𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕥𝕨𝕠

       I practically get shoved into a seat as soon as I get on since the bus driver doesn't wait until I find a seat to lurch the bus forward. Damn. Ignoring the commotion around me, I untangle my earbuds and turn on my playlist, looking out the window. I try to focus on the music instead of the searing pain throughout my body and the homophobic, racist, bitches that surround me.
       A few minutes pass, and soon I get shoved into the front of my seat as the bus comes to a screeching halt in front of the school. How did this bitchass bus driver get his license? I swear he gonna kill one of us one day! I roll my eyes and sling my backpack over my shoulder, exiting the bus. Entering the building, I make an attempt to maneuver my way through the hundreds of students without bumping into anyone or falling on my ass. The only good thing about this rundown school is that no one here makes an effort to interact with me. Other than the teachers, but at least most of them aren't bitches. I grab my books and wade through the mass of students, somehow getting to my classroom without an accident. I plop myself down in the back of the band room, grabbing my trumpet and getting it set up. At least band is bearable. Loud, but bearable.

(time skip because i'm an orchestra kid and i have no clue how band class works)

      45 minutes pass and I'm back in the crowd. Next up: Algebra. Fucking hell. Just because I'm good at math doesn't mean I enjoy it. Plus, it's hard to pay attention in class when all you do is watch fatass Mr. Barnes flap his gums for 45 minutes straight. At least I can catch up on some lost sleep, since he never checks in on us. I relax in the back left corner of the class and am about to take a power nap, when I glace at the whiteboard...which reads "Pop quiz today!" Fuck. Guess no nap today. He starts to hand out the paper to the class as I start to mentally prepare myself for the hell I'm about to go through. At least the quiz seems easy enough. He gives us the signal to start, and soon the only sound in the room are pencils scratching on paper, plus the occasional eraser and pencil sharpener. The silence is making my skin crawl. Whatever, just focus on the damn quiz. If you get a bad grade your dad will slap you into next week. Take a deep breath Antonio...

        After double-checking and triple-checking my work, I hand in the quiz and slump down in my seat, staring at the cringy posters that line the wall. You'd think teacher would stop hanging those up after elementary school but nope. They've come to haunt me throughout my middle and high school years. My next class is english, which is ok, but the teacher is so positive that it gets on my nerves. And its hard to read when your brain isnt paying attention to the words on the page. I'm the first one in the classroom, which is amazing because I can steal a seat next to the window. The teacher walks in with a huge grin on her face as students file in behind her. English goes by pretty fast, thank fuck. My next class, biology, is my favorite. My teacher is amazing and I'm actually interested in the curriculum. I practically waltz into class and sit near the front for once. This is the only class I'll do that in, because when the teacher calls on me, I'll actually be paying attention. Before class starts, I quickly go over my schedule in my head to determine if I just wanna skip the rest of the day. Lunch, then advisory, and finally history. Eh, I can bear staying for the rest of the day.

(another time skip bop bop)

     Aaaaaaaand we're on the bus again! I'm really not looking forward to going home today. Then again, when am I ever looking forward to going home. I tap my knee to the beat of my music in an attempt to calm myself down. I know if i don't go directly home, the punishment will be unreal. Resting my head against the window, I watch the houses go by until I see my stop. I reluctantly pullmyself out of the seat and off of the bus, starting the walk home. If I'm lucky, my dad will be asleep on the couch when I arrive. I guess mid-day naps are a common occurrence when you're constantly either drunk or hungover. Just gotta pray that I'll luck out, just this once...