"in the end, in not the years in your life that count, it's the life in your years." A quote from Abraham Lincoln. I've tried living by that quote. I've tried to put as much life into my years as I can, but at 15 im still getting dragged into little kid birthday parties and Disney movies instead of parties at teen girls houses and rated R movies. Isn't this the time I should be a bad kid? Though, I doubt fighting and dating is in my favor since I've been getting beat by anyone that feels like it since I was little, but I'm still pretty small. Dad, mom, random kids on the streets, school nerds even, all wanted to punch or hit or scream at me. God how I wish I could get anyone, even a guy to think I'm hot and worthy of their attention. I bat my eyes, staring out the window of the class, the drop down is far, maybe I'd get some sort of attention if I justed- "Quincē James! Are you listening?" Mrs. Adrams screams. "Mhm" I mutter, I don't look in her direction, it will only show that I wasn't paying attention. "Then, what is 13a × 4a + (67b - 43y)" Mrs. Adrams says smartly, like 8th graders math is hard.
"52a + (67b - 43y)" I say Cooley.
She scoffs, "fine Mr. James, continue your reflection of life how about?" I push my face farther into my palm as to hide away from everyone. My muffled voice responds before she begins her lectures about math again "I'll do just that."
"Bing ding dong"
The Bell crows through the quiet halls and classes, which are not so quiet now.
I rub my eyes a start to pick my things up when suddenly everything I have spills to the floor with one powerful blow from someones hand. I continue looking down at the text books and note books. I hear the laughing of the group of guys standing in front me, this really doesn't bother me, but I won't say that, I know where it gets me and I'm not stupid. I just wish my life wasn't so much like a high school mean girls movie. "Heyyy Mr. James~" I know that voice. I look up for the first time to confirm my suspicions. Yup, good old Callum Jennifer, a brown eyed gorgeous guy, with a record of almost all girls he can lay eyes on. Of course he's not perfect, because the weak are nothing to him, and if you can't give him anything of interest, then you aren't a interest to him. "Well hello there mr. Jennifer" I said in a totally not sly voice. Uh oh. I don't think he liked that. But he could totally be glaring at me like I murder his family in one slash in front of him for a completely different reason. "Well aren't you feeling a bit cocky hmm? How about I drag your face in the ground?" Hm. Well to be honest I'd probably survive better being dragged by him then the usual. Butttt....I won't take my chances. "no, how about no hands are thrown. Or atleast not in my direction?" I close my eyes as to hopefully not receive a hard hit. But all I hear is scoffs and laughs. I open my eyes in astonishment. Are they not going to hit me? What's happening? Are they tricking me? Seriously what's happening? My panicked eyes are obvious and Callum burst out in laughter. "Have fun little quin quin but watch you back" he walks backward out of the class booing and laughing. I. Can't tell if he's taking advantage of my paranoia or serious but I won't take any chances. I carefully pick my books up and had to lunch. Alone.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Come Lets Watch The Clouds
Romancea teen boy just trying to survive high school and parents while keeping his dignity. Hes in love with his highschool bully and his childhood friend, and both are far from his reach.
