INSATIABLE

THE HALLWAY

 "Looks like you're on time honey," my mum said but to me. I to me was late I did not want to go through the hustle and bustle of passing through the crowded hallways so I normally get to school earlier. 

I alighted from the car, waving my mom as she drives off probably to Starbucks to make up for that ten minutes she just had to be late for. 

Shaking my head with a slight smile on my face I turn around to plug my earpiece into my phone so I can listen to my music if I was to go through all that hell in the halls. Taking a deep breath and turning to face the entrance "Let the games begin".

Making my way towards the school observing it like I have done thousand times over. The building itself was complex with red bricks used to design it. The sign of the school, which could be found smack dab in the middle of the quadrant read, "Mount High; the home of Eagles." they should have rather written something much more honest like "Mount High, the home of vultures." now that, would have been a more befitting name.

I am not popular, don't do any sport and definitely not interested in any council, my grades could speak for themselves. I am a typical student who just wants to pass through high school finish then get to College or maybe take a gap year to see the world. 

As I walk through the school hallway I keep to myself, minding my own business.

 I don't turn to greet anyone and no one attempts to do so. I may seem like a loner and I am one but I know what is going on in this school and in fact, the whole town. 

You see as long as it benefitted them they were okay with it. And if you were naive enough to believe every single person in this town then you really were a fool.

 Everyone has their own issues and finding solutions to them mattered so much so, that they put their heart, body and soul into making sure that the outcome at the end of the day was a win for them and if you where caught in the crossfire then you were left to die I would know this. But in a way, I understood them, after all, I am also human.

And for the lucky few that were actually good people who and where never caught in the crossfire, well that's what they are only a lucky few.

Under the stairs bullying and making ridiculous growling sounds at some poor kid on the first day back to school were the one and only Mike O'Brien and his group of nincompoops who seem to follow his every command like a group of headless chickens it was atrocious. 

He was a nice kid growing up until seventh grade where he started developing muscles and getting the attention of people and it's not entirely his fault. 

It's his way of forgetting and getting rid of the weakness in him to be assured that he is on top and that nothing can hurt or touch him and he knew no one would dare say anything even if they did it was not going to rear any harvest he was invincible as should be or so he thinks.

The pressure from being looked up to by his football mates and not really knowing who or what he would be without the attention and needing to always be on top and let's not forget his father. 

The one and only Sam O'Brien a self-made billionaire who is also my mums boss this man who to the world looks like he has achieved it all seems to have a thing or two for the motels on the other side of town. 

His mother Kaithln O'Brien is a kind woman who is the epitome of the term "a perfect wife" she organizes almost all the charities in the town. After quitting her job to become a stay at home mum.

I said she was kind, but not an angel she has her own skeletons which, I would rather not touch on though she doesn't know of her husband's travels or mayhap she does but refuses to acknowledge the fact I guess her illusions are good enough.

With parents who refuse to acknowledge the fact that nothing is perfect and that staying together does more harm than good, he needed an outlet craved the pain of others who are "less than him" don't blame him he does not know any better.

As I walk through the hallway I don't turn to look at the group of four girls laughing over whatever new gossip it was that they had gotten their hands on, nor the group of rowdy boys hyping up one of their mates for reasons known only to them. 

It was all predictable from the girl with a pained expression on her face trying to get a glimpse of the boy being bullied for whom she has had a four-year crush on knowing she can't do anything to help or stop what was going on because that's how it all works. 

To the two boys behind her talking about some virtual game, they had played over and over again. The same conversation at the same time at the same place.

I didn't turn to see the group of kids who were whispering about a topic I knew all too well or the couple in the corner who can't seem to make up their mind on whether or not the wanted to stay together or break up considering the number of times they had broken up and made up during the break. 

Like I said they are all predictable almost laughable and maybe it's time for a change my mum did say that she wants me to try new things. 

So why not? I could already feel the smirk growing on my face, after all, a little meddling never hurt anybody and I know just who to start from with music blasting in my ear, I turned around to observe the bullying scene.