Class Dictator

Back In Class

Break is behind us and the holidays are over. School resumes as classes continue to be an almost involuntary motion in a daily routine. The only good part of this, I'm wearing a warm, new hoodie in mid January.

The second semester has begun and I start to walk steadily through the halls to Ms. Golridge's English class downstairs. I head to a pair of glass doors that lead to the balcony to head down. In the doorway before I'm outside, I feel a jagged scratch dance up my left arm. At first, I think I may have bumped into the edge of the door. I grip the injury and wince. It wasn't until I was at ground level and inside that I felt a wet feeling in my arm. I glance down to see a stray red strand flow down the back of my hand. I was bleeding.

I pass Golridge's class and trudge to the restrooms further down the hall. I go inside and hurry into the large stall and remove my jacket. I had a cut run the length of my forearm that bleed profusely yet not urgently. I think for a way to avoid this mess. I reach to the toilet paper and use it as gauze to put pressure and stop the bleeding. After using about two thirds of it, my arm was numb but unnoticeable. The black hoodie had a blood stain the began to dry. I can never have a nice jacket. Due to the blackness of it, it was able to somewhat disguise the thickness of my arm from the toilet paper. I walk out to realize that I am now late for class.

I make it to lunch without any questions or curious looks. Thank god nobody cares too much for me. I walk to lunch and see a folded note taped to my seat before anyone else has arrived. I sit down and open the letter on lines paper.

"Wyatt! Keep an eye out! Marie is back! The clique is still disbanded but she is planning something! I saw her earlier with a look in her eyes that said 'I'm gonna cause a problem.' If you notice anything, tell me at the garage! -Kyle."

"What do you got there, Wyatt?" I look up to see Derrick approach with Gwen and Rachel.

"Nothing. Just a few notes for a science test." Joel then approaches and we continue with a normal lunch. Just a cluster of jokes and recent events. We all recollect the party, besides the smooch from Rachel. Joel said Kyle wanted to meet up next Tuesday to plan a clique attack. As long as I don't end up tied up with a friend holding a wrench to our heads, I'm ready.

I always knew Marie would return. You can't miss school. I also knew she won't be able to control her clique. Without a leader, these people and mindless bodies. Just look at the stoners and junkies. Since Quinn got arrested, they walk aimlessly and not because of the drugs. But Marie is back, and she needs to feel as if she had the last word. Hopefully, my bloody hoodie is the end of her.