"BOO!"
"AHHHH!!!" That was all that escaped from my mouth before I flew backwards in my chair to the floor landing on my back solidly and my head bouncing off the floor. Managing to pry my aching head off the carpet, just to see my friend lying on the ground gripping his sides as if his ribs were going to shoot right out of his body.
"OH SWEET BABY JESUS THAT WAS AMAZING HAHAHA!!!" This giggly little bastards name is James, He's been one of my best friends since fifth grade, ever since he started talking to me on the bus to school. He's an averagely built guy, six foot, 150 pounds, long curly blond hair that goes down to his shoulders, and glasses that go well with his slender face. Honestly I'm a bit jealous of his looks cause he gets all the ladies. But saddest part is he's gay. all those ladies and he doesn't want them. It's a said unfair world indeed.
"Your'e a real asshole you know that? Cause seriously I was in the middle of a dream where I was a survivor in the zombie apocalypse... And it was so awesome!!.......... Dick." I explained cruelly to him as I got off the floor, picked up my chair, and sat back down at the table.
"Ya well you're not supposed to be sleeping in class anyway lazy ass." James said sitting on the table. Than it hit me that he said 'in class' and I realized that I was still sitting in my math class at school. When I looked back on the bored I remembered what we were doing in class, and most importantly why I fell asleep in the first place.
"Oh god please don't tell me we're doing Quadrilateral Equations again." I complained slamming my head down onto the table top.
"Yep, Mr. Anderson is doing another review about them saying ' It's good for you guys to know all of this on the top of your heads before finals.' even though finals are still three months away." He explained reclining down to the table top with his hands behind his head making me lift my head up before he crushed it. I took a look around the classroom to see the same crap I always see five days of the week, twenty days a month, 180 days a year. The same old whiteboard, the same old teachers desk, the same old tables, and the same old kids seen everyday. I never even realized James sat up and was trying to talk to me until he pinched my cheek.
I flung my head back to glare at him as my cheek started to sting and I started rubbing it "Dafuq was that for!?"
"Well shit when I'm sitting there snapping in your ear and saying your name and you still don't notice me I'm gonna pinch the shit outta you. I was trying to ask what you thought about hanging out this weekend. What were you even thinking about hmm?" he said while spinning around on his ass atop the table.
"I don't know man. Just going into some deep psychological shit here. Like, aren't you tired of this day to day life? We wake up at the crack ass of dawn, just to go to some place where you're judged by the way you dress and the way you act, for seven hours a day, every day? Just to hope for the pitiful two day weekend we get just to come right back to school afterwards?" I spouted off nonsense as I looked off into space, thinking about how repetitive life was.
"Eh I've never really thought about it like that, I've just been the type of person that 'goes with the flow.' I just don't care much."
"Gee you're a lot of help." I quipped as I started packing up all my stuff into my bag.
"So you want a ride home or what?" James said twirling his keys in his hand and smiling at me with a devious grin. "Come on you know you love riding in my Camaro. Hmmmm so sexy." He made a growling noise in his throat and made a scratching motion with his hand imitating a cat that just made me lose it.
"Oh god no! I really don't wanna know what you do with that thing when you're alone." A horrible image appeared in my head of James sitting on the hood of his car in a banana hammock that sent shivers down my spine like i was in the arctic. "Oh god please go away." I muttered under my breath hoping that would help make the image go away..... It didn't.
"Don't be jealous Cause you're forever alone." He said as he started heading for the door. "Anyway if you're sure man I'm heading out. See you tomorrow." He said waving as he went out the door.
I decided to go ahead and pull out my headphones and start playing music, First song being one of my favorite songs, SIM, KiLLiNG ME and for some reason started looking at my life.
My name is Siegfried, I grew up in the amazing state of Pennsylvania, out in the middle of the country. My mother was a smart and beautiful young lady that was always smiling when I saw her. Loving and caring, but for some reason a mysterious disease that slowly and painfully kills its host by dissolving the organs of the host, suddenly emerged from a specific plant as the plants natural defense against humans. And it was this disease that took away my mother, the only bit of happiness I had left in the world. I was five when she died. That's when I moved to my dads in Utah and my hell began. My father was never the most supportive father he could be, especially since he left my mom when I was born.
