UNTOLD

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School routine sucks .

I know I keep complaining and I will never get tired of it  because come on it's school.I normally drag myself out of bed knowing if I blink just a second I might not get up again. That would mean waking up when the people I live with wake up. It becomes noisy as Hell when Rick and Sam wake up. My Foster brothers. Let's not start with Darius and his wife. They are loud. Too loud for my liking. But that was not the problem. I was afraid of what might happen if I sleep. I hated sleeping.

I prepare breakfast for the whole family since I wake up earlier. It gives me the privilege of walking to school and enjoying the silence.It takes me twenty minutes to arrive at school leaving me with extra five minutes before school officially starts.

I slowly strolled around the school before really entering the halls. I walked to my Locker just as the rest of the students flooded the hallway. I did not like it at all. Too much noise.

Once I had retrieved my books I closed my locker and I was ready to head off for my chemistry class.Which I was soo excited about.But no, someone had to kill that tiny bit of excitement I had. I was never a morning person. Scratch that. I was never in a good mood unless I was doing art or chemistry. I was fuelled with anger.

Zack looked at me with his famous smirk. I did not even bother asking what he wanted. It was pretty clear and knowing he wanted to bully me was like gasoline added to my anger. I did not show any ounce of emotion. I gave him a blank stare waiting for him to declare whatever stupid idea he had in mind.

"Hey fag, remember me"

His eyes screamed danger but he didn't know I was close to a walking bomb. He shoved me against the lockers and that's when I exploded.

I saw red, my teeth were grinding against each other with anger and I found myself clenching my fists. The next thing I knew zack was on the floor with his right hand on his cheek. And with all the gasps I heard and the loud disturbing whispers, I was sure of one thing . I was in trouble. I hit Zack. But I didn't care.

I hurriedly picked my books that had fallen down  when Zack shoved me. I walked away really fast knowing if I stayed a little longer our bitchy principle would arrive. I was late for my first class.

I entered and went to my sit but not before noticing how people looked at me. Had they always noticed me?

But I was the school's silent person. They couldn't have.

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I'm getting worse aren't i