"Where the fuck are you going?!""I'm going to school! Where else you drunk hag?! At least I still have a fucking life!"
"Don't you talk to me like that, you lazy shithead! I would've had a life if that sorry fuckhead didn't leave me with your sorry ass! Why don't you do us both a favor and get a job instead of laying on your ass all day smoking pot!""Fuck you!"
I slam the door behind me gritting my teeth. My mom...I can barely call her that anymore. She was in one of her typical moods, always throwing shit at me and calling me worthless. It's how she gets when she hasn't had her morning dose of Jack and coke. And dad...fuck him! He's either laying on the side of the road strung out or shacked up with some meth-head hooker in Vegas. Good riddance I say. It's already 8:30. I'm late, but I don't care. I pull the hood of my Slipknot hoodie over my head and shove in my earbuds,
Bullet for My Valentine blaring loud in my ears. Then, I walk to school. I was thinking of skipping today, just doing my usual, getting high, but I don't wanna be home with that bitch.
I pass the cemetery on my way, a quick glance to one grave in particular, still the same old torn up flag beside it. Ronnie...I wish he was here... He just had to sign up, then three weeks later, they ship him over to Afghanistan. He was killed when an IED blew up his humvee. That's when mom went to pieces...and well..so did I.
I finally make it to school, just as the tardy bell rings. Looks like I'll be getting detention again today, but I don't give a shit. A couple of jocks shove past me. I hear the typical,
Move it, fag! and
Fucking weirdo! One of them happens to knock my music player out of my hand, my earbuds along with it. Merely, I just snarl under my breath and pick it back up. I hate this place...and everyone here. If I could, I would just take a match...and light it all ablaze. Watch everyone burn in their self created Hell...forever...
