Troubles
Lunch
By lunch, I'm still full. Well, not full, but at least not hungry. I can easily get by until early dinner, so I simply refill my water bottle in the bathroom and then sit down next to the other guys.
“Fuck, I'm so bored!” Ray practically screams before he slams his head on the table. His fro bounces.
“I a-fucking-gree,” Bob says and settles down in the seat next to me with a tray filled with foods. I will my eyes away from the gorgeous sight and only breathe through my mouth.
“Wanna go see a movie after school?” I keep staring at Ray's fro to keep my attention off of Bob's mountain of food. It's unfair that he's so large and sturdy that he needs that much food just to keep him going. I'm tiny and scrawny. I could survive on a lollypop.
Dammit. Now I want a lollypop.
“Why wait until school's finished? Why not just skip?” Mikey says indifferently. He surprises me by saying it, but when Gerard sits down at the end of the table, my pondering over what made Mikey say that is over. Even though Gerard is a charity-geek, he hates school.
“Skip what?”
“School.”
“Cool,” Gerard simply answers. He doesn't even wanna know why or for what. He's a horrible influence on Mikey.
“Movies?” he asks, before he takes a huge bite out of his delicious sandwich. I look down and play with my water bottle while I stick a hand in my pocket to feel for change.
“Of course.” I have 4 dollars in cents. 1 dollar away from a session with my favorite girl. I can't waste that.
“Cool. Let's meet outside in 5, then,” Ray says and gets to his feet.
“I'm just gonna go toss my bag in my locker and make out with Christy like I promised, then the bus will be going.” The bus is Ray's car. He basically considers it public transportation since he drives us all around everywhere. Luckily, he doesn't charge – so far.
Ray takes off quickly.
“I'm gonna stay,” I say before anyone else runs away. They all look at me oddly. Even Bob's food and Gerard's sandwich seems to look at me oddly.
“What? Why?” Mikey asks, outraged. His lousy salad is looking at me oddly. His coke looks at me oddly.
“Got a test,” I say, my lie almost sounding like a question.
“In what? We've got all the same classes except home ed,” Mikey ridicules. I look up at him.
“So? I don't know what the teacher wants us to do!” I don't mean to be so upset, but they always wanna do things that are immoral and cost a shit-load of money that I don't have. They never ask, they always just assume.
“Maybe I have to knit a perfect oven mitt. What the fuck do I know? All I know is that I don't wanna skip, so just back off!” I yell that. I ratted them out. I'm sure of it.
Regret eats away at my gut and I get up and walk away – forgetting my water bottle – just to escape their shocked and pissed expressions.
“Fuck, I'm so bored!” Ray practically screams before he slams his head on the table. His fro bounces.
“I a-fucking-gree,” Bob says and settles down in the seat next to me with a tray filled with foods. I will my eyes away from the gorgeous sight and only breathe through my mouth.
“Wanna go see a movie after school?” I keep staring at Ray's fro to keep my attention off of Bob's mountain of food. It's unfair that he's so large and sturdy that he needs that much food just to keep him going. I'm tiny and scrawny. I could survive on a lollypop.
Dammit. Now I want a lollypop.
“Why wait until school's finished? Why not just skip?” Mikey says indifferently. He surprises me by saying it, but when Gerard sits down at the end of the table, my pondering over what made Mikey say that is over. Even though Gerard is a charity-geek, he hates school.
“Skip what?”
“School.”
“Cool,” Gerard simply answers. He doesn't even wanna know why or for what. He's a horrible influence on Mikey.
“Movies?” he asks, before he takes a huge bite out of his delicious sandwich. I look down and play with my water bottle while I stick a hand in my pocket to feel for change.
“Of course.” I have 4 dollars in cents. 1 dollar away from a session with my favorite girl. I can't waste that.
“Cool. Let's meet outside in 5, then,” Ray says and gets to his feet.
“I'm just gonna go toss my bag in my locker and make out with Christy like I promised, then the bus will be going.” The bus is Ray's car. He basically considers it public transportation since he drives us all around everywhere. Luckily, he doesn't charge – so far.
Ray takes off quickly.
“I'm gonna stay,” I say before anyone else runs away. They all look at me oddly. Even Bob's food and Gerard's sandwich seems to look at me oddly.
“What? Why?” Mikey asks, outraged. His lousy salad is looking at me oddly. His coke looks at me oddly.
“Got a test,” I say, my lie almost sounding like a question.
“In what? We've got all the same classes except home ed,” Mikey ridicules. I look up at him.
“So? I don't know what the teacher wants us to do!” I don't mean to be so upset, but they always wanna do things that are immoral and cost a shit-load of money that I don't have. They never ask, they always just assume.
“Maybe I have to knit a perfect oven mitt. What the fuck do I know? All I know is that I don't wanna skip, so just back off!” I yell that. I ratted them out. I'm sure of it.
Regret eats away at my gut and I get up and walk away – forgetting my water bottle – just to escape their shocked and pissed expressions.
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