Why Would I Change?

Hell

I absolutely detest school. Its loud, and the people are disgusting. It's even worse when someone does something stupid that rewrites the entire day, like when some random guy named Jason In my 3rd period left for the bathroom. He then tried burning the school to the ground. He should've used TNT. That would've gotten me out of listening to mother's emotional baggage, and father's drunk rambles.

Luckily, today have been going smoothly, and nobody have been acting like an  asshole. Lunch was mediocre like usual. Chicken tenders with a side of mac and cheese (the only reason to live) As I sit down at the table next to the window with a view of the garden that the foods room uses. The table is also next to the exit, so that mean a quick escape from the hellhole that is the M.U.R. 

After finding  some will to live (devouring that damn mac & cheese), I headed back out to my safe space, the tree. As I pull out all of the work I need to finish, a familiar feeling of deja vu as I looked up to the long coils of red hair and the same damn smile that interrupted my morning.

"Hey again, is it still fine if I sit with you?" Her voice sounded optimistic, and a bit childish.

"... Sure."

She again sat in the same spot and pulled out headphones and her phone. We both quickly got engaged in our own activities, and we almost didn't hear the bell. As we got up she waved then left off toward the choir room. She's confusing, like why is she sitting with me, and I don't even know her name! Man, people are weird.

 I walked over to the foods room, my favorite class. It's a class that is the definition of controlled chaos. We learn new recipes, and make mistakes, but the class is mostly just following simple instructions. It's. A great stress reliever in this unpredictable purgatory. Today we learned how to make quiche, a culinary masterpiece.

Math wasn't so well though. As soon as I stepped in, my math teacher starts his usual waterfall of praise. It's so annoying. He does this every day, and he's the only part on my daily routine that I truly hate. After 40 painfully slow minutes, the bell finally rang and I finally escaped from the constant disruptions during class. I started walking towards my house after I went to pick up the quiche (best food ever) from the foods room so I can eat something that is actually edible. I walked into the house surprised to see that my parents already started their after school fight. Great.

While walking up the stairs, my mother noticed me trying to avoid their yelling and ran over and immediately started talking. I just ignored it and walked in my room. I'm getting tired of this BS. When I shut the door, my mother started half crying half yelling that I am a horrible child and I should just, uh, k my ass... yeah. After 20 minutes use stopped and left. I got to work on my history and math work, which went until 5 when I ate my quiche. With nothing else to do, I resorted to music. 

I laid on my bed to a solid 4 hour staring at the same spot on my ceiling, and wondering if I'll even change anything in this cruel world. Even though this is the time of day when I get my daily suicidal thought, the peace is nice. I wish life was always this calm. But one can only dream. Around eight-ish I saw a figure outside my window. That's cool. Wait, I'm on. The second floor, what the hell? I rubbed my eyes, and it was gone as suddenly as it came. It's official, I'm seeing things. This world really is cruel.

Hola. This chapter took me 3 hours, but somehow I only got another small chapter. I'm gonna go cry in a corner after this. But it's fine because I finally have access to a device that lets me watch The Click, so yippee refer :) Anyway, my two songs I recommend are Slingshot by Good Kid, and Marceline by Vista Kicks. Bye now, I need to focus on doing my laundry. Stay safe.  -Jay