The Scientist

First Day of Hell (3)

I step out of my car and walk to the passager side. I grab my backpack and lock the car. Walking to the front door, I see Kenny. The Kenny who beat me up last year, and the year before that, and the years before that. He's the main reason I have depression. He used to tell me terrible things about myself, and just terrible things in general. 

I pull up the hood on my MCR hoodie and put in my earbuds. I turn on my playlist and The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At the Disco starts to play. I throw my backpack over my shoulder and sigh. 

 I open the door and walk in. I see Mr. & Mrs. Andrews in the office. They wave at me and I walk in. 

"Hey, Ryan. How's my favorite scientist doing today?" Mr. Andrews says softly. I smile and take out the earbuds. 

"Hey, Mr. Andrews. I'm doing pretty good." I say, rubbing the back of my neck. He smiles at me and he ruffles my hair.

"If you need anything, anything at all, just let us know." Mrs. Andrews says simply. I nod and look at the clock. 

"I should probably get going to my locker and class," I say softly. They nod and I walk to my locker. I put in the combination and open the door. I unzip my backpack and put in the books I'm going to read over the year. I read pretty fast, okay?

I close my locker and zip up my bag. I sling it over my shoulder and head to my first period, History. 

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The final bell rings and I stand up, exhausted. But slightly energized. Cause now, I get to go home. Where I get to be alo-

"Hey, nerd." A familiar voice says. A very familiar voice. I turn back-

No. Don't do it-

To see the voice's carrier-

Please, no-

The person who hates me the most-

No-

Kenny.