My feet dangled off the edge of my school's roof. Instead of eating at lunch I would just take the risk and get up there. No horsing around, just me and my thoughts. I glanced to my left, at Central Park. The junior school gym class was going outside for PE today.
"Nice" I thought to myself, "At least they get to be happy"
The truth is that I hadn't been happy in a long time. Ever since I started private school in the seventh grade, life hadn't been the same. Now I may sound like a privileged asshole but I had worked my ass of to get there. I gave up two whole summers and an entire school year, balancing school homework and extra homework just so I could have an opportunity like this.
"Fucking he--"
I was yanked back mid-sentence.
"What the fuck?" I blurted out of habit.
"What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing there on the edge? Were you gonna try to fucking kill yourself again?" It was my best friend Cameron
"Not gonna lie, the thought was there. But I saw the kids and was like, let me not scar these children forever."
"Get your ass back downstairs."
"Fine" I groaned.
