Why So Serious?

Enter: Apathy

"You want to drop out?" He nods. He looks at the grime under his finger nails. He wants to drop out. "But you have a 100% average in chemistry! A 98 in physics! A 97 in BC Calculus! You're an excellent student!"

The guidance consular doesn't understand. He sighs. He just wants to drop out.

"I want to drop out," he says. He rubs his face. He flicks the grime out from under his thumb. It lands somewhere on the floor. The guidance consular shakes his head. He wants to drop out. The guidance consular doesn't understand.

The guidance consular shakes his head. The consular doesn't understand. All he can do is shake his head. All he can do is shake his head and sigh. He doesn't get it. But he signs the papers anyway. He stands up. The consular hands him a copy of his file. He just dropped out of school. He throws it in the trash outside of the school.

He walks out of the school humming a merry tune under his breath. He jangles the odd ends he has inside of his pockets. He hears screams and giggles coming from the school. He turns around, a lazy half-smile on his face.

"Why so serious?" He asks, before turning his back on the school.