He stared at the blank screen TV doing nothing, but just looking. Lately, he've been thinking about stuff. Being in the 11th grade had that effect on you. One thing he was glad about was that he never got to see them anymore. People forgot about him, he just faded into the background, not to be seen. He avoided everyone he once knew, when people stopped seeing him they threw a huge celebration or party. Of course, he was one who did not sit around idly even though that what it looked like he was doing. No. He had to wait.. wait until the final moment, act only when necessary. He had the peace. After all, no one ever came to his house anymore. Even when passing the house to go to school, no one never took the house a second thought. The house was not dead, but neither were it alive with people. He survived IN the house for 7 years by mainly feeding of what's left. There were a reason why his mom was so poor. His stomach was so huge that it could fill up two tanks. But now-a-days, he barely eat. Only eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
What tho shal lose he wrote down on his paper. He was trying out for poems to keep him entertained but it just that he sucked at poems. Using his quick work of hands, he tore the paper into shred, balled it up, and shot it into the trashcan where the collection of his ideas lay. The boy, almost adult stood up and checked his watch. The time read 11:05 the boy smiled in happiness. The smile was a fake one but for someone like him.. it was hard to tell what was real or fake. He usually came to school late not to be seen. This made him miss his first period and second but the teachers didn't mind, as long as he made it up to them after school. Now one would be asking why come to school late to draw attention to himself. The thing was, no one cared about his identity. He was just a nobody... cannon fodder to be thrown away, waste of life.
He grabbed his bag and soon headed out the door, to a hell that which only one more year were to go. He smiled. A real smiled showing that he was ready for his daily routine.
''Only one more time... and I'm free'' he finally said while leaving the house. He locked and slowly closed the door that was his home. When he door shut, he stepped outside. 'The clock ticks as time passes by. Finally my plan finally comes to fruition' He had a very good one indeed. Not just one that would affect his school, no, but the whole town.
Hello all who is reading this fan-fic, I would like to welcome you to my first fan-fic that will deal with not just cursing, but death! There is no need for you to know who the mysterious boy is since I'm pretty sure all of you know unless you're new here. This idea just came to me keep getting lots of new ideas to explore.