Tweek's POV:
I finally finished up my breakfast and got ready to leave. I double checked everything like usual: "bag... notes... computer... at least one working pencil... paper..." I got everything! Just like I left it yesterday...
I almost NEVER do homework. My medication is mostly for my ADHD. I have the worst time remembering things. As they say, "Out of sight, out of mind." But in a bad way.
I walked out to my car and drove my way to school. Most people would think "don't you drive your friends?" But it's different. Most of my friends are gone... NOT DEAD... but out of my life.
I got to school and it was a normal Tuesday morning. All of the girls were chatting, Stan's gang was getting into some kind of trouble, and there they were. The people who hate me most.
CRAIG
TOKEN
THOMAS
CLYDE
and JIMMYI pulled up to park and got out. Craig had looked directly at me as soon as I exited the vehicle.
His eyes said "I will end you" at first. But they slowly shifted to a more regretful and guilty gaze. He stared for about five seconds then looked back at his friends who were at least what it looked like, were talking about something exciting.
I wonder what they are planning...
YOU ARE READING
The Incident
NonfiksiTweek Tweak has been living a nice life. No one to fear, no one to fight. Until The Incident (Cover art of story is not mine. Credit goes to the original artist)