Today is the start of My new school year, finally, I’m a senior. School would be over, and the real shit show would start. I came to school early, so I have time to talk to my friends, Marco and Joan. They were usually found in the library, doing some last minute homework, copying off each other if they had the same classes. I stick my head through the library doors,my straight black hair draping over my face, searching for any familiar faces, but sadly she saw none. I let out a huge sigh and begin to wonder, looking down hallways, feeling more and more like a loser. I then check the cafeteria, the last place I even thought they’d be, but I was met something I would never expect.
“What did you just say to me Fag!?” Dylan said, right in Marco’s face.
“I-I said that you’re sitting in my spot, my bag was there!” Marco said, voice cracking.
“Beat it cumguzzler, before I smash your face in,”
I ran as fast as I could, before things got out of hand, I jump in between the mouth breathing neanderthal and my best friend.
“Hey, we’re leaving now, okay Dyan? Just leave us alone,” I huffed, jeez I’m out of shape
“I refuse to let him get away with being a douche!” Marco yelled, definitely not helping.
I turn to face Marco, “Drop it,”
“I’ll step down, since you got your pet bitch to protect you, cock breath,” Dylan have a hard chuckle. I turn around, looking up to look Dylan right in the eyes,
“The fuck you call me ass wipe?”
Dylan smirked, clearly enjoying the confrontation,
“Look, the bitch is barking!” He bellows, as his words echoed in the cafeteria.
That’s the straw that broke the camel's back, as my father would say, all I see now is red, I reel my fist, and before I could say Beetle Juice my fist made contact, and a sharp pain radiated in my hand, but I was nowhere near done. Dylan is built, since he’s in the baseball team, but because I caught him by surprise, I had the advantage. I tackled him, and begin to kiss his face with my fists, repeatedly. My hands feel warm, and my ears start ringing, then everything goes black.
Next thing I know I’m in the principal’s office, mom’s hand gripping my shoulder, sending a sharp pain down my arm, but all I hear is wobs,
“Wob wob, wob wob wob wob?” Principal Parker is looking at my mother.
“Wob wob wob, wob wob wob wob wob,” My mother added, then looking down at me.
“Wob?” I nod, not knowing what’s happening. Then, suddenly, like a veil that has been lifted from my face, I come back to reality.
“So you understand the consequences of your actions?” Principal Parker looks at me.
“Yes,” I glance at my mom, unsure of what’s happening.
“On your way then,” Principal Parker shooed us.
The walk to the car is agonizing, I could feel the warmth of my mothers anger, only it’s about to get real bad for me. We entered the red Pontiac Sunfire my mom parked in front of the school, where it clearly said ‘Bus Parking Only’.
“How could you do this to us!?” Mom started, such a good start.
“I don’t know I lost control I didn’t mean to…” I stampered
“Suspended for three weeks, Ana this is getting off light, it could have been worse you know,”
“But it’s not because you made up a sob story about how fucked up I am,” She slams on the brakes, smashing my face on the dash board. I look up, as blood drips out my nose, and off my chin.
“Language!” Mother screams, I look at her in horror, covering my face. There’s a long pause before she finally breaks the silence.
“You should have had a seatbelt on,” and she begins driving again.
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