The Only Hope For Me Is You

I have World History for first period. Boring as fuck. I made it to class with seconds to spare before the bell rings. When it does, the entire class stands collecively to say the Pledge of Alligance. Well....everybody but me. The Pledge itself is not what bugs me, it's the people pledging. America is a fucked up place. Why do we not just promise to a flag and to a "God" that we will remain a nation of justice for all if people are going around committing murders, killing themselves, stealing, lying, and cheating America over? It doens't make and freaking sense to me.
Everyone sits back down after the pledge and listens to Mrs. Well continue talking about the French Revolution. A Topic in our class that couldn't rely on time to let it be done and over with yesterday. But I just grab my I-pod, my earbuds, and black "Love isn't Always Fair" by Black Veil Brides. I then pull out my sketchbook and begin to draw my cares away.
Not before long I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I look up from my skeckbook and pull an earbud out. "Wha?" I snap outloud not to anyone specifically but jus to whoever tapped me. I don't care who it was, they just signed their death warrant. "Iero music out of your ears please." My focus shifts from looking around the room to Mrs. Well who stood at the front of the classroom with her skinny arms crossed.
I grabed my other earbud and ripped it out of my ear, slamming it on my sketchbook. I made sure that she saw how pissed it made me to be told what to do. "Thank You." She said, more frustrated than i've ever heard her before. "Whatever" I threw back. I could feel everyone's eye's on me. It felt like they were staring into my soul, picking away at my most vulnerable spots with intention to make me feel lower than I already do if even possible.
After thirty more minutes of my life wasted, first period finally ended.

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