I stared at the clock in the class, but as much as I willed it, it would not go faster. I thought, for what was probably the millionth time what was going to happen when I got back to my house, I was going to while away another hour till he could go to survival training. Not that it interested me particularly there was 4 lessons; Food, Shelter, Water, Fire. He had listened almost half heartedly to the other parts, but today was the lesson that interested him, Fire.
A few seconds passed, and inexplicably my gaze was drawn to the guys I liked to think of as the 'usual suspects', he used to have a girlfriend, but he had seen less and less of her ever since she joined the society or something. I figured she was probably cheating on somone at that place, I'd thought about asking to join them, but i didnt honestly think that she was worth the total loss of all street cred. I mean the only guy there who you could call reasonably cool was Col, he snorted those guys wouldnt last 5 minutes on the streets or in a fight. It would probably be a bit unjust to call them guys though, most of them were girls, as far as I could tell, it was ironic that the person who was most like him was one of them. Rat or something, they'd had such different bringing ups and almost every thing was different from me to him, yet it had ended up with the end product . Two guys who liked the night and nature, misfits who hate school, liked dogs too. He had one large bastard in his bus, or at least I think it's his, I've only seen it in that place he lives.
"BUUUUUZZ BUUUUUUUZZZ" the buzzer interrupted my thoughts with a scare. I flew backwards and cracked my head on the desk behind, I cursed under my breath as I picked myself in the face of raucous laughter from my class mates. Somone shouted an insult in my direction to I shot him daggers and mimed slitting his throat, he gulped and slid into his chair, obviously remembering what happened to the last kid who'd had that one mimed to him, 3 broken bones and 3 months out of school. That one was for an insult towards his parents, that helped bring the steely glint back to his grey eyes. A few minutes later, I and all the others in his class were going home, for most homework and TV would fill the remaining hours. For me however it would be diffrent.
When I reached the door of my house, I sighed and unlocked the door, then I slammed the heavy oak door shut. I quickly activated the lights and grabbed my zippo, I nonchalantly began opening and closing it as I walked up the marble stairs of my empty house to my bedroom where I slipped into some designer frayed jeans and his favourite hoodie and black baseball cap. I looked out of the window and saw a face obscured by a cap and hoodie with empty grey eyes with messy strands of blonde hair obscuring even them, I smirked as I recognised the face as my own.
so what do you think? this is my first story and i have some ideas to continue it, but revieiws would be helpful, if i get 3 good ones ill make another chapter. (3 is my second luckiest number to 13)