The Sky Might Fall (Tony Perry Fan Fic)

Change and Defeat

*Two months Later-Nov12*

"Hey emo freak." Tasha pushed me against one of the lockers causing the lock to jab me in the back.

"ah," i winced in pain.

"Oh did i hurt you? Well maybe you should just suck it up." She smashed me against the locker again.

"You're a pathetic attention seeking whore." She looked me dead in the eyes and smirked, releasing me from her tight grasp. That followed with her slapping me across the face. My hand went straight to my stinging cheek that had already been slapped by June this morning.

She just laughed and walked away but not before turning around and saying something that really got to me.

"Why don't you just die? It would be doing us all a favour." and with that she disappeared into a nearby room.

'Ive tried' i thought to myself.

This is the normal routine, get hateful words spat in my face all day long, bitch slapped, punched, kicked, or anything else you could do to a person without killing them. Its not just Tasha, but her whole 'gang'. Theres around 12 of them that all hang out and bully me. I guess I'm used to it by now. I try not to let their words hurt me anymore since I've heard them so many times but no matter how much i try, they always seem to stab me right where it hurts the most. No matter how small the insult.

Today was a special day though. Today was November 12th which means i would be out of this place within the next day. I kept that thought at the back of my mind to help me get through the day, knowing it would be my last.

I make my way to music class for period one. This was the only class besides art and english that i actually enjoyed. It takes place at the back of the school towards the gym so the instruments don't disturb classes going on around. I walk down the cool corridor, passing a couple of people on the way. When i get to the music room, the whole class just stares at me. Im late. I quietly try to go to my seat without the teacher noticing me but miserably fail.

"Miss. Dreary, " Mr. Henderson, the music teacher spoke out loud.

"Yes, Sir?" I was worried, im always late to this class since i have it first because either my mom holds me up at home or the 'gang' does.

"Care to explain why you are late to my class once again?" he motioned me toward him and i quickly obeyed.

"Im sorry sir, i just woke up late, it wont happen again." He looked at me but not in the eye, at my cheek. I saw his eyes change from annoyance to worry. I looked away so he couldn't see me cheek.

"Sit down." He told me. I thanked him and went to my seat.

About 15 minutes into the class, we finally got to play our instruments. I walked out of the room and went to a small room next to it that had the electric guitars and amplifiers. I locked the door behind me and began to play. I was going to miss this guitar room and this freedom i get, but i know once I'm out of here ill be free.

*Last Period*

"Thats beautiful Max." Miss Silver whispered to me. She knew how much i liked it when she nor i talked much.

"Thank you." I gave her a small smile. I had created a large graffiti style painting using spray paint. It was a portrait of a girl that had a Dia de Muertos (day of the dead) skull painted face. It was by far the best and biggest thing I've ever done. It was on a 60" X 60" Gesso primed canvas. I was actually really proud of it.

"Max, its beyond amazing. You did so well, You should be proud of yourself. I know i am." She gave me a sweet smile.

I was going to miss her. Just having her a a teacher, shes taught me so much.