My Misery Pt. 1

If the dark clouds give away what the boy is feeling it must be bad. It would start to rain in a few moments.

But he still can't force himself to move. He plays with his sleeves again while he's begging his brain to find another excuse to leave. Nausea makes him dizzy while his stomach twisted in pain.

To say he hates school is a big understatement. He compares Ankeny High with hell.

Thought he can easily fit into the computer nerd or geek section even those people try to not be seen with him.
Craig Jones hasn't any ugly scars which could distort him nor was he fat or scruffy. In fact he is a very neat and rather skinny boy. His dark brown hair is cut short and the glasses fit him and the long clothes he's wearing have no stains either.

But still other pupils seem to find reasons to mock him.

If he stays any longer he would be late. He can't effort to get into trouble so he starts walking towards his class room.

He tries to avoid the masses as much as possible. He's feeling a strange itching pain every time he involuntary touches another person in the hall.

But he should look ahead instead of being focused on the ground. He bumps directly into one of the football players.

One of those guys who get to sleep with all the plastic chicks and who's invited to every party, who gets bad grades and still manages to pass due to football and who is probably one of the worst people Craig wants to meet.

Football players seems to have some genes in them which makes them hate everybody lower on the social scale at school and pick up on them.

"What the hell you think you're doing, retaaard?!" he's teasing again. Craig moves back and wants to go another way but the player stops him by slamming him against one of the lockers "We'll se us later, you fuck" before he leaves he spits in Craig's face.

But he's relieved he didn't do more. Though the promise makes him shiver again.

One day every fucking one of them will pay for this pain, their ignorance and their laughing. He will make sure of that.

But now isn't the time to drift into dreams of revenge.

He has to go to the classroom after all it's his first day after summer holidays are over which means he has to save himself a place near the windows so he can at least once in a while get a pleasant view.

And he succeeds.

Still some minutes to pass he grabs his college block and focuses on the computer program he has written so far. After he checks he didn't make a mistake so far he adds some instructions.

So focused on his writing he doesn't notice his teacher enters the room with a young man at his side. ...