More than Adoption

Detention

"I'm giving all you annoying children ten minutes to finish this task and then we shall move on" says Mr Thompson, my physics teacher.
"Time starts now".

Once he leaves the room nobody bothers actually doing their work. They all gossip about stupid events or cause unnecessary arguments. They don't care and don't bother because they have me, Zack, the smartest guy in our whole grade to copy their work from. Who could blame them.

I don't have any friends here. I'm always alone and extremely quiet. My shyness is the worst part of me. It stops me from doing a lot of things.

I'm not the most interesting person but I am pretty smart. Physics is my favourite subject because it's my greatest strength. I love astronomy. Learning about everything up in space while I'm stuck on Earth with all the messed up people. Kind of sucks but oh well. When I'm older I would love to be a successful astronomer and work for NASA. People think I'm being insane but I really hope I can prove them all wrong.

Hope. I'm on and off when it comes to that.

As I proceed to finish my task, I feel something hard kick the centre of my back. Another kick. They keep coming and I'm confused. I then realised that some idiot stuck on a "kick me" sign on the back of my hoodie.

"Sorry nerd. Don't take it personally. It's all a joke bro" Asher smirks.

Asher is that really popular, sports guy that every dumb girl likes because he is "hot" and stuff. I don't see what's so attractive when that all he does is make people feel bad about themselves. The madness drives me insane sometimes.

Ever since I came to this crap school Asher has always picked on me. I don't know whether he sees me as a threat or if he just naturally doesn't like me. Either way there will always be a tiny reason to shout me out in the hallway and humiliate me in front of all his zombie friends. As long as I don't do anything bad back, I'm innocent and he really has nothing to hold against me.

"Seriously mate, a kick me sign. What year are you living in?" I'm good with comebacks but I'm a nice person so I take that for granted.

"Must be the same year your old shoes were made" his zombie friends laugh.

"My shoes are appropriate. There is nothing wrong with them. My parents spend a lot on my shoes and I take good care of them unlike you. I find it a bit stupid that you're insulting my belongings when I haven't done anything to you." I fold my arms.

He walks towards me, clenching his fists.

"Call me stupid one more time, Zenchez, and I will hurt you in ways that haven't been invented yet" his face goes red. I have successfully embarrassed him.

"I'm not saying you're stupid. I was trying to say that what you're doing isn't making any sense. I'm not trying to pick a fight. I'm just trying to say that I know you've been struggling with a lot of subjects and I think if you worked a bit harder, you might get the good grades you deserve" I give a dorky smile.

"Just shut up man. I expect you to show me respect because I'm the best player on the soccer team that represents this school. You should be thanking me." He sits and waits for his imaginary thank you.

"You know what, Zack freaking Zenchez? Just do everyone here a favour and just immigrate back to your stupid, posh British country. Oh wait, I'm sorry for being so stupid again and forgetting that your blood family ditched you to live a happier life without you. You don't have a family bro. You're adopted and unwanted" he gives a bigger victorious smile.

I don't cry. I go angry. I clench my fists, wanting to punch his annoying face so hard. Before I can make the first move, Asher already sends his fist flying at my jawline.