Broken Pieces

Chapter 1

Alexander's POV:

Today couldn't get worst. I was currently completing my late homework during lunch, basically I had a lunch detention. Not my fault, I lost the task sheet of the homework, well it's technically my fault but let's pretend it isn't. This stupid English homework is hard as hell, can't even complete a sentence. I've been sitting down and just dazing off into my own world, thinking of so many things, one of them being on how to kill myself so I wouldn't suffer from this shit joke I call school.

"Mr. Anderson," I heard Ms. Johnson call out my name, I rolled my eyes and looked up at her, "You do know you have to complete this by the end of lunch or else I'll have to contact your parents." She stated, chewing on her apple. I hope she chokes on it.

"You do know that I don't really give a fuck." I mumbled, going back to writing, or more like doodling, I wasn't in the mood, at all, and I really hope she heard me, bitch deserves it.

"What was that, Mr. Anderson?" She asked me, throwing her half eaten apple away. She eats too much apples, I'm surprised she haven't turned into one.

"Nothing." I replied, actually writing my name on the sheet of paper on my notebook, score beginning to work and get this over with, I'm now down for another lunch detention tomorrow, especially on Friday's, which is tomorrow.

Fifteen minutes past and lunch was over, I stood up and closed my notebook after showing the teacher my work, I made up everything, I'm surprised she haven't noticed.

I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder as I held my notebook in my hand, I walked out and to my locker seeing my best and only friend, Brandon, leaning against my locker.

"Hey dude." He greeted me, leaning off as I unlocked my locker. Brandon's been my best friend since second grade and now, we're in twelfth grade, eleven years.

"Hey man," I sent him a smile as I gathered my stuff for my next class, Biology. The worst class of all, "What's up?" I asked, running a hand through my hair as I closed my locker and faced him.

"I was wondering," He trailed off, I gave him a questioning look, what was he up to now? Oh god, "If you wanna skip school and head off for lunch?" He asked me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No." I shook my head, didn't he just have lunch? While I suffered lunch detention for not completing my homework who probably half the class didn't do it, but it's fine, teachers always tend to hate me.

"Why not?" Brandon playfully whined, I gave him a 'are you serious' look before walking away, and he eventually caught up with me, stopping me in my tracks as he grabbed my arm.

"Let go, I've got class to go to." I muttered, pulling my arm away from his grip. Brandon rolled his eyes.

"Fine then, I'll go to McDonald's on my own then, have fun in class." Brandon smirked, I sighed heavily and turned around. Who would say no to McDonald's?

"I hate you." I groaned, Brandon gave me a huge smile before slinging his arm around my shoulder and patting it as we made our way out of school.

Ten minutes later, we reached heaven, aka, McDonald's, if my idiot of a mother knew I was skipping class, I'd probably get my ass kicked, but again, I always do, especially from my, cunt of a father.

I got out of Brandon's car as he did the same, locking the car before we walked to the entrance, "I'm starving." He rubbed his stomach, opening the door as we walked in.

"You literally just had lunch man." I chuckled, sitting down at a booth near the window, I always sit next to a window when at a restaruant or an airplane or a car, I always feel more comfortable.