Three Years Later
C'mon people, this news was so three years ago. Get over it.
As I walked into third period biology, I ignored the points and whispers, along with the suggestive stares from the boys, and the disgusted looks from the girls. Someone coming out of the entry way bumped me, causing me to flinch and step back before my face collided with their shoulder. "Watch where you're going, freak" they muttered. But before I could retort, they rushed into the crowd of now gathering people near the front of the school.
"Jerk" I mutterd. Could'nt people be have any proper manners?
Taking a seat in the back of the class room, I looked out the window for the next five minutes before students filed in when the bell rang. Just as the teacher came in,three boys trailing in from behind. I didn't bother looking at them, so I just reached into my bag and pulled my ipod out and putt in the head phones, a daily routine for me ever since that dreadful day back in October, three years ago.
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Once the final bell rang, I was only to happy to put my things in my locker and walk down the dreadful steps of that stupid high school. Pasting's High School.
What a stupid name I thought, rolling my eye's and hopping in the driver's seat of my beat up old piece of scrap-metal, and tossed my bag into the back seat. Praying for it to start, I turned the key in the ignition and with a splutter, the engine started. Smiling to myself, I backed out of my parking spot, glad that I was a senior and didn't have to park three streets down like the freshman did, if they even had a car.
As I was driving home, the streets were bad. Traffic at every turn, Homeless people on every corner, and teenage boys with there pants around there ankles, guns visible in some of there belts or back pockets, idly standing around, picking fights, stealing things, selling drugs, and anything you could think of people doing in ghetto neighborhoods like mine.
See, where I lived, people didn't walk alone at night, because if they were to, they would end up on the news the next morning, wrapped in a body bag. Where I lived, people got raped, shot, killed, or kidnapped. In fact, it happened so much, only three out of three-hundred rapes made it to the news, and people thought scarcely of someone selling drugs on the corner of every street. Everyone here was raised to cuss and fight about anything other people did that they didn't like, it was like they didn't know anything else but fighting and how to get a kill shot with a pistol. With the exception of a couple innocent families that only lived here because they couldn't afford anywhere else, and my family, everyone here had a member of their family in prison, or an unfortunate kid that shoots up cocaine daily, or a mother and father that beat their kinds senseless. This is the world I live in, and I hate everything about it.
As I pulled into my drive, I noticed that my dad was still at work, which meant I would have some alone time in the house to tidy up, do my homework, and cook dinner without having someone judge my every move, and badger me until I couldn't take it anymore and left to go take a shower and go to bed, only to have him come into my room drunk, and do things I wished nobody would ever do to anyone.
Sighing, I got out of the car and walked up the steps, when I noticed something taped to the front of the door. As I looked closer, my eye's zeroed in on the big black bold print, when one word caught my attention. My eye's widened slightly as I read over it a couple times, just to make sure I was seeing it right.
'Evicted'
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Sorry, it's short. I know. But oh well, read the next chapter, I think it might get a little bit more interesting. (:
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