"You know what Bitch? I don't need this." I said calmly, standing up from my seat.

The mass of the class looked at me. My gaze didn't go away from Miss Carlyle. I didn't care what they thought.

"You're nothing. You're a pathetic student who's got no future." Miss Carlyle said. Fuck her.

"Eat a fucking pimpled covered dick bitch ,put that on the bitch ass note you're writing. Fuck it. I'll take it down for you." I never yelled. She's not worth it. But she could hear me. That's all that mattered.
I snatched the paper from her and walked out of the room a hell of alot calmer than I felt. I felt my fist clench together and my teeth grit. I was two seconds away from punching her. I was four seconds away from punching her. I won't punch her.

It happened again.

There's no one in the hallway.
There's never anyone in the hallway when I am.

It happened like this in two classes today.
It happened in three yesterday.

It's a regular Tuesday morning.

It happened yesterday.
It happened Friday.
It happened Thursday.
It happened Wednesday.
It happened last Tuesday as well.
It happened last Monday too.

It had happened the week before that.
It'll happen again.

I was at the end.
I was done.
I knew it was over

My name is Axl. I'm going to drop out.

I knew school wasn't for me. Even when I was small.

I hate it when people tell me what to do. I hate it when people underestimate me. I hate it when people call me dumb. I hate the way they look at me.
I hate it. I hate it so much, if I were any less sain I'd murder a few teachers.

I hate the whole concept.

I always come late.

What's the point in trying when you're like me? Stubborn. Uncaring, and generally an asshole.

I barely come to school.

What's the point when the teachers don't even hand you worksheets anymore?
What's the point when there's no chance to pass?

What's the point when you know you won't graduate?

What's the point when you know you aren't like them?
What's the point when you know you don't belong?
What's the point when you never belonged?
What's the point when you're not even smart?
What's the point when you never could be smart?
What's the point when you don't care anymore?

Let's face it, I never cared.

I'm wasting my time.
I'm wasting their time.

Kicked out of class everyday, barely coming to school.

Coming to school only to make their time hell.
Just like they tried so hard to make mine that way.

I walking down the hallway alone again.

I'm always in the hallway alone.

That's when I smirk to myself, remembering what I had said.

I'm amazing. The teachers here weren't even worth my insults.

I was done with the cycle. Oh how I wanted to be done.

This isn't me. I'm not like this.

I joke around, I talk shit but I wasn't okay with this situation.
I wasn't okay. It was rough.

No one understood.
No one was in this situation.

It seemed like I was more alone than I already was.
It hurt bad, I didn't mind.

I will just grin. Grin like always.

Parents always said : Laugh instead of cry.

Here I am : The fool who's laughter is running out.

I get to the office like usual. I calmly open up the door. I smile at the secretary. She looks at me with disgust.

I wave high. I'm sick of this.

I walk into our principle's office. I sit down in the same chair I sit in everyday.

She looks up and our eyes meet. She's going to say the same thing she says always. I get ready to say it with her. Today's gonna be different.

"I hope you know, that this will go down on your permanate record." I recite with her. We're in sync. She looks at me and pauses. I smile at her.

"I don't care." I say breaking the silence.

"Young man, what are you going to do with yourself? What your doing is pathetic." She says.

She said the word. She said it.

It hit right to home.

It hurt me bad.
I didn't mind.
I won't mind.

I smile before I speak.

"Fuck off. I'm going home. How long am I suspended for?" I said sitting back.

"You're not. The worst thing I can do to someone like you is nothing. Go back to class." She said. I slam my hands down on her desk.

"I want to go home. I'm going home. I'm gonna play Strider." I said walking out of her office.

"Axl! I'm calling your mother!" She said getting up out of her seat. I was already calling my mother. God knows I don't have a car. Slacker like me. She sighed and walked back into her office.

I was too old for this shit. My mom expected it from me at this point. My dad did too. They always do. The morning of I always tell them.

"You're gonna get a phone call. Pick it up. It'll be my school. I'm gonna get sent home."

So here was I was. The same repeat. My mom was gonna come and get me. Like usual. I wasn't like these spoiled white kids that just walk out and get in their cars and drive to god knows where.
I wait by the door, some small kid is waiting too. He looks over at me. He stares at me for too long. Almost as if he's paranoid.

