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Clicking his fingers against the desk, Casper's eyes made their way to the window beside him rather than the teacher on the other end of the room. It was math, a subject the boy had great difficulties with but didn't seem to give much thought over, either. As his fingertips connected with the cold, wooden foundation of the desk, Casper's thoughts traveled like they so often did. Was every country like this? America was passionate to say the least and had a tendency of taking things way too far. Religious fundamentalists scoured the entire southern part of the country and power hungry politicians were ready to sell their own mothers if it meant winning a pole. [i][color=00aeef]"Probably the same shit everywhere..."[/color][/i] Casper turned his dark brown eyes to the teacher for a moment, looking at the equation she had managed on the whiteboard. X times Y divided by whatever, raised to who gives a fuck minus I don't care. With a soft sigh, Casper rested his chin against the palm of his hand and returned to the window. It was a rather pleasant view, after all. Not the best, of course, but the abundance of green grass called to him in a way he thought was rather understandable. One could imagine the harmony of laying in the grass a warm summer afternoon or hiding beneath the shadow of a tree with a soda in hand. Yes, the boy was quite addicted to the drink, always a soda in hand when he had the chance. Of course, economy came in the way of that most of the time and his mother didn't exactly help out. Most of their money fell into drugs and she snorted it up before she knew what hit her. 

Casper had never touched the stuff. He was liberal enough not to see drugs themselves as an issue. He didn't actually care about the substance, but like everything in life it should be done responsibly. However, just like with alcohol, his mother had disgusted him far beyond what he could tolerate. If he ever wanted to try alcohol or other drugs, it had been majorly ruined for him. Now, he'd never go close to the stuff. [i][color=00aeef]"How long til' I move out...?"[/color][/i] All he wanted was to be free. He wanted to be freed of his mother, of the restraints society was putting on him, of the school he was forced to. He wanted to be freed from this reality because no matter where he looked, all he could see was another wall. [i][color=00aeef]"Wish I could punch through em' all..."[/color][/i] Logically he could punch through a wall, but it would probably lead to a lot more than damage control. One more physical slip up from the boy and he'd end up somewhere he really didn't want to be.

"Mr. Vaile." The teacher crossed her arms, her glaring eyes drilling holes in their target. 

[color=00aeef]"Yes?"[/color] The boy responded casually, seeing her raising an eyebrow at him.

"Am I boring you?"

[color=00aeef]"No, Miss."[/color]

"Then pay attention." She returned to the lesson. What a drag. This class essentially narrowed his life down , boring and drawn out. He had to pay attention to things he didn't care for and he needed to smile while doing it. Soon enough, class came to a conclusion and the boy was let out of the classroom along with the other students. 

"Hey, Cassy boy!" Again? It started to seem like today would be the day where things were taken too far. Casper needed a pick me up and fast, otherwise things could go to hell very soon. 

[color=00aeef]"What?"[/color] Casper shot back at Mitchell who approached him with a grin, two other students accompanying him. 

"I wanted to repay ya' for this morning!" Was he referring to the push? The guy was pathetic. 

[color=00aeef]"Mhm..."[/color]

"Look, I know you want to kill us, right?" Mitchell chuckled, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed. His two friends were there for what appeared to be protection and little else. Quite ironic how no matter where you go, bullies are bullies and guards are guards. The only thing that changes is the hardware. "So how about this, right? After school, we can meet up in the abandoned construction site not too far from here and settle shit once and for all. How about it, huh? I know you like a good fight."

[color=00aeef]"Fuck you."[/color] If only he knew how badly Casper wanted to accept the challenge. He wanted to plant his fist in their faces repeatedly, but if anyone found out about that, his life would come to an end somewhere on an island with a cell designed to keep him inside. 

"Aw, you chicken?" 

[color=00aeef]"Piss off."[/color] Turning to leave, Casper felt a hand placed on his shoulder and immediately reacted. Spinning back to Mitchell, the boy grabbed hold of the larger student's forearm and was just about to break it before he managed to regain his composure and let go. [color=00aeef]"Don't [b]ever[/b] fucking touch me."[/color] 

"See? He can't do it!" Mitchell laughed, nudging his friends. "Come on, Casper. Punch me! We both know you can punch a hole in my fucking chest."

[color=00aeef]"I would..."[/color] The boy clenched his teeth, his patience dropping to a dangerous level. 

"Then do it!" Mitchell stretched his arms out. He knew that Casper couldn't cross that line. Sending Casper to an Evo prison was the ultimate 'fuck you' Mitchell could achieve. If Casper obliged and obliterated Mitchell's ribs, the only loser would be Casper. 

"is there a problem here?" A third voice entered the conversation. It was a teacher. "Don't you four have a class to get to?"

[color=00aeef]"Yeah..."[/color] The smallest of the bunch responded, throwing his bag over his shoulder before he started towards his next class. 

"Think it over, Cassy boy!" Mitchell laughed, his annoying laughter filling the corridor like a screeching nightmare.