One Direction Adopted Me, The Rebel Teen

Plain destruction

"You're fucking crazy!" I heard the not so angelic scream of one of my heroes, Danny Wornsop as I made my way to my shitty school. None of the one direction boys where dropping me off to school anymore. I told them not to. They all started treating me so differently after they found out about my self harm again. I mean it's nice how I can have a conversation with them now, but it's out of sympathy. I know it, they know it, the youtubers know it, my friends know it, everyone knows it. The schools set me up with a bullshit therapist as well. She can get fucked. I'm not talking to her. I'm not crazy.
My music paused suddenly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on, I got a notification saying I had a text. I checked it, Jason.
'1. You're beautiful." He has nine reasons left to convince me to stop. I played my music again and continued my trek to school.
My bag was unusually heavy today, as I had a water bottle filled with vodka, gin and a bit of red wine in it. I figured since schools a bore, why not make it a bit fun? I had made it into the school grounds within minutes and was soon in my warmer form room, sipping on my alcoholic concoction. All my friends knew but no one asked me for any. They all knew the answer would be no. Before long I was feeling dizzy and slightly better about life.
Teachers caught up with what was happening during first Period. They made me watch as they poured my drink away and made me sit outside of pastoral after they had yelled at me for half an hour. They called Niall. I don't know what he said. He's probably pissed.
I had to spend the rest of the day in isolation. I didn't do any work. I just wrote song lyrics in my planner.
Once they realised they told me to stop and do my work, to that I gave them the finger. They then confiscated my planner so I wrote down lyrics in my maths book. I left during lunch to 'get food' and just walked out of the school grounds.
I don't even care anymore, they can do what they want to punish me.
I sat down on a park bench a ten minute walk away from the school and watched the world go by. The once long grass that had recently been cut short was attempting to sway in the breeze, the trees were rocking and the river was flowing as it always was. The world's not going to change because of my actions, unless I drop an atomic bomb or something. I picked up a small stone and tossed it from hand to hand, before skimming it across the water. I started humming the tune to pierce the veil, hold on til may. The world seems so calm, yet there are volcanos exploding and earthquakes happening. Just like me. On the surface I'm fine. If you dig a bit, then there just plain destruction.