Butch:
I was mumbling to myself. Profanities of course.
Why'd I get stuck with that cat-eyed witch in first period? And why did first period have to be P.E.? Everyone knows it's best to have P.E at the end of the day.
It helps me calm down before heading home and spending a very crazy night of not doing anything.
I rolled his eyes, then shook my head in aggravation, shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans.
I took a left and lifted my head to see if I was actually even heading in the right direction.
Yep.
I had English, which was the door on the right side of the hallway, just next to where I stood in the hall.
The loud frickin' hall.
My brothers actually didn't know that I was a fan of English.
And they never would!
Just the near thought of them finding out that reading and writing were a form of therapy for me was embarrassing.
Don't get me wrong! I'm not soft, or nice in any way. But I do feel a bit more human when diving into all that stuff.
I shook my head. Tried to snap out of it.
Enough Butch. You are a tuff guy, a badass! Start thinkin like it...you don't need to be normal...or liked.
I pulled out my schedule.
1st: P.E
2nd: English
3rd: Chemistry
I had first lunch. Thank snails. I couldn't wait any longer to eat.
4th: Art
I felt the urge to puke. I sucked at expressing myself and I sucked just as bad at drawing and painting and sculpting and what not.
Art class was for softies.
People who were actually comfortable with letting people inside their head.
I entered English class, dreading the rest of the day.
I looked around for an empty seat and only found one. An empty desk sat next to a girl with long blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, fair skin.
I gulped but quickly shook off whatever that disgusting feeling was, put on a hard face and walked over to the empty desk. Slumping in my desk, I crossed my arms over my chest. The girl was still staring at me. Maybe I can scare or offend her into leaving me alone.
I turned my head quick, glaring at her.
"What?!"
She jumped a little but smiled anyway.
"Hi," she said softly, "I'm Amelia.."
Oooof.
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