Stereotypical

The Misfit

September 22nd

5:00 pm

My headphones were on

They had been utilized in purpose. I could hear my mom yelling in the background, but I couldn't quite make out what the yelling was about. I suppose that's exactly why I put them on. I knew my mom would come bursting through the door any minute and I could pretend I hadn't heard any of the pervious yelling. I slowly tapped my pen to the beat instead of dragging it along the paper. Science was not my strength, especially big projects . I probably should have started the paper sooner but procrastination is key. And with the option to work with a partner, procrastinating wasn't helping. I don't believe in partners, or friends for that matter. Sure they all say connections help along the way but we are only ever going to see these dipshits again at high school reunions. 

This project seemed so simple. There was nothing incoherently difficult about it. Simple and straight forward enough. Even a child would have been able to finish it on time. But here I am, music blasting, and the paper still remained unfinished. 

The argument between my parents went from yelling to full on screaming. I couldn't take it anymore. If I am ever gonna get this paper done I need a quiet place to blast my music. No white noise. But truly more then anything I just want to get away from my parents. 

I rushed over to my window, undoing the lock. Grabbing everything I thought I might need. I didn't feel the need to double check to make sure I had everything. Stepping outside my window on to the dead lavender bushes, I ran to the car. I sped out of the driveway and down the street. 

The library should be a good place to finish this damn pa-

Then it dawned on me, I had forgotten my science paper. 

I can be such an idiot sometimes. 

I start to look through my bag, one hand still on the wheel. Pens, pencils, books... no science paper

Damn it 

I look up and that's when I see her. A biker with their head in the clouds and I am about to crash into them. Panicking I slam on my horn and brakes. 

My brakes aren't working!

She looks up, panic courses through her eyes. Her eyes were the last thing I saw before it all went black. 

Darkness

That is the first thing I saw

Cold

That is the first thing I felt

The freezing air around me seemed to stray me from the fact, I had no idea where I was

Is this a dream

I could feel what seemed like wooden floor boards beneath me, my head ached. 

If that wasn't bad enough I had no idea how I got here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, slowly but surely. The room seemed to be empty, dust filled the air making my lungs hurt. I headed for the door but it was locked. I banged hard but it wouldn't budge. Pushing and pulling did nothing, the sturdy door wouldn't open. 

"Let me out!" I screamed as loud as I could, still banging on the door. Kicking, screaming and banging as hard as I could. 

"Help me!" I screeched, thrusting my whole body against the door. I suddenly felt a warm liquid on my arm. Pain flowed through my body. I was so scared and confused I hadn't even noticed a giant cut on the side of my arm. It wasn't very deep luckily, just deep enough to hurt. I tried to hold back tears, but it was no good. The salty tears overcame me in a sweep of emotions. I tried to remember how I'm the world I had gotten here. But my mind was blank. I started to shake uncontrollably. I tried to scream again but nothing came out. I reach out to feel my surroundings. I let out a gasp in pain from my arm. 

I feel something. A piece of the floorboard was broken. I pulled on it as hard as I could. The force of it braking knocks me back. Sudden anger and strength come over me. I slam the piece of sharp wood into the door repeatedly. Then I see it. Light. A crack in the door. I punch and kick at the crack attempting to destroy the door, creating a big enough hole for me to crawl through. Without a second thought I race out the door, my eyes dilating at the flickering light. Running down the hallway with out a second thought. 

When I hear a faint scream.