Hey guys so this is the real chapter 4. I hope you like it!
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MAX POV:
I finished writing the poem and turned to find Iggy looking at me through the doorway.
"What is it that you need Igfreed?"
"Nothing. I just came to see how you were doing."
"I'm doing fine thank you. Now can you please leave me alone." he completely ignored what I said.
"Have you written anything yet? In your journal, I mean."
"yes," I said hesitantly, "I have. And I was going to write more so if you will excuse me and get the HELL out!"
"Jeesh, alright. I'll leave." he walked out the door and I turned back to my notebook.
Dead
Dead
It's a term used for deceased
Dead
It means gone
Dead
It means lifeless
Dead, if that is what it means
Then I am dead
I don't live life to the fullest
I hide the pain
It's all a mask
Dead
It's what describes me
If I were gone no one would notice
If I were gone no one would care
Dead
It's what I am to be fair
Dead
I'm not actually dead you see
But I might as well be
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~this is not the droid you are looking for~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
FANG POV:
I woke up to the sound of my mom's car leaving for work, with her in it of course. I got out of bed and got in the shower. After I was dressed I headed downstairs to make myself some breakfast, but one quick glance at the clock and that plan was quickly thrown out the window.
I rushed outside and ran all the way to the bus stop. When I got there Ari was sitting on the bench smirking at me for nearly being late. Me, being a man of many words just smacked him upside the head while scowling at him. He just started laughing and then right as I was about to break his face the bus pulled up. We got on and were then on our way to school.
MAX POV:
I was highly debating not going to school today, but decided I'd better attend considering if I have any more absences the principal, who doesn't necessarily enjoy my presence at his school, will suspend my ass or if he's in a particularly bad mood he'll expel me, which is always a joy. But seriously, I can't afford that if I want to get into a good college, which needs to happen if I ever want to get out of this hell hole. It's bad enough that I already have criminal record, but we will talk about that story at a later date.
Anyways I walk up to school and the first thing I see is the dip wad from AP English. I try to ignore him and avert my eyes but I'm too late and he sees me.
"Hey Max!" I put my head down and walk the other hoping he will just leave it. But I'm not that lucky am I?
"Hey Max! Didn't you hear me? I was calling your name. Oh well, come on, I want you to meet someone." he grabs my wrist and I hiss in pain. He had hit a couple new cuts that were still pretty fresh and hurt like a bitch when he gripped my arm. Apparently he heard me and immediately dropped my arm like a hot plate.
"Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? Is it a wound, bruise, cut?" there he is with all of his questions. I snap.
"Listen Fang," I sneer his name, "leave me alone okay? I don't want you to be my friend, I don't want you to hang around. I don't need you company. I don't likeyou. In fact, I rather dislikeyou. I really hate you actually. I find you super annoying and honestly, most of the time when you are around I want to punch you in the face and hopefully break something. So if you'd please I'd really appreciate it if you would please leave. me. ALONE!" I walked away and didn't turn to see his reaction to my harsh words.
When I got to my homeroom I sat down in the back and pulled out my notebook. I started to write:
People
So many people
They surround me
I can't escape
I can't breathe
They close in
They try to help
They don't know
They will never know
They don't care to know
No one dares step closer
They all look afraid
They whisper
They spread lies
They think I don't know
But I do
I've always known
I'm scared
I don't know what to do
I'm alone, so alone
No one dares try to talk to me
No one dares look me in the eye
They all hide away
So afraid
They don't know what to do
I dream
I dream of better things
Of beautiful places
Places where no one is judged
Places where people care
Really, truly care
People just don't understand
They look in the mirrors and see themselves
Only themselves
They only care about themselves
They can't be bothered by other people's lives
I am different
when I look in the mirror
I see a monster
I see the names I have been called
I see the horrible things I have done
I see all the good I can do
The potential I have
But people
They crush the good
They tear it down before it has the chance to grow
The moment sunshine comes they shroud it in darkness
So I ask you
Are you human
Or are you a person
Because people just don't understand
They are cruel
But they just don't understand
I finished writing just as the bell rung signaling the end of class. Oops. I guess I was writing the entire class period. I hope that I didn't miss anything important. I probably didn't. I mean it's just homeroom, right?
So guys that was the chapter. I hope you liked it. I also hope you guys had a wonderful Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or whatever it is that you celebrate.
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Any ways that's it, but I have one last thing to ask you guys. Have you ever heard of the band Thriving Ivory? I recently discovered them and they are fantastic. I am addicted. So you should totally go check them out. Okay, that's all I got. Peace suckas!