My father was a drunk, and abusive, and neglectful, Whenever he was home he would sit on the couch, and just drink, then he would go to work, come home, drink, pass out, repeat. And when mom died he didn't get any better, he became abusive, instead of sleeping he started beating instead. After five years of abuse when I turned ten he was finally arrested when the neighbors reported my screaming to the police. I was then taken to a foster home where I spent the next six years of my life, In a home where no one seemed to notice me let alone care about me. That and my father were the reasons that made me want to become who I am today, I wanted to become the person that everyone one can depend on when they needed me and help whoever needed it. I worked out, studied, made sure I had everything done that I needed.
And so I became the man that I am today, sixteen years old, 6'6, 280 lbs , black inch long hair, and although I may not look like it, apparently I'm pretty popular with the ladies myself, but none of them show it cause they're scared of my size. I've had a security issue since living with my dad, I have to have a knife on myself 24/7 otherwise I feel unsafe and freak out. Yeah I know that sounds crazy, and trust me it is, and I've been arrested for it plenty of times, and even gone and seen a therapist about it. But they can't fix it, so I just have a minors weapon permit that allows me to carry my knife wherever I go. There's one thing that helps me when I don't have my knives, and that's music. The fact that I can escape everyone and everything in the world by just plugging in something and the small click of a button can solve so many problems at once.
I left the classroom and started walking down the hallway towards my locker to grab the rest of my stuff, on my way there though I met up with one of the biggest pains in my ass since junior high, who decided to knock off my headphones from atop my head. "Sup bitch?" Yep that's right, my bully. Dakota matching your stereotypical bully, messy hair, chain necklace, baggy pants, all of that 'original' crap except for the fact that he's half my size, literally, he's only 3 foot 2 but I let him bully me cause somehow, someway, it makes him fell better about himself. I don't know how but it does. "What still waiting for your mom t- oh ya I forgot your mom's dead. God only the mom of someone as fucked as you would be able to die from a disease from a plant." He said with a laugh as he leaned against the wall and kept trying to get a rouse out of me.
"Haha Dakota so very funny." I said with heavy sarcasm while I rolled my eyes.
"Your damn right it was funny. So Dafuq is a loser like you gonna do for the weekend huh?"
"Fuck your mom while you're sleeping." I whispered under my breath as he got closer raising a fist like he was gonna hit me.
"what was that!?
"I said 'make a bomb for Mrs. Skeevings.'" I lied to him to see if something as stupid as that would work.
"Dude that's messed up." Yep it worked. "Ya well have fun with that you fucking terrorist don't die on your way home, that's my job on monday." Dakota walked off with his hands in his pockets trying to look, cool but just looking like Eddy From Ed Edd & Eddy. After he turned the corner I slammed my locker closed and punched the door as my head slumped down.... Hey I may let him do it but that doesn't mean I like it. Especially if it's about my mother. I tried to walk away from my locker but couldn't because something had a hold on my hand. I turned around just to see the locker door bent around my fist like a piece of paper and barely holding onto the locker hinges.
"Oh fuck me..... that's the fourth one this year, and we're not even into second semester yet. Whatever I'll just pay for another one than." I tried pulling my hand out but it was really stuck in the metal. "Shit." I tried pulling again just for nothing to happen. "FUUUUUUUCK! COME ON YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I yelled, pulling for another ten minutes before I gave up and just started yelling for the Janitor. "LYYYYYYYYYYYYYNN!!!!" I waited for five minutes and no response. Weird he should be going around the school and grabbing garbage's right about now. "ANYONE!?!?!?" I yelled again, and waited.
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"WHO'S THERE!?!?
"Oh thank god he's still here." I visibly relaxed as I drew in another breath to yell back. "YO LYNN IT'S SIEGFREID I'M STUCK AGAIN, BRING A SAW OR SOMETHING TO CUT THROUGH METAL ALLRIGHT!?!?"
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"K I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC!!!"
