Shunned. Once again he found himself in the same position. Walking down the empty hall ways of the schools. The teacher said what he did was "wrong" but who comes up with these guidelines of right and wrong? The after school clubs could sometimes be really annoying, Even if he enjoyed drawing art with his friends. He felt scammed out of time with his friends because of an incident.
He walked down the halls as he felt something wet touch his lip. Shocked, he quickly wiped his lip on his white T-shirt. It was a red liquid that tasted of iron - blood.
"Aw, sh-" He saw a teach pass by him
"-Not my white t-shirt. Ugh I gotta stop talking to myself" He commented.
He could feel the dry blood on his nose. When he entered the cafeteria he went to the water fountain. He used the water to do a clean up, it was option, but his favorite option was to look nice. His fingers slid across his face cleaning on anything stiff he could feel on his face.
"Okay. I'm ready- Damn I really need to stop doing that" He talked aloud.
One of the biggest nuisances stood in front him all in one small compact door. Was he ready? He felt ready. But he was so damn nervous. I don't wanna be in trouble. He couldn't move his hand it was pulling against the tide. He managed to push his anxiousness to the ground. He reached for the door - Mr. Camery stood in the door way.
"Well Mr.Alex why don't you step into my office"
This was utter bull-. You already know. Yeah it wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault NOT MY FAULT!
He threw himself into the chair. He wasn't too mad. It's not exactly Mr. Camery's fault he was there.
"So another fight today in art club. I just don't get it Alex, you're a good kid. So please help me to understand whats going through your head"
"Well Mr.Camery, they were picking on Alice. I wasn't just going to stand by and watch them bully her. It's complete and utter Bull-"
"Alex!"
"Bullshit Mr.Camery. There's no excuse for it and if no one else is going to do anything about it I'm going too. Like come on there is no reason for this"
"Alex. Calm down. There is other ways to get a point across other than violence. You could of got a teacher. You know this can be handled by one of us. For now on I'll be handling them"
"Nothing helps get the point across like punching them acros-"
"-Alex. I will handle this. You are good kid. I think it's time you go home. You need a rest. And sometime to think this over"
"..Yes....Sir"
He could feel his tears of frustration force they way up as he faught them back. All he wanted now was to get out of there as fast as he could. At first he quickly walked out of the office and transitioned into a run as he got closer to the door. He barged outside into the dawn. It was starting to get late and his home was a stretch away. He always walked home with Bradey, Who was currently in art club. So he decided to go up the hill and wait for his friend there. It wouldn't be much longer, All the clubs were to get out soon.