Monday. School was about to start. A new week was about to begin. I shake my head slowly taking it all in. More bullying, more name calling, more pain.
Don't listen to them.
I take a deep breathe. Kellin was talking to me again. It's the only reason Mikey has been so pushy over my pills. He still doesn't know that I stopped taking them.
Stop feeling bad, they didn't work anyway, remember?
I clear the thoughts from my head and walk towards my locker. Sighing quietly I spin the dial on my lock. 22-1-25. The letters spell out my last name, only in number form. I whip my locker open only to hear someone swear.
Nice going you dumb fuck. Who did you hit this time?
I slowly move my locker door and stare into the hazel green eyes of Frank.
"You should be more careful! God, you almost killed me!" he says carefully feeling his face.
"Did I break your nose?" I ask.
"No, I don't think so."
"What were you doing behind my locker?"
"Um, my locker is right next to yours."
I carefully look to my right and see the long blue locker right next to mine. It's funny cos I never remember seeing it there before.
"Is something wrong?" Frank asks impatiently.
"N-no."
"Good. So, how do I get to art class?"
"I have that next too, you can just follow me."
"Cool."
People are staring at you.
Kellin's voice rings in my head. I look around to see he's right. Maybe they were just surprised that I actually have a friend this year.
Or maybe they just think that you're crazy.