LIVING FOR A PURPOSE

I'M SHAWN

Another day of being alone, another day of school.

"I don't wanna get up." I whispered starring at the ceiling.

"I hate school." I pushed myself up out of bed and stroll to the bathroom.

"My piss wakes me up again. Is this what every dude goes through are is it just me."

I stood over the toilet releasing everything.

"Of course it's just me, I'm an abomination afterall."

That's how it is every morning, I wake up then comment on how much of an unnecessary peasant I am then do my morning chores before leaving for school. I'm not much of a cook so my evil step mother does the cooking which always makes me late. She wakes up 6 oclock because her daughter's school is not far and bell rings at 8 which my school begins at 7:30, so check that up. More than half an hour to cook, 15 minutes eating, five more minutes for tea, five minutes to get ready and 1 hour from my home to school. If your good at math you'd realize at that pace I usually am late unless I skip breakfast there's no way I'll ever make it to school early.

"Shawn want any breakfast?" She asked.

"Nope"

That's how our conversation are, very short we've never had a conversation that last for more than 1 minute....unless we're arguing.

I walked into my dads room and began combing my hair.

"Dad, lunch money" I grabbed his pants off the chair and threw it on him. As I combed my hair he searched the pants and took out my lunch money and handed it to me. I took the money and exited the room. My dad's relationship with me is not as close as most families. I bearly see him and even when I see him he doesn't mumble much sense well unless he's drunk.

I took up my bag which looked like it escaped a brutal battle with a coyote, took my earphones, my phone, put on my shoes then left.

"Later" I said as I leave.

"Aite later" dad answered. It's become a pattern, everyday for the last 4 years we've said that everytime I'm leaving.

I have this neighbour whose house is right across the road. A girl lives there with her family, we've know each other since we were kids, babies even, yet I don't feel close to her at all. I guess we became distant ever since we began highschool. I'm mostly at falt, since my class is less educated than hers I kind of find it hard to even talk to her. Our school is called FERNCOURT. Each letter in the name is a class for each grade. I'm in 11th grade, 11N and she's in 11F. See the gap, her classroom in my eyes are filled with Gods, sure they are regular students but I just can't see them that way. Trying to talk to them is also suicide, they're words are deadly only Gods can do that.

"Hey, M.s Havlin is Neika here?" I stopped seeing Neika's mother sweeping the yard.

"She just left, why do you always let wifey leave before you. A nerd like you should wake up earlier you know." She joked.

"Hehe....yea sorry." I answered Rubbing my head trying to smile covering how hard the word pierced me.

I began to walk and listen my album filled with Eminem. Thinking about it, I ain't a nerd hell no. I don't hate nerds or anything it's just I don't deserve the title. I'm not smart, I don't have confidence in anything I do and I don't have much friends as a matter a fact I don't even wear glasses. Sure I watch anime and watch cartoons but the only reason I watched them is to get better at my drawing skills plus I love fight scenes. I walked mumbling some of the song's verses, I was listening Eminem Bad guy. The wifey thing, its because we've been neighbours since we were babies, we've moved 3 times throughout our life yet still always ended up to be neighbours. I'm starting to think our parents are doing this on purpose. We've also gone to the same elementary school, the same primary school and by some God forsaken miracle we passed for the same highschool, I think the teachers are in on this too, plotting behind our backs.