper on my desk. I take it as Ms.Weaver walks to the next kid.

Oh.
I'm failing in every class except for English and Spanish. This feels like a repeat of my freshman year, only last year my dad had the money to get me a tutor. This is going to suck, I have to get my grades up or else i have to repeat the grade or go to summer school. Neither of those things are fun, I know from experience.

"The end of the last marking period is in 5 weeks, so if you are failing you better get working on fixing that." Ms.Weaver announces as she sits back down at her desk.
I crumble up the paper and shove it in my pocket.
Boy do I love school.

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