1

13 0 0
                                    

I bolt awake, suddenly realizing I'm in class. "Would you like to tell us the answer Mister Osorto?" I hear my teacher ask me. I look at the board. "The answer is negative ten." I reply. "Correct." She says, turning her attention away from me, towards the board again. It's always the same stuff. I don't move schools a lot. Believe me or not, my IQ is 163. I am also very good at sports. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bragging. I just seem to have a perfect life. At least, that's what everyone sees. The bell interrupts my thoughts. The day is finally over. Once I put my stuff away, I walk down the hall and out of the door. I rush down the cement steps. I continue to walk home. Once I reach my home, I can hear the yelling from out here. "You stupid idiot! You can't do anything right!" I hear my father's voice yell. I open the door and step in. I hear glass smash. He threw another beer bottle. "Hey! Boy!" I hear his voice coming towards me. I turn to look at him. Suddenly, I feel him slap me. "I acknowledged you." He says. "Hello." I say. "That's better. Now get out of my sight you, mongrel!" He says as he hits the back of my head. I walk up the stairs, and enter my room. I take my shoes off and put my backpack down next to them. I crawl under the covers of my bed. Yeah. The perfect life.

Unfinished BusinessWhere stories live. Discover now