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3. [Three]

Now, as you may have (or may have not) expected, I got detention for treating staff disrespectfully and damaging property. I wasn't allowed to go to my last lesson because apparently I had to attend to the school nurse as I'm in a 'state of psychosis' (whatever that means). As I leave the nurse's room, I come across one of the school bullies looking at me

'Sup Gaylord,' he sniggers. I stop and turn to him 'What's it like being The Lord of the Gays'

'What?' I ask

'Wanna make out?' he says abruptly.

'Excuse me?!'

'W-what I didn't say anything.'

I clear my throat and carry on walking, ignoring him as he laughs nervously, calling me a 'cock-wanker' in a panicky voice.

'TYRONE' I hear the familiar voice of Pablo who is currently darting towards me. I step out of the way, letting Pablo run into a tree and listening to the cries of laughter coming from Kyle and Jason.

'Hey tough guy,' Mildred approaches me with her arms folded (covered in banana drawings) 'heard you beat up a year 9'

I nod my head. Mildred rolls her brown eyes and looks at me in disappointment

'You need to stop this. It's not worth getting another suspension because of one ant. You're starting to get into fights every other day now. It was fun to watch then but now it's just getting boring.'

'The kid was burning an ant with a magnifying glass'

Mildred's expression didn't change at all, apart from her eyebrow which was now raised 'So the kid was burning an ant. Sure it's cruel but did he really deserve-'

'He deserved it completely, I'm giving him what they call 'a taste of their own medicine' he was harming something weaker than him so I give him what he had coming'

The conversation ended with Mildred stuttering for a smart comeback but gave in and watched as I join the rest of my friends on the way home. A blue car pulls up in front of us with black windows that are hard to see through. I cross every single finger and toe I have, praying it's not a pedophile, when in fact it's just some asshole named James in his new car. Along with my ex best friend Damion and a few other knob heads.

'Hey there Gallagher' he sneers. I assume he calls me that because of Noel Gallagher (eyebrow jokes and everything), I dust the insult off and say hi.

'Sooo... Errrrm... Look... We're having this party in a few weeks and... Errrrrm...

'Cool. I love parties' I interrupt awkwardly

'Nice... were wondering if you..... Wanna come?'

'Sure.... If I-'

'Good answer' James laughs mockingly and winks before he drives off.

'Woah... Bro' Johnny wraps his arm around my shoulder 'the cool kids just invited you to their party'

'Yeah so' I snigger. Johnny stops and faces me

'Bro... Do you not understand how amazing this is. This is your chance to get into the popular group'

'But I don't want to be in the popular group... I wanna stay with you guys'

Johnny doesn't listen he slaps my back and leads the way.

'Bro. You show these guys how cool you are, they're bound to let you in'

I shove Johnny away and laugh

'Thanks but I'm not into that stuff anymore. And can you stop saying bro?'

The rest of the walk I witness Kyle and Jason playing piggie-in-the-middle with Pablo's poorly made Majora's Mask (from the game Legend Of Zelda: Majora's Mask surprise, surprise). After saying goodbye to the retards, I place my earphones in my ear (no shit) and play Dear Prudence by The Beatles on my journey home (yeah weird title I know but it's a good song)

I enter my house.

'Hello?' I call, hoping that my foster-father won't answer! But all I hear are the echoes of my voice. As usual I'm not very surprised, my foster-father has always been out and about when I get home from wherever. I'm not really interested in being best mates with my foster-father truth be told, let's just say he's a racist, sexist, homophobic, along with a few other negative characteristics. Everything I hate in the form of a human being, why my foster-mother stayed with him for this amount of time is a mystery best left unsolved. The sound of someone calling him my dad is enough to set me off as you may have found out with the head teacher incident. My mum is the only one who can actually be called mum. A note on the kitchen table catches my eye

'Gone to the pub. Got a phone call from school. Don't be expecting to be going out to do your precious drawings any time soon'

I crumple up the note and chuck my bag to the side before heading in the shower, starting my after-school routine.

I take a two hour long shower, contemplating on life and all that whilst the warm droplets of water hit my back (there's a mental image for you), dry myself and get dressed into some actual clothes instead of the ill-coloured school uniform (and by actual clothes I mean a red flannel shirt with a black top under it. Along with some black jeans). After that I write in my notebook. I've been practising this piece of writing since Year 9, I don't let anyone see it, not even my mum and I tell her pretty much everything. Next comes reading, I leave my homework in my school bag and skip to reading with my headphones. I never do my school work anyway, unless it's art. My reading it stopped when I double-take at my sketchbook which sits at my bedside table lonesomely. I place my book down and snatch it from the table, looking at the clock (07:00 PM) and grabbing my money for the bus. Fuck what my foster-father's letter says.

After I put on my black hoodie and leave the house, I make my way to the bus station with music playing from my phone. The bus driver greets me and takes my money and drives me to the park where I get off and find the swing set. The park at night is always the best place and time to draw, in my personal opinion anyway. As I sketch away, finishing my drawing of Kyle Simmons from Bastille (excuse me whilst I have a fanboy moment. #bestbandever) I feel something hitting the back of my head. The only thing I find behind me is an apple core... Shinigami? (anime fans would know what I'm talking about)

The leaves on the trees rustle, letting a slim figure to drop from the branches onto their feet. I fall off the swings in fright and stare at the figure pulling another apple from their pocket and taking a bite out of it. They walk forward, revealing a pale girl with a purple fring- of course... OF FUCKING COURSE!

