The Lost Boy

Depressed

"Why does everyone hate me?" I said as I silently rode my longboard to school. I passed some people I knew and said a casual hi or gave them a high five. I finally arrived at the gate for school and waited, placing my school bag on the worn-down fence. "Hey ____ wanna play a game of tackle football?" My 6th grade 'Friend' asked. "Sure" I said as I caught the ball. After a few touchdowns, the gate-guy (nobody knows his name) opened up the gate. As everyone walked into school, I seemed left behind. I grabbed my bag and my board and headed to school. "Time for another horrible day at hell."

As everyone flooded the cafeteria, drowning the silence with a flood of noise, I silently slipped out the side door to the courtyard, where I can hang out around the band room without being bothered with my friends. I tried to avoid contact and knocked on the band-room's door. As always, my blonde haired friend, Caleb, was practicing his clarinet. Everyone ships me with him. He opened the door and asked “You here to practice your trombone?" I shook my head and reminded him it was AC day, so periods 1-4. He nodded and we sat and listened to his practicing. As we got carried away, my girlfriend knocked on the door and I got up to get it. “Hey ___." I gave her a quick hug and said hi. Then unfortunately the homeroom bell rang.

~~Time Skip~~
After school I walked my longboard off campus. As soon as I was, I started riding it. As soon as I did I got a text. It was from my friend Bryce.

Bryce: Hey ____, why did you get mad at that dude, that wasn't freaking fair. .

Me: Well sorry for trying to protect you. You're an idiot!

I deleted his contact and kept riding. A few minutes later, I got a text from my girlfriend.

Her: Why did you yell at Bryce!!

Me: You know what, I'm tired of being mistreated, do you honestly care more about him than me? We're done.

I also deleted her contact and rode away while trying to fight back tears. I felt bad and once I got home I fell on my bed and silently cried onto my pillow.