The Scars Beneath.

Chapter 6: Human, am I?

Ryan

I mutely lay still on my bed gawking at the blindingly bright street light, awaiting sleep to take over me. My fingernails dug into my palms as I distracted myself to deter any thought from invading my mind. Good, bad, ugly, I wanted nothing to stir my mind at 2:03 AM. (or at least that's what my phone said before it died out a few minutes ago.) The room sickeningly stank of cigarettes. My bag was lying in the corner with all the books strewn around on the floor. The contents of my drawer scattered on the study table. I did all that. I did all that because I was looking for my lighter. I squeezed my nails further into my palm as a thought entered my mind even after I had been trying to shut it for the past few hours.

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"We are going to do a group work today since that seems to be an exceptional way of using your unimaginably small brain cells and keeping them alive."

Shit!

Mrs Laura climbed up the platform with some effort and wrote 'CIVICS: TEAMWORK!!!' on the blackboard. The chalk made a screeching noise as she put her entire body weight on the unfortunate blackboard while writing those few letters. She turned around to call out the groups of three according to roll order. There was nothing new about the groups in the History and Civics classes. They stayed the same from when she became our teacher for those subjects due to the mere reason that our roll numbers stayed the same unless anyone new joined the class. I was always in the group with these two shit head bitches called Jessica Francis and Elizabeth Das.

They were horrible for their unique reasons. However, let me focus on something else right now. For example, how my textbook is probably lying torn at some part of my house. Or how my non-existent copy is, well, non-existent. Or how I have been carrying cigarettes in my supposed-to-be pencil bag these days. Or maybe how the only rough copy I've been using has swear-words written all over it. Now, as I said, those two are bitches. They will probably want to tear a middle page to jot down points but 'accidentally' open the last page and, 'Ta-da! Welcome to the place where you shouldn't fucking be!' None of this has ever happened, though. I'm just stupidly running all the possibilities in my head instead of finding out 'how to immediately erase my existence' or something.

However, before I could get up and ask Mrs Laura if I could be excused to the washroom, each of my hands was held back by two other pairs.

"Ry, what's taking so long?" Elizabeth demanded as she thumped her books on my desk. She clumsily grabbed a chair and brought it close to my desk, and took her place. While my fucking mind was preoccupied with itself, I not only missed what this 'group work' shit was all about but also stupidly couldn't fucking get out of the class, and now this fucking bitch dares to come here with her melodrama? Before I could convey my rage, though, I saw Jessica carry her chair all over to my place. That probably was what took her so long.

"Hey, sorry. I'm late. Let's start." She said, simultaneously panting.

"As always. So Madam Late-Cate walks in whenever she likes and starts ordering her little dwarfs around. Who the hell do you think you are? Keep your stinking self out of my sight, understand?" Jessica said, widening her eyes so much that it looked like she was almost emptying them into Elizabeth's face.

"Shut up! I don't want to be with your worthless self any more than you want to be with me. So let's get this done fast." Jessica did not seem to like Elizabeth's quick retort. However, this very entertaining and noisy drama was a bit too much for my already wrecked brain. So, before Jessica could slam the book that she had raised higher than her height, I grabbed it from her hand.

Before she could react to my action, I crashed the book loudly on the desk. A bit too loudly for my advantage. The noise made the entire class immediately go silent and turn towards the three of us. All their eyes were boring holes on my back which blocked them from seeing my face. Jessica stood up and grabbed the book from my hand. She then pushed me hard with her other hand. At least she tried to.