Dear Road Kill

Chapter Three; 8/7

Greetings from a boring Monday. Half of this day so far I was thinking about the people I go to school with. The other half? The meaning of life. What is it really? That question was cut short though. Why exactly?

"Mr. Kim? What would happen if you put Hitler's brain in Michael Jackson's dead body?" Babs asked clearly high of his ass.

Mr. Kim, our bio teacher, had this to say, "Google it."

Can you believe that? Everything can't be solved with Google. Sometimes I look at the people of Dwayne, Georgia and ask myself.

Are these redneck cannibals or idiots of the round table? Both I guess.

Besides the Adolf Jackson craze in class bio was fairly boring. My next class wasn't any different. My history teacher, Mrs. Goss, isn't the boring part about her class. In fact it's the call itself that's boring. Mrs. Goss is actually pretty cool. She can be mean, but she's also a great teacher.

Anyway we just went around the class talking about ourselves. Here's what some people stated.

"I love history!" Exclaimed Maddison (butt kisser) Ford.

"When's lunch?" Asked simple jock Ryan Higson. Bless his brain on that question.

"I don't want to be here," muttered a tired Simon Do'Bell. I feel like he's French or something because his last name. I mean really. Do'Bell?

"And I don't want to be near you," I mumbled. Good thing he didn't hear me.

"Uh what?" Babs questioned while blinking. It was his turn to say something. It was his turn to say something, and he wasted it on that.

Mrs. Goss was about to start teaching when the classroom door opened. Standing in the doorway was a guy known as Breaker Bellemore. He is the bad boy of Dwayne High School. He's been to jail, failed school so many times he's 20, and he looks like a K-pop star even though he is a skinny white boy. Breaker walked into class with his leather jacket over his shoulder, and ignoring Mrs. Goss. He sat next to a clearly scared guy.

"Mr. Bellemore," Mrs. Goss crossed her arms. "We have assigned seats. You are sitting next to Ms. Fay."

Mrs. Goss pointed at me, and Breaker mumbled something under his breath, and walked over to the seat next to me. Most students are scared of Breaker Bellemore. Most as in I'm not scared. Maddison gave me a look of pity. I don't scare that easily.

Lunch soon rolled around, and I sat alone. I always sit alone. It's moments like this when I like to people watch. Everyone has their own story. 

Take the popular girl for example. No one knows what goes on with her at home. She could have an abusive mom or dad. The star football player could be forced to play when actually he wants to just dance or be in the school musical. The nerdy school you bully could be forced to have those grades so her parents won't ground her. The bad boy? He could have a drunk abusive father, a mother that won't do anything, and a brother who hates his guts. He is forced to rebel because that is all he knows, and he has no one to love him.

"Watch were you're going next time," Breaker told a kid who walked into him. Or maybe I'm wrong about his family.

Nah.