Last chance

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Seth
I sit at a table with Roman and Dean and I feel a familiar sick feeling flowing through my body. It's not rare I turn up to school extremely hung over, I normally get drunk because my life is pretty shit. My parents don't love each other and are also pretty homophobic which is just what I need, I'm bisexual but not many people know because I don't think I could deal with any more jocks beating me senseless. Roman and Dean try to help but they never can, they always just end up getting themselves beaten up too. I look up at Dean and he just weakly smiles at me, he's never been the reassuring type, that's more Romans' skill.
"Dude Seth how about we go out tonight? Go skating or something, we can grab some shit from the store and you guys can both stay my round mine. Both my parents are in Miami so it'll be fine."
I look up Roman Who's now smiling at his brilliant idea.
"Yeah sure, but no alcohol. I think I'll be sick if I drink another stongbow..."
"Fair enough mate."
Dean slapped my shoulder as he stood up.
"I'll see you both around later, got to go for my detention."
"See ya."
Then it was just me and Roman, my nausea grew stronger as Roman pulled out his tuna sandwich's.
"Dude really, Tuna?"
"It's all we had, sorry."
I try to focus on anything but the stink of tuna, I spot the door swing open and a girl walk in with the headteacher. Her face scattered in bruises and shes wearing a heavy leather jacket covering her arms, she's got orange hair but with dark roots and she looks just how I feel. The jocks would've swarmed her if not for Mr.Weasel standing by her side, he said something to her but I couldn't quite catch it because the hall was so loud. I looked in the direction of Roman and when I looked back she was gone.
"Dude I've been talking to you for a good ten minutes..."
"Well I've been trying not to be sick, Ro those sandwich's honk."
"Sorry...anyway what you got last?"
"Fucking chemistry, save me..."
"At least you haven't got french!"
"Remind me again why you took french?"
"I don't fucking know Seth, I wish I did."
I chuckled softly so not to gain the attention of any of the other tables, I don't need that today. Roman pulled out a corn beef pasty and I felt my stomach turn.
"I'm gonna be sick."
I placed my hands over my mouth as I rushed to the bathroom, I took a wrong turn and ended up by the disabled toilets I knocked on the door.
"Please hurry, I think I'm going to be sick."
I got no response just a angry grunt from the other side I took a step back when the door swung open and the girl from earlier walked out. I stepped in but stopped in my tracks when I saw a needle in the bin, it made me feel even more sick so I closed the door and chucked up all the alcohol I had consumed in the last 48hrs.

I walked out of the bathroom after I ensured I felt fine, I saw some of the dickheads on my way out and they just looked at me funny, I quickly slipped past them and into the bustling corridor. I made my way through the crowd and towards Chemistry, I'm late as always and Mr.Waters just gives me a disapproving glare.
"There's no free seats, ah wait. Next to Rebecca."
Her eyes grew alerted when the teacher said her name, she glared angrily at me and chucked her bag to the floor because it had been previously placed on the stool I now have to sit on, she even moved her stool as far away from mine as possible. She angrily shoved her earphones in and pulled down the sleeves of her leather jacket so that you could only see her hands.
"Alight class welcome to another year of chemistry! Most of you are resits or new kids so let's get started, today we'll be doing atomic mass."
The teachers voice droned on and I started to get distracted, this is probably why I failed last year. I spend more time looking around the room and reading the posters than I do actually paying attention. My attention is caught by the drawing 'Rebecca' is doing it's a young girl and it looks pretty normal until she moves her hand and I see she's drawn a gun against the small girls head. She catches me looking and swiftly closes her art book, I feel my cheeks flush red and I try to pay attention to what the teacher is saying. I hear the faint sounds of guns and roses coming through her headphones and I feel myself slowly start to nod along to the rhythm, but when she notices I'm doing it she stops the music. Grabbing all her stuff shoving it into her bag and leaving.
"Excuse me Miss Quin, Stop Right there!"
She continued walking and even shoved a middle finger up at him, she's definitely got more balls than everyone in this class that's for sure.