If there's anything I hated more than myself and bananas, it would be resuming into this hell hole called college.
I drag my very small bag (which consisted of mostly hoodies, under wear, basketball shorts, anxiety pills and hatred for the world) across the rough pavement of the colleges entrance.
Freshmen looking more nervous than naked mice meandering across the campus, other returning students catching up with their friends and the usual kissing couple by the entrance saying their dramatic goodbyes.
I remember when I first stepped foot into this college, I was a lanky and scrawny as hell fourteen year old child prodigy, who asked if I was lost several times. Now I'm sixteen and still look like shit, but people barely acknowledge my existence except they feel like asking dumb questions like what is the thirty eight billionth digit of pi (I detested pi, it was a very dumb concept) or just bullying in general.
I breeze through the excessive human contact and rush up the stairs that lead to my dorm. A jock and his crew of laughing idiots push past me, and my arm is pushed against the metal railing which hurts like hell. I mumble under my breath and drag my bag wit so much force that the handle rips off and the whole bag tumbled down to the bottom of the stairs, and all of my stuff flying around as it goes.
Yes, this is a fun day.
I take a deep breath and stomp to the bottom of the stairs to grab my stuff.
Clothes, check.
Shorts, check.
Fuck, my underwear.
"Look what we have here," the voice belonging to my mortal enemy says.
Fucking Brett Dun.
"Wow, Miller, nice underwear. It's kinda small though. Perfect size for you."
"Your brain is kinda small."
"Wow, you grew more balls over the break. And what's this? Hmm?" He says, holding up my pills.
Capital fuck.
"Awww, poor Noah has to take his drugs or else he can't survive," he says. "What are these for, by the way? Your smart pills?"
"Your dumb self wouldn't be able to comprehend what they are used for," I say, yanking the small container out of his hand.
His expression changes quickly and he grabs me by my hoodie and slams me against the wall.
"Listen here, kid. You think because you're all smart, you can talk to me like shit? Huh? You think you can use your big words with me and get away with it?"
"I overestimated you. You're dumber than I thought if you can't handle the word comprehend. Lemme use it in dumb terms, you wouldn't be able to understand what they are used fo-" I start, before being rudely interrupted by a punch to my jaw.
Shit, that hurt.
"You thought I was hard on you before, I'm gonna make your last two years of college hell. I promise," he says, spitting on my face.
"Can't wait," I groan, as he drops me to the ground with a thud.
"Oh, and I'm taking your pills. See how you cope without them, smartass."
I groan and lift my self of the ground, cradling my jaw gently. I shove the rest of my stufff in my bag and drag them up the stairs to my dorm room.
I push the door of my dorm open, just to see my stupid roommate sitting in nothing but boxers and tapping away on his phone.I ignore him and walk into the bathroom.
I spit a little blood into the sink and wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
I hate Dun so much I could asphyxiate him.
Asshole.
I sit on the bathroom floor for a while and stare at the browning ceiling for a while. I hated this college, I hated everything.
Apart from Nirvana.
"Yo, Miller what's up?" My dumb roommate yells.
Landon became my roommate last year. We didn't talk much, and all he ever did was eat, play football and have girls over.
All I ever did was wallow in self loathing and listen to very loud music.
I ignored him and stomped to the bathroom, which was way too small in my opinion.
I look at my bruised jaw in the mirror, and cradled it gingerly. I'm gonna need an ice pack for that, I thought to myself.
I stomped out to the room and dropped on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
