-5 months ago-
"Get your lazy, drunk ass off my couch! You can't just come home from a party drunk and then lounge around in my house like you own the place!"
Smash!
That's how my older brother left. With my father becoming abusive since mum died by a drunk driver hitting her, and all my older brother did was drink, in hope he wont feel the pain, ruined me mentally. Inside, I felt lost. A constant feeling like crying, but from the outside, I looked like I was the happiest person alive.
As I walk through the halls of my school, the chatter that fills the air only seems to get louder and louder the more I walk, causing me to have to constantly wear headphones and blast music, to block the sounds out and to clear my talkative mind.
When I enter my classroom, the first thing I see is groups of friends laughing and chatting, as if they were having fun. Something that I haven't had for years. I take a seat in the back of my classroom, and when class starts, the Teacher hands us out marked test. I didn't have to look to know my mark; the look of disappointment was written all over the teacher's face. my mark is always the same, but I check anyway, in the hope it might be a little higher. Nope, still the same, D-, and yet I try my hardest to study and write notes, I even memories everything, and yet my mark stays the same.
Lunchtime comes around and I spend another time in the old classroom that no one goes in or even walks by, but today was different. While I was sitting at an old keyboard with my headphones plugged into the and peacefully playing some melody I had mad, suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me flinch.