Different But Broken

Chapter 19 • I Don't Know How But Kill Me Now!

I slipped my earphones up on my left sleeve and up towards my wrist and I made it sit comfortably in the palm of my hand. I had nothing to do at the time so I took out a book and I started making notes of some of the stuff Mr Lotchsky was writing down on the Smart Board.

I got bored with writing notes so I sidetracked and I doodled on the page.

Don't you hate it when your texting a long message to someone and they just reply with "K"? Like I took five minutes of my life- that I could have used to tell my children on my deathbed where the Chipotle secret recipe was hidden so now all they're going to hear is 'Its under the...>dies<'- so that you could get the information that you deserve but your lazy self just says "K".

What does "K" mean any way? Did you know that K is potassium on the periodic table of elements? So that means that they're either asking me to give them some potassium for breakfast or they're trying to kill me by feeding me a lot of bananas because of the high amount of potassium they contain. I should be the one killing them! I'll go and feed them to the hungry sharks because sharK has a "K" in it.

Hehe, banana...

Like honestly, if your gonna send me a message like that, you might as well be as useless and the 'ch' in yacht. I'm just saying...

Who knew? The Foetus is actually a man. So that means that Alex has to be Grandpa and Dylan has to be Gummy Bear. Don't ask me why. Its my brain and I shall nickname anyone what I want. And plus, what is older than an uncle, and is not your father?

After a few songs, long minutes that seem like hours, the bell rang. I got my stuff and I started walking down the hall. My wrist was then pulled which forced me to turn around and crash into the person's chest.

"Gosh Dylan, how many times will you keep doing this. Like seriously, I'll end up breaking my nose." I then looked up to see that the person was actually Alex. "What do you want?"

"A few apologies."

"For what?"

"First of all, breaking my ass, second, for punching my stomach and last of mistaking me for that idiot."

"Go eat a raspberry, you'll feel better about yourself."

"I don't even like raspberries."

"Me too, now let go." I whined

"Apologise."

"Forget that." I harshly poked his stomach and he jerked back causing his grip to loosen I then ripped my hand out of us grasp. "Have a very good day." I ran to my next class, Business Management.

Its a real pain in the back because I have a hell of a lot of classes to go to other than the normal highschool senior. I have no other choice than to take the chef course not only because I love cooking, but also because it's a cover up on who I am. People must not know who I am because its going to drag more attention to me than I already have. I don't want people to know that I'm Gregory David Skye's step daughter and Denise Naomi's Skye's biological daughter. In the business world they are really famous as well in the social world because of the aircraft Skye Industries produces.

I also have to take the pilot and business management route because I have to have some or other highschool experience to get into the business. I'm already working as an Risk Management intern, that's why I go to some meetings to prove my dedication to the company. I might not be 18 yet but hey, who cares?