John walks in the classroom, one of the first there as usual. He sits down and takes out his left earbud, so the stupid teacher can't see. She's really dumb, if you don't have your player in plain sight, she doesn't notice. It's actually mind-boggling. And it can't be that she doesn't care because if you keep it in plain sight she tells you to take it out and put it away.

John sighs as he thinks about how stupid everyone is. He slumps, looking through his playlist under the desk.

Another 45 minutes of a boring class. This one happens to be the least favorite of his. In fact, he hates it with a burning passion. His teacher is way too oblivious and stupid, and she is so fucking happy and naive all the time.

The bell rings after a couple minutes of zoning out. The usual assholes surround John like every other day. It's almost as if the game never happened.

Actually if it weren't for the absence of his dad and the presence of the trolls in his contacts, it would be pretty much exactly like that.

The teacher begins her ranting and students were told to copy the notes. Just like every day. Then later there's an 80% chance that she'll make them get into partner groups for the last half of class. John doesn't work well with other people. People don't work well with him. It's just a mutual agreement that everyone minds their own business and hangs out with their own friends regardless of directions. Of course, John doesn't have anyone he knows in History class period 5.

He doesn't know anyone in any of his classes.

Sure enough, the teacher tells them to get into their groups. "No clusters. Only groups of two."

Like always people make excuses like "she asked me how to do this question" and shit like that. The teacher totally buys it.

A group of popular people swarm around him and want his seat. He's tired and doesn't take all of their bullshit. John stands up for himself someetimes, besides it's a seat, who cares. They can pull some chair over.

"I said move, asshole," One of them snaps.

"Nope," He replys simply, putting his head down on his binder.

Another one joins in. "Go the fuck away, bitch."

"Nope," He repeats.

They debate loudly how they would get John to move.

"Hit him, even though he's a girl."

"Nah, just shove the desk."

One of them shoves his desk forward from behind. John's head shoots up and he glares at the one responsible.

"Eww don't push him towards me," The one in front says, pushing him in a different direction. After few seconds of being jerked around, he snaps.

"I will stab you in the chest," He hisses at them, violently replacing his desk.

Usually John wouldn't say that to anyone but he is so tired of life's pure bullshit, and let's face it they deserve it.

He angrily puts his head back down. After minutes of recieving jeers and being poked, he finally gets smacked with something. He glares at them and grabs one of their notebooks, whipping it over a couple desks.

The owner of the notebook gets up angrily and yells more.

The teacher also gets up and asks what happened and why they aren't in partner groups.

The popular assholes are quick to tell how John had thrown the kid's papers.

The teacher calls John and two of the assholes into the hallway where she asks John why he had thrown the other kid's notebook.

After a pause, the feeling of being in trouble and being hated wells up and courses through him. "I felt like it," He says with quiet rage.

"You have a two-hour detention and a referral. Go back inside," She says.

John trudges back in the room, taking his iPod back out of his pocket, not caring about hiding it anymore. There's less than ten minutes of class left and he just couldn't give a shit any longer. He finds his binder open on the floor with papers scattered everywhere. He sits down and keeps calm, playing on a song he likes, not giving them the satisfaction of watching him pick up all the shit.

After a minute or so, the teacher and the two boys return. The teacher goes back to her desk and the two boys come back. They make snide remarks and jokes about John. Everyone seems to be giggling. Everyone is against him. He's the idiot, and the center of attention.

He ignores the ruckus as best he can, but when he looks up, the teacher is standing there with her hand out.

"Give me the iPod, it's going to the office."

John let out a frusterated breath and pulled out his earbuds, handing his player to her. He leans back and closes his eyes, waiting for class to end.

The bell finally rings and everybody leaves. John slowly picks up his belongings, fixing them as best he can. He makes his way to his locker where a happy-as-ever Willy nearly runs into him.

"Hi!" He says, enthusiastic as always.

"Hi," John smiled at him.

Willy moved on and John's false smile faded away. He packed his backpack and headed for last period. All he could think was Can I just die. Can I just curl up and disappear now. Nobody would care. Can I just die already.

He weaved around people in the halls, thinking with his quiet sadness and pain. The pain of being alone.

Hey guys! Another chapter is finisheeeed and I hope you like it :) Leave comments suggestions and stuff in a review or PM me! I know it's short these chapters will be super short because I also have to work on my other fic, but if you leave your suggestions in the reviews I will take them into consideration. For example, if you wouldn't mind it taking longer to update, I could make the chapters longer. So yeah.

Also I found a really awesome song, it's not really "mood music" but it's a really cool song and maybe you can relate? Probably not but it's still really awesome! Especially if you like Linkin Park like me :3 On Youtube search "awake mankind is obsolete". You're welcome.

I just thought of something O.O What if someone I know knew who I was because that's based on a recent experience of mine. That. Would. Be. The weirdest. _

Anyway byyyyyyyyee! 3