"Why are you staring at me? need something?" I said not even taking my eyes away from the door. The kid looked away I saw from my perifial vision.

"It's...just erm...you're never at school...and I sit behind you... in Art...and Algebra 2..." He started up. What the fuck man. Just get out what you want to say. I scoffed.

"So what? What do you want to say?" I asked egging him on. I knew he'd crack and maybe cry. He looked like it.

"I...I don't know...I'm sorry...that you get so upset. I don't know what I'm trying to say...I want to say...that, I want to say...school is important and if you let them get to you...you'll turn out to be nothing and I think you're really cool...and..." He said.

I cut him off.

"You know what? You don't know what I need. You're not me. You don't know me. And from what I see, you get good grades. You don't say anything in class, you don't talk to anyone, so don't give me shit about what I need. You're the one that's nothing...NOT ME. You don't understand. Fuck off." I said. I walked out.

I walked out and didn't look back. I didn't think about what I had told him. I remembered his name...it was Rock. Fuck that guy.

I walked away, I didn't even wait for my mother. I was done. I was done with everything. I went to the nearby park next to my highschool, it was a bit up the road but by no means a far walk at all. I sat on a tree stomp in the middle of the park and put my hands in my fists. I made a small groaning sound. The snow was too bright and it hurt my eyes.
It was cold outside. Why did I even do this? What the hell was I even doing. I sighed outloud. Suddenly there was someone next to me. I looked up and glared.

"Hey Axl. What's up?" The dude said looking at me. I was scared as shit to be honest. Who was this dude? He looked older than me. And why the fuck did he even know my name?

"Whats up...greaser dude." I said waving hi accepting my fate of talking to this guy, I was in no mood.

"Wanna drop out huh?" Dude said. I nodded, at this point I thought I'd gone off the deep edge and imagined this. Like the hell? Dude appeared out of nowhere on some mystical spirit shit and knows my name. I had too many starburst.

"Yeah, I really want to. But I feel like I'll disapoint everyone I know and love."

"My dude you already do that." Dude said sitting down next to me. I grinned to myself.

"I know...I'm a fuck up by trait." I admitted to myself.

"But still, You can't let go of your pride. You want to be amazing at something. So you're shooting for being amazing at being the worst." He said.

He stole the words I wanted to say to myself for a long time. Who the hell was this. I wanted to get mad, but I knew it was true.
I wanted to live up to their expectations. I wanted to be the worst, because I couldn't be the best.

I wasn't smart enough to get good grades, I didn't have the tolerance to listen, I didn't have the tolerance to get along in a regular setting. I was different from the rest.
School wasn't for me.
I was ignorant by trade.
If only I could change.

"You can't change." He said outloud. I started fiddling with my scarve nervously. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I couldn't look at him at all. This was the embodiment of the truth. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

No one was the problem. I was the problem.

"You don't know me." I say suddenly rejecting every thought I just had.

"I do, I honestly do. My name is Blues and I want to tell you something that will help you." He said. I scoffed and nodded.

"Drop out. Don't stress. Just drop out" He said.

My eyes widened.

I'll do it. I will. I have the strength now. I won't cling anymore.
When looked again he was gone.

"Fuck." I said outloud looking up.

Either I'd been trippin or some real life shit just happened.

But I knew what I had to do.

I ended up dropping out.

Then I had the worst month of my life.

Why would that asshole tell me to do it? Why?

A month after that I enrolled in another school. I passed like it was no ones business.

I had never been more hungry for anything in my life.

I still haven't graduated because that was only a few months ago, but all I can think about is going into my old high school and trolling the hell out of all the teachers that told me I couldn't.

I'm going to be worst. I take pride in that shit.

Urotander.

Thanks Blues.
Or naw I take it back.
Actually yeah, thanks Blues.
(Greaser ass motherfucker)

The end

This chapter, is something that hits right home. This is a true story, minus Blues. Yes, this is Froggy's story.

But that's all xD Fun fact, the first couple of lines were real life quotes, yeah I'm not too proud. But it's all gucci.

See you guys next chapter, be prepared for Roll.