'Sup,' she says. I give a small wave. 'Christ you're tall' Taking a few more steps towards me, she picks up my sketchbook that I was drawing in

'What'cha got there' she asks, snatching the sketchbook out of my hand 'cool drawings' she compliments with her mouth full of apple, flicking through page after page of drawings (mainly of Bastille. Asdfghjkl)

'cheers I guess'

The girl gives a smile and chucks the book back to me. She takes out her earphones which are blaring heavy guitars and some singer screaming

'LETS BURN THEM DOWN' at the top of their lungs, followed by a solo.

'Name's Holly' she smiles.

'...Tyrone...'

Holly stops chewing her piece of fruit.

'I know you. You're the creepy kid that sits next to me in art. You beat up that year 9 kid today as well didn't you.'

I sigh, scratching the back of my head

'yes... And yes'

Holly laughs for a moment

'So.... You're the new girl?'

'oh yeah... Nothing special about it honestly. Don't know what the fuss is about'

'Well you're a new face. Everyone goes crazy over it'

'Yeah... Girls only go crazy because they want to create another bitch in their friendship group and boys want to get a chance to fuck the new girl'

Even though the explanation was a bit... (Put your own adjective in here since I can't think of any), she had a good point. Holly rolls her eyes and takes another bite from her apple

'What are you doing out at this time?'

'I should be asking you the same thing.'

Holly gives her reason by saying 'Came here to sit in a tree and eat apples,' she pulls yet another red apple from her pocket 'want one?'

'How many of those do you have?'

'Just enough to feed you and me, but that doesn't matter, why are you here ?'

'Drawing' I say, pushing away the apple. A thick silence drops between us like an anchor, apart from those annoying noises you hear at night, it's almost as quiet as... Quiet stuff (I'm not very good at making similes on the spot). Holly eats her apple to the core and throws it to one side

'Wanna get Maccies?' She sighs. I pull a confused face

'We just met each other?'

'Yeah... So... I can't get food with someone I just met?'

'What if they're a pedophile?'

'Well I'll kick them in their kiddy fiddling balls. C'mon I'm starving for a Bic Mac, and you probably need to eat as well with all that skin and bone on you' she scoffs as she stares at my legs. I look down too and admit that they are pretty skinny, I just assume it's natural.

Holly pays for the bus and guides me to the back seats (because that's where the cool kids sit... So why am I sat there), when we get there, the place is practically empty, only a few people sitting at the far right. I order a double cheese burger meal and Holly orders a Big Mac.

'Holy shit this is amazing,' she groans with her mouthful. 'I have this once a week with my family but fuck I wish I could have it everyday'

She has McDonalds every week, dear lord I'm jealous. The only time I'll get food like this is when I'm with mum on a Friday. The best thing foster father is the out of date stuff, not like he cares what date it expired. My phone buzzes, my dad texts me saying:

Dickhead - where are you

Dickhead - come home

Dickhead - why don't you ever listen to me

Dickhead - come home you prick

Dickhead - you wouldn't do this to your mother would you

I roll my eyes and put my phone away

'who's that?' Holly says, pointing to my phone with her handful of fries.

'My fos... Um... My dad' I cringe just saying that word 'Gotta go before his head explodes'

'See ya bigfoot' she waves, still eating her burger and fries.

Coming home I see my foster-father clutching the note between his fat fingers

'So do you not want to listen to me?'

Even though I can hear him despite my headphones being on, I still pretend to ignore him. He rips the earphones from my ears and throws them to one side

'WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?'

'I'M TALKING'

'WHEN ARE YOU NOT?'

Saying that already sets my foster-father off

'tell me why you think it's acceptable to beat up a younger student'

'I'll do that as soon as you tell me why you think it's acceptable to be an asshole' I pick up my earphones and edge my way up the stairs to go to my room until I hear him again

'DON'T SPEAK TO YOU'RE FATHER LIKE THAT'

'FOR THE LAST TIME YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD.' I shout, leaning against the bannister

'well at least my father loved me enough to keep me in his life' my foster-father chuckles to himself as he walks off.

'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?'

The bastard turns around with a smug smile on his wrinkled head

'ah Tyrone. Glad you're here'

'Fuck you.'

'And since you're using foul language,' he hands me a red towel 'you can wash the dishes. AND you can start your homework. AND you ca-'

'WHY don't you shut your fat skull. HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE SO SICK IN THE HEAD TO TALK ABOUT MY FUCKING FAMILY AND THEN ACT LIKE IT WAS ALL A BIG NOTHING. SURE I DIDN'T KNOW THEM BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I FEEL CLOSER TO A COMPLETE STRANGER THAN I DO TO YOU. IF YOU WANT ME TO RESPECT YOU THEN STOP ACTING LIKE YOU OWN ME BECAUSE YOU FUCKING DON'T. YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD AND YOU NEVER FUCKING WILL BE. YOU HAVE N IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO NOT KNOW YOUR REAL PARENTS SO STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DO'

My rant is ended by a hard slap across my face. My face pointing towards the wall to my left, breathing heavily from the shock. The silence rang through my ears. From the corner of my eye I see that thing... Still looking at me with no expression. Not even a single ounce of sympathy can be seen on his face. Just a scowl... The fucking psychopath. And what does he fucking do... He hands me the same red towel, still expecting me to wash the fucking dishes. I drop the towel and shove him away from me

'I hate you,' Turning away I repeat what I say but instead with more tears 'I fucking hate you'

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