"Hey, freak!" A strong shove sent the tall boy into the locker. He didn't bother replying, stabling himself and fixing his coat, idiots. Thought they were the coolest things on the planet, like they were all that. Once they got out of this hellhole, which seemed to be their domain, they were fucked.
High school, definitely his least favorite thing. He wanted out of here. Had since the first day he got in here. The people, for one, were complete and utter idiots. The teachers taught the same thing day after day for weeks. He learned it within the first day, why did they keep repeating it? It was just wasting time. The students were stupid too, always making these comments, thinking they're so funny and cool.
He wasn't fond of the way he was treated either. So what, he was smart? Yeah, he was a genius. He should be respected for that, not belittled and called all these things. He was cooler than the people here, he was super smart! And the things they called him, he could ignore some of them, some were really just ridiculous. But that one word they just loved to use. Freak.
That word made him just want to cringe. Oh, he couldn't stand that word nowadays. He didn't show that it bothered him, of course. He didn't show that anything they said bothered him. Diary of a Depressed High School Genius.
He continued on down the hall and stepped outside, cool air with a rainy smell hitting him. He was a Sophomore, and hated every bit of it. He was done with it though, he was sick and tired of all this. No, he wasn't going to go home and kill himself, he had a much better plan. A cooler plan.
See, he'd always had this aspiration, this one job he always wanted. You could call it a 'dream job' but he didn't like that phrase. It wouldn't be a dream for much longer. Plus, he hardly dreamed of it, he just thought about it.
Since he was a kid, he'd wanted to be a pirate. Yes, those guys that live in the see and all. That's what he wanted to be. And to hell if he wasn't about to be. He was done wit school, he was sick of the people, including his brother. That was who he lived with.
His brother was an asshole, to start off. He didn't care. Mycroft didn't care what he did, so long as he didn't get in his brothers way with things. He would get paid to go in his room and shut it for a night. Seriously, Mycroft didn't care. And he didn't care about Mycroft. So, off with this, he was going on an adventure. His own little voyage. And he knew the moment he passed by the docks on his walk home that he had just what he needed to achieve this.
