It was Monday, another stupid day that legally implied I had to go to hell. By hell I mean my school, South Pine High School. Any kid in their right mind would agree that our school was one of the worst ones in our state. It was cloudy and warm outside, which made for a sour mood that would soon stir up in everyone. But of course, that wouldn't be any different then the mood everyday. Oh yea, I forgot to tell you who I am. My name is Vix and I live with my adoptive parents. From time to time my older sister will drop by the house to see me.
Anyways, I walked up the steps and onto the path of my school's courtyard, I saw a bunch of kids with knives and some bags of powder and then other bags of leaves. I quickly realized that they had drugs, but I did nothing to stop them. That was a sight I saw every day, even if I tried to stop them they would stab me and then go on with their lives. So I kept walking past them and I tried not to make eye contact.
I was almost at the door when my friend crept up behind me trying to startle me. Luckily I could hear him coming, so I turned around and started laughing.
"Really Jay? I thought you would have learned by now man. I can hear you coming a mile away!".
He looked at me with a stupid grin on his face.
"BUT IT'S FUN! And I'll try again tomorrow' cause you know what they say "The Thousandth times the charm." Right?" he told me.
"Literally nobody says that. Now come on or well be late for 1st period, and you know very well that our teacher will put us in detention if we don't get there before the bell." I explained in a rushed manner.
"OK,OK I'm coming." He replied.
We walked into our damaged sad looking school hallway, the crowds of sweaty and tired students bustling around us as we pushed through the mass of teens to find our classrooms. Never once have we used the lockers because of the gangs that hang around here, picking lockers and stealing students phones and laptops. At least that meant less stops on the way to classes. I liked to get the day over as fast as possible so I could go home and try to code on my laptop some more. I could finally make some money off the video game once I was done. We finally reached the classroom and we quietly entered the room and took our seats at the front of the classroom. I may have had forgotten that the seat I took was the leader of the main gang in our school. So when he came into the classroom he glared knives at me and slowly walked over to where i was sitting. Then he whispered in my ear.
"I'll give you one chance to give me back my seat before I dislocate your head from your neck."
His warm putrid garlic ridden breath caught in my nose and made me cringe and I leaned back in the seat. He stepped aside silently telling me to go NOW and I decided it would be better for me if I just moved. There was no reason why I would want his seat anyway. So I scrambled to my feet and hurried to the back of the classroom. I knew that the only reason he cared about seating arrangements is cause his stash of weed and cocaine was in a "secret compartment" in the desk. I ignored all my instincts to tell the teacher about it each day when she came in. It would be no use though. Our teacher Ms. Ivana was very nice and she never gave us extra homework like the other 6. But although she was kind, she didn't believe in bad things, she was very naive and never once believed that people could do any wrong. I never once understood how she was so sheltered and optimistic at all times, it seemed impossible.
Halfway through the class I drifted off into a daydream and during the rest of the lesson I continued to sleep. I always hated dreams. In fact, I technically didn't even have dreams' cause all of them contained the stuff of nightmares. This time in the dream realm I was on a pedestal in the middle of the ocean. I was surrounded by mist and fog, I could barely see the pedestal I was standing on. Then suddenly out of the fog came a black cloaked figure with a giant scythe in it's left hand and a scroll in it's right.
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Soul Lost
Teen FictionA boy with adoptive parents abuse him and force him to go to a school that depletes his creative spirit and hurts his soul. He has major depression, almost no friends, and his father was caught trying to murder his sister. So he decides he would rat...
