I find myself riding my bicycle to school the only reason that there could possibly be for a seventeen year old boy riding his bike to school is because my mother simply does not want to buy me a car, let alone take me to school, who has gas money these days Alex?
I am finally riding downhill— the wind hitting my face and causing a well deserve breeze coursing through my shirt that says 'Not as loca as your lover.' Ah I do love my taste in fashion— although my mother hates it and wishes I would wear something that doesn't always involve a black shirt with bold letters on it. She once even begged me to wear something other than my black jeans and red chucks— I told her that I'd do it for a car and I am sure you already know the answer to that question.
The long winding road curves alongside large beautiful trees, and today road is awfully quiet with the wind blowing the chatting leaves in one direction and then another. The wind moving through the trees and next into my brown hair.
It creates a rather ominous feel to it giving that I am the only one on this road.
I bite down my lip— today doesn't feel like any other day.
I finally make it to school in one piece and park my bike in front of the school and I make sure to put a lock on it.
I run up this stares nearly bumping into seven individuals.
"Alex!" Calls my friend Lincoln as I enter the school, I smile as I turn to him, "Did you see the new call of duty that's coming out Link?" I immediately say.
He nods, "I'm asking my mom to get it for my birthday next week." He says while I pack my books in the locker and take out the ones that I do need.
I shrug, "I almost forgot you are finally turning seventeen!" I exclaim as I slam my locker.
He gives me an irritated look. "Well at least I will be young for five more miserable days?" He sulks.
I roll my eyes and nudge him softly with my elbow, "Such a drama queen." I tease.
He says something back but I can't hear him, it's probably a snarky remark but my attention rest elsewhere. It lies on Nita Hunters.
She twirls her long beautiful dark brown hair while she looks at her friends with her lovely pale hazel eyes, she laughs at something that one of her friends said and I am almost envious that I couldn't be the one to make her laugh— I would even settle with a smile. She is so beautiful, so stunning. I often find myself wondering how one person could possibly be so perfect,
her facial expression changes into a frown when she sees Brick Hathaway. I sigh, Brick Hathaway is an absolute bully.
I just can't seem to find a reason as to why Nita would date him. Him of all people, you could date Asher the guitar player or Kristoffer that mean Dutch guy that calls me a "donkey" in his native tongue— I mean literally anyone— and I mean anyone is better than Brick Hathaway.
Brick hugs her tightly and she looks over to me, I almost swear that her eyes are screaming help me! help me! But then again that could be my imagination. I turn back to Lincoln who is talking to Ben.
I greet him with a little nod, "Hey Ben." I say distantly.
"That must be tough." He says as he pushes his glasses up with his index finger.
I shrug, "It's not like I'm in love with her or anything." I lie.
He points his finger up pretentiously, "I have actually read in an article that if a person has a crush on a another person for more than three months, it means that you could possibly be in love." He blurts out.
I shake my head, "What do you know Ben—" I break off when the bell for class interrupts me.
I sigh, "I have math first period." I complain.
"That's nothing— I have math last period." Ben complains as well and topping my complaint with it.
I squint at him, "This isn't a competition you know?" With that being said I wave them both off and walk to class. I bump into Mr Henderson who looks awfully pale and frankly quite sick.
I give him a look, skin incredibly pale— dark circles around his eyes. He is undoubtedly ill so what the hell is he doing at school.
"Go home." I mutter under my breath to myself.
"Mr Ryder." Calls out a voice.
I turn around, "We're waiting for you Mr Ryder." Says a tall sturdy man as he holds the door for me. "And day now." He squints.
I suddenly feel very embarrassed noticing that the hallway is almost completely empty. I shuffle into the classroom, the entire class gives me the eyes and I smile awkwardly at them as I make my way to the desk stumbling over my own feet, when Brick decides to extend his left leg to watch me topple over— his plan succeeds and the whole class burst out into laughter, I quickly turn back to see Brick and sigh because he will never change,"Typical." I mummer while standing up and straightening my black t shirt and trousers.
I sit down stiffly on my chair and look at the surroundings, people still exchanging looks that humiliate me even further. Still laughing and mocking.
Ten or rather twenty minutes goes bye and I and entirely bored out of my mind. Mr Olive talks and talks, he tries his utmost best to try an explain the equation to Brick and the others, mostly Brick.
I can't take this boredom any much longer—
I raise my hand, Mr Olive lifts his brow up already knowing what I want to ask. "Go." He orders and I immediately hop out of my seat.
Give a little look at the class— and walking out of the cold classroom. Strolling down the hallway, with hands in my pockets— and one could say I am having the time of my life. Out of that stuffy and yet freezing classroom and out into the hallway still cold but not stuffy at all.
I can't wait to get to college so I don't have to put up with these bullies any much longer— my cousin told me that it doesn't matter whether you are a dork or a weeb or even a normal person— they just don't bother with you at college and I cannot wait.
I abruptly come to a holt as my eyes become larger to find Nita standing over a body.
