High school: a ppg story

The Boys

Brick:

I rushed out of class, making sure to avoid Queen B. I pushed my backpack straps over my shoulders then dug my hands in the pockets of my jeans. I felt like I could breath again. All I wanted was to avoid Blossom and her sisters. I reached into the side pocket of my backpack and pulled out the guide the principle gave me.

This thing is useless.

I turned it upside down, turned it clockwise and counter clockwise. Nothing. I look up and took a glance around.

Looks like I'm gonna have to go upstairs. Watch out for the room number.

I put the guide away and made my way to the stairs.
This school isn't too big. Not that big at all. Two stories high, one hall wrapped all the way around on the top with a few hall in-between. The bottom floor had the same set up, but on the one big hall that connected to itself, it had a lunch room and front office.
The nurse's office was right next to it.
That's what the guid showed me.

My next class was Algebra 2. I didn't have a problem with math. Solving things is something I actually like doing. Mainly cause I'm the only one, out of my brothers, who has the ability to do so.

Once I got up the stairs, I went left to the 3rd class on the hall and bumped right into Boomer.
"Oof."
We both backed up and I shook my head.
"Boomer!" I looked at him and my brow raised. "Why the hell is your face so red?"
He looked away from me.
"No reason, don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried about a red face."
I hit him in the back of the head lightly.
"Get to class."
He sped off, down the hall.
I entered the classroom and sat in the back, once again.  I knew Butch had to be dreading his next class. He hates sitting and listening. A lot. Especially when it's some old person talking about poetry or numbers and crap like that.

Butch is smarter than he lets on and Boomer knows he's not the brightest out of us, but he is the more "emotional" one. I could never be that brother. Life wouldn't let me and I'm no where near as carefree as them. How could I be?...

I sat back, crossed my arms and kinda drifted off into my own little head space, putting the teacher on mute.

"I'm Mrs. Right, you're Algebra 2 teacher. Today we'll be going over....."

Her voice faded and pictures of me and my brothers floated over my vision. Pictures of little Butch and Boomer.

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Hey guys. Been a while.

So my creative juices have been slowing. I don't know why. Maybe it's cause of quarantine and just being stuck at home bored and watching the same stuff over and over. Idk.
I'm not an experienced weighted, I'm not amazing and all but I am trying. I'm thinking I might switch up what I'm doing. I'm also trying to slow the story down.

More to come. See y'all soon.