It was late on a Saturday and I was at the top of Melancholy Hill. Funny name isn't it? It's called this due to the fact that people come up here usually just to be alone. Below me a football game was going on between United Prep and Thomson Prep. They were our school's rivals. Apparently the game was a big deal but I didn't care for it much. Besides I really didn't like being alone in a big crowd of people.

Instead I sat on the hill and lit a cigarette while watching everyone else cheering and chanting down below me. I leaned against an old, rusty cannon that was supposedly from the Revolutionary War and all. You could see the whole field from atop this hill although you couldn't see that grand stands to hot but you sure as hell could hear the yelling and chanting. Pretty much the whole school, excluding me, was down there at the game.

I exhaled the smoke from my lungs and pressed down the end of my cigarette on the rusted cannon barrel then flicked it aside. I headed down the hill to my dormitory to start packing. If you haven't figured it out yet, I've been expelled. Apparently if you don't get good enough grades in this school they expel you so their reputation isn't tarnished. I wasn't the first to be expelled from this place thus far; in fact the give people the ax quite frequently here.

Anyways, it was November and it was damn cold. All I had on was my dark bomber jacket; sure it was something but it didn't really help keep out the cold. Soon my ears began turning crimson from being on the hill for so long. When I reached my dorm I rubbed my hands together to help warm me. I lost most of my breath as well due to my heavy smoking. Don't get me wrong, I was pretty damn healthy despite this though. I passed all the health checkups.

I entered the universal dorm room and sighed. It would be my last day in this place. I made a B-line toward the closet I shared with my roommate, Francis Bonnefoy. His family is from France but he moved here when he was little I guess. He is the one who hooks me up with cigarettes. Francis is the kind of guy who does whatever he wants and doesn't give a fuck. He is a bit of a jerk and not many people like him. An unloved jerk I always say. He always seems to have a girl with him, though he is just using them for his own pleasure. Everyone at this school knows Francis hates the idea of love.

I was kinda glad I didn't find him in the room when I came. I just wanted to be alone. When I opened my closet I pulled out my old suitcase and began to pack for my extended Thanksgiving vacation. When I basically got all my junk packed away I noticed my old baseball bat. It was my favorite thing I had. I remember that last school I went to I got expelled because of this bat. I was a member of the baseball team and I always used this bat because it used to belong to my brother when he went to school. Some kid was being down right bastard and I basically lost control. I always had a short temper and this kid was begging for it. After that incident the kid couldn't walk for weeks. I smiled a little at that memory and I was surprised I hadn't used this bat at all at this school.

I grabbed it and started messing around. I did some fake swings like I was in a real game and tossing it around and catching it. I swear to God that you'd think I was in color guard if you saw how nimble I was with this bat. It felt so good to hold it again.

I swung my bat over my shoulder and grabbed my suitcase and headed out. I made my way down the halls and into the courtyard. I passed familiar faces. I saw Francis smoking in the background surrounded by a couple of girls. He looked so miserable. I smirked at this. I thought he glanced at me quickly but I wasn't sure. If he did I was glad he didn't decide to come over to me. I really didn't feel like talking to him; or anybody for the matter.

Crisp autumn air blew past my face. My sneakers crushed the multicolored leaves below as a strolled out of the school. I looked up to the rolling clouds above me and smiled. I will never be returning to this phony school ever again.