Poindexter rushed towards the stairs; he didn't care that he had pushed anyone or that their heavy text books fell to the floor. He didn't care about the hall monitor or his tickets. Poindexter rushed to the entryway to the stairs as best he could with his teary vision. He slammed into the wall, his shoulder aching from the impact. But he pressed on up the three flights, ignoring the pain. Once he made it to the top, he slammed the door open, his chest now constricting due to the strain on his asthma. Despite the pain in his chest, he pressed on to the ledge of the building, the railing around it his only obstacle. Quickly maneuvering under it, he now stood merely a few inches from the edge of the building. He wrapped his hands tightly around the railing behind him as he looked down at the scene below him. He could see the other students congregating on the green below him.
Poindexter could feel his throat tighten with the sobs that he so desperately wanted to let go but couldn't due to the tightness in his lungs. He could feel his nose running along with his tears and quickly brought his arm up to his face to wipe them away. Poindexter's hands tightened on the rail with determination. If I just let go, it'll be over…
As his grip slowly began to loosen, he thought of who would miss him if he let go. Surely no one from school; especially not the bullies. If he was gone, they would probably just be disappointed that they would have one less dweeb to kick around. None of the teachers; even his favorite teachers forgot his name. And especially not the principle who had told him over and over to buck up and to stop whining. He also had no friends to speak of, not even in the chess club. Poindexter then thought of his parents; they would surely miss their own son? But the more he thought about it, the less he was so sure. His mother was so concerned about her book club and Betty Crocker recipes she never noticed when he came home with a black eye every Thursday. And his father could care less about his stellar grades. And he would always have a fit whenever his glasses broke or his clothes got ripped.
No one's going to miss me… No one's going to care…
With that last thought, Poindexter let go of the railing as he pushed himself forward from the ledge and took to the air.