Chapter 1
The young boy rolled over on his bed, very groggy from being
late the night before. He stood up and
went over to the window. The boy
appears to be 11-13 years old, rather tall for his age. He looks at the window, the shade was pulled
down. Not having a clock in his room he
didn't know what time it was. He rolled
up the shade. It was sunrise.
"Goddamn it!" They
young boy didn't realize how loud he said that, because he heard his mother
come up the stairs.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up! I thought I would have to come in here with
a marching band to wake you up Adam, now get dressed. You don't want to be late for school do you?" Upon hear the last few words his mother
said, Adam bolted under his bed.
"I'm not going to school, I hate school. Nobody likes me there, they tease me." Adam said quietly, but firmly enough so his
mother heard him.
"Listen Adam, I've told you already. Jus"
"No, you listen!" Adam had come out from under his bed and was filled with rage as
he interrupted his mother. "I'm tired
of going to school, I don't learn anything, all the kids make and the teacher
hates me! Why can't yo" Adam's mother
had cut him off just like he had done to her, except she used physical
force. She slapped him so hard across
the face that he fell over. His mother
gave him a cold, callous look and left the room. Adam rose to his feet slowly with a blank expression on his, one
so terrifying that if his mother were still in the room, she would have been
scared for her life. Adam slowly and methodically
changed his clothes and walked out of the house, without saying goodbye or
eating breakfast. The streets of South
Figaro were easy to navigate through as he could make it school in under 5
minutes. He arrived in the classroom
and sat down. The other kids avoided
him and pointed and laughed.
"All right class, sit down." The teacher said. "I
trust all of you did your homework, so who would like to come up to the board
and answer questions one through five?"
The teacher looked through the room, she saw several students with their
hands up, and then noticed Adam, looking at his desk. "Adam how about you answer the questions?"
"No." Adam replied bluntly
"Why Not?" She asked
"Because I didn't do it, and I don't care about school. So how about you stop cramming this garbage
down my throat and do us both a favor?"
The teacher walked over to her desk and grabbed a paddle out of the top
drawer.
"Get over here now!"
"Why not?" Adam said
in a sarcastic tone. He walked over to
the desk and bent over. The teacher
seemed to be releasing a lot of anger in bringing the paddle down. When she was done, Adam looked up to the
class. They were all pointing and
laughing at him. Adam felt a rage grow
inside him, he tried to fight it, but he couldn't deny it. He looked at the teacher's desk and saw a
small blade for sharpening pencils. He
picked it up, smiled and ran at his classmates.
