I hated school. When I got near these moody hormonal teenagers everything changed.
Voices screeched in my head, all telling me things I didn't want to know.
They all whispered what was to come.
What fate my piers would face.
I swallow and quickly walk toward my locker, my head bowed.
I pull my headphones on and try to focus on one thing at a time.
I look into my own future and suppress a groan.
I had a few seconds before my tormentor would show up.
I decide to do damage control.
My locker, with large letters scribbled across it is my target.
I spin the lock on my locker, knowing the combination by heart.
I shove my valuables inside, and quickly lock it as a loud voice registers.
"Parker's!" I turn and greet the group of teenagers.
They were all poor just like me, but their clothes probably weren't hand me downs.
And they obviously didn't cut their own hair.
I come back to the present as one of them pokes my shoulder harshly.
"Don't touch me Brendon." I push the hand away, losing focus as something flashes across my vision for a moment.
Contact made things a lot worse.
I didn't want to see Brandon's future.
He laughs with the others.
"Where's your freak of a brother?" He asks, looking around.
I shrug, genuinely not knowing where Cas was. He'd probably seen this coming.
He liked to stay out of fights.
"You're a freak you know that." I raise an eyebrow.
"I didn't know that actually." I look at my locker pointedly.
In bold letters 'freak' was written across it.
"Wait, Is that what this says?" I squint at the scrawl on my locker.
"I wasn't sure, because you know I spend most of my time-" Someone shoves me into the locker face first.
I feel my nose smash into the locker.
I feel blood trickle down my face. I groan and turn toward whoever had shoved me.
Normally this was where my brother stepped in, but he was no where to be seen today.
"There now you look like a freak too." Myah jeers.
I was to busy doing damage control on my nose to bother with a come back.
"That all?" I ask, already over our interaction.
Besides they wanted a reaction, so I wouldn't give it.
I was a pacifist, so I didn't want to hurt anyone, no matter the situation, besides she wasn't worth it.
I knew what happened when I fought back. I had a bad reputation at this school.
I would be tbe one who got expelled and my dad would never let me hear the end of it.
Hell he may even kick me out.
I wipe the blood off my face and turn to my locker.
It was stupid to turn my back again, but I could see she was done. She wouldn't risk getting into trouble when she knew I wouldn't react.
