Not so Angelic

Chapter 4

"Can someone please tell me the rule to find the area of a circle?" Mrs Luck asks my maths class.

The question was so easy that almost everyone put there hand up. Of course I didn't along with others.

"Alexander," my teacher says with an icy cold voice. "We do not draw in class."

"You see Mrs," I start flipping my pages. "I've already finished all the questions."

She looks at me in shock because I usually never understand maths.

"Then what's the answer," she says brushing off the shock.

"1867 centimetres squared," I say with no emotion.

Mrs Luck checks to see I'm correct doing all the working out I did in my book. She makes it to the answer and puts down the incorrect answer.

"You appear to be wrong Alexander, it is not 1867 centimetres squared. It's 167," she says with a smirk.

"Sorry Mrs, but you're actually wrong," a student who is top of my maths class corrects it. "It is actually 1867 centimetres squared. You just calculated it wrong, and missed a step."

I hadn't even picked up that she had missed a step and calculated it wrong. Mrs Luck quickly goes over her working out and realises her mistake.

"My apologies Alex," mrs Luck apologies.

I don't respond and just give her a thumbs up.

••••

My legs walk down the street towards my house. It isn't much. It's a one story with light blue paint chipping off. It had beautiful flowers that aligned the white fence. But they slowly died when my dad started to drink more.

"King," Jake a Jock says as he hits my shoulder as he walked past.

"What do you want Jake?" I ask irritated.

"For you to fucking die," he say glaring at me.

"Why?" I say my tough facade coming to the surface.

"Because the world would be better without you," he spits out to me, "you don't deserve to be at my school."

"Why?" I ask my anger taking over, "because I'm better than you?"

"No, because you're a drug addict!" He shouts and pushes me.

"How about you fuck off?" I snap and push him away. He falls to the ground and I walk over him.

"Fucking stoner!" He shouts out to me, "you know those steroids don't last!"

I ignore his comment and walk home. To the place I hate. As soon as I walk through the gate the front door slams open.

"Get inside here, now!" My father yells at me.

I lower my head and walk inside. As soon as I'm past my father he slams the door shut and pushes me.

"What did I do wrong this time?" I ask only to be hit across the face with brass knuckles on my father's hand. I fall to the ground from the shock my face acing.

"You speak when you are spoken to!" He yells at me.

I cower away from him in fear of what he'll do to me. I quickly get my back pack off and throw it at him. All he does is lift his arm, blocking the bag. I quickly stand up and go to run away, only to be yanked back to the ground by the collar of my shirt. I gasp for air as I lay on the ground.

"Cunt of a child!" He yells at me as he grabs his belt.

I whimper at the glimpse of the dried up blood on it. He doesn't waste a moment before whipping me with it. He then whips me with the buckle at the end to cause more damage. It hits me in the temple and before I knew it everything around me goes dark as a warm liquid trickles down my face.