"Oh thank god, I really didn't want to spend my weekend in the school hallway."
Ten minutes later Lynn showed back up with a hacksaw and started sawing away at the locker door. "You really gotta stop doing this to yourself Siegfreid. This is the second one I've had to cut you out of this year. What made you mad this time anyway? This is worst than last time."
Lynn was a nice old man. Not very social like me but does like to be with people that he does like. He's kind of a scrawny little guy, white hair, glasses, and those old people teeth that all of them seem to get? ya he has those too.
"Eh you know same old same old, more Dakota and his bullshit talking of course."
"Ah Now I get it. Why don't you just pant flatten him all ready? you know you can pant easily and no one would pant blame you." Lynn said as he started panting with effort with the saw against the locker door.
"I don't know Lynn. Maybe cause I'm really not a violent person after all."
"HA you? Not violent? Oh that's a real joke there Siegfried ." Lynn said giggling while still cutting.
I started pouting as I looked at him and his cheeky smile "Hey I was Being serious!"
"Sorry just making a joke here, you're not a violent person. I've only heard of you being violent once, and that was to backup one of the nerdy kids that was getting picked on." Lynn seemed to slow down on the cutting process while he kept talking and a softer smle grew on his face. "But you do have a tendency to be violent what with all those damn Call Of Modern War Battle Duty and shit." Lynn said finally cutting all the way through the locker door and setting me free. "There we go, free as a bird."
I stood up and started rubbing my wrist and knuckles, after being stuck for a while they do tend to get a little stiff. "Okay first of all, thanks. Second of all, none of those words in that last part should ever belong in the same sentence. And third, please don't try and be cool, it never works that way."
"Hey YOLO SWAG right?" Lynn said as he got the door pieces to throw away.
"Lynn don't ever say that again or I'll slap you for a multiple of reasons."
"Oh ya so not violent at all, and towards me of all people? I'm hurt Siegfried." Lynn said with faux pain.
"You know you're my friend. Anyway thanks for the help Lynn, I really didn't want a locker door as my friend this weekend." I waved to Lynn and started walking away as he picked up the locker door, most likely to throw it away, and waved at me with them. "(Sigh) And there goes my last little bit of social interaction for the rest of the week." I decided to throw my headphones back on and play something slow this time, and went with 100 Years, Five for Fighting, as I made my way home but slowly dipped into my psychological mode again.
'what is the meaning of life? It's so repetitive, and boring. My life is a perfect example, I'm going somewhere where there is nothing for me, no family, no friends, no one who cares, and why am I doing this? Because it's my life. Everyone gets so used to your life that they don't try to do anything else about it. But I don't want that, I will change my fate for something other than this boring day to day life.' I continued to walk still lost in my thoughts.
After being lost in my thoughts for so long and not paying attention, I never realized where I was until there was a shadow right on the edge of my vision. I looked up too see a truck speeding towards me, it was than I realized I was walking in the middle of the road, I could see the driver through the windshield and he seemed to be asleep in the driver seat. 'huh must have been a long day for him huh?' There was an excruciating pain throughout my entire body, mainly in my torso, and a loud thumping noise as I landed followed by screeching. The screeching must of been from the truck stopping, but than it evolved from screeching to.... screaming? I tried to move my head to see what was happening but it sent lightning down my spine when I tried so I just rolled my eyes to see a girl screaming on the sidewalk, before she began to run towards me and stopping by my side.
She seemed like a very pretty girl, she was average size, I'd say about five foot 8 and fairly thin if i was seeing right, but considering her hair seemed like it was dark blue with white sparkles in it, I'd say that was a very unlikely coincidence. She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, they were the color of a summers night, a very dark blue but not so dark you cant see through them. But the most awful part about this moment wasn't the pain in my chest, legs, arms, or head, it was seeing the tears in the beautiful girls eyes as she knelt down beside me, her hands shaking as she brought them up to clasp my face.
I can't remember what happened next, because I started losing consciousness but I could have sworn I saw the tears in her eyes disappear before they began to glow.
I managed to measly whisper a single sentence before losing consciousness, "Should have went with James Siegfried."
