Chapter 1: My life

I'm not the most popular guy. I don't have a million friends on Facebook like the rest, I'm just me. I wake up, go to school, come home and pop open my laptop, take my daily dose of My Little Pony fan content, draw some, and sleep. My daily routine never changes. Repeating day after day. Some would enjoy this kind of life style, instead I do not. I want an adventure... a change... something brand new and exciting. In short I want my dreams to come true, even if they are crazy and impossible. An underweight boy with big dreams, dreams of a new life per se. Aside from describing myself there is more to my life, like the school I attend... oh man that is a story of its own to explain. Have you ever been imprisoned? Locked away in a cage? Played hide and seek with a friend and hid under the bed or couch? All in all, that is my school. Crazy enough it seems like the administration don't care too much about the students, they let us just... be there. You know? They only care about the money they are making for imprisoning us in this horrible institution...

The constant ringing of my alarm pierced through my head, like that of a spear impaling a spartan at war. I rose drowsily scratching my mess of hair. The sound of my yawns being drowned out by the roaring of the lion on my nightstand.
"Just great." I whispered to myself. "Another day of pointless learning" in a sarcastic tone. As the sun started to rise in the horizon I leaped out of my bed and proceeded to change into a fresh pair of clothing. When I finished buttoning up my school uniform I limped through the hallway and down the steps, my movements corresponding to a zombies.
"Mom!" I called out. "I'm leaving for school!"
"Alright honey", she replied. "Have a good day"
I responded with a sarcastic laugh, knowing my school day will be just as boring and uninteresting as the next. Swiftly I opened my front door and leaped onto the cement of my driveway. Strutting down and onto the sidewalk, the sound of my keys banging together the only thing that could be heard. The dead trees shaking in the chill wind. Taking in all of the beauty, the quietness, and the peace. This is one of the moments I enjoy the most of my day. No one is around to bother me, to critique me, to make my day worse. The birds can sing to me and the echo of cars starting up and pulling off will be heard in the distance.

When I turned around the corner I arrived at the bus stop. The sound of screeching occurred to my left. I pulled my phone out of a pocket and stared at the screen with a familiar Rainbow Dash wallpaper and smiled smugly, "On time again".
The doors to my bus opened up and I greeted my driver, taking my seat and buckling myself in. After adjusting my winter hat I plugged my ear phones to my IPod and prepared for the long drive to hell.

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Slowly I walked into the freezing prison known as my school. Sighing and listening to the rambling of video games and pointless topics being blurted out by the idiots I dare to call my Acquaintances. Wisely I turned down into another hallway to escape their stupidity and enter my own safe haven. "Why am I still here?" I whispered quietly. "Why do I stay in this horrible place". Aggressively I threw my bag against a wall.
"I could of gone to that school down the street, but nooooo~ I didn't want to deal with the jerks who go there. I bet the staff and other students there would of been so much better than here" I sigh heavily.
"It's not fair, why do I have to be stuck here" I slid down the wall and held my head in my hands, preparing to take on the day. My friend Steven seemed to be absent today hooray for being a loner for 6 hours.

The wait felt like hours. It's not like it would change anything though, I would have to get to class and work. Work for what seemed like nothing. I was always complaining about the fact that an artist shouldn't have to learn this bull crap... but do you think the schools administration would consider my thoughts? Of course not.

Finally the bell for first period rang and I hurried up the nearest stair case and through the halls. Avoiding as many people as possible. My schools hallways are like... well have you seen the lion king? It's like the part where Mufasa is ran over in the herd. Opening the door I stepped into my first class of the day, US History. Placing my bag on the desk I sat down. Breathing heavily after the run all the way across the school I sat back in my chair and listened to the morning announcements. As boring as they always are, talking about seniors getting into colleges, the weather, and stupid fundraisers. When will they learn that no one cares about these things. If they wanted to know what the weather was like outside they would just stick their head out of a window.
"Hello class, today we will be learning about Andrew Jackson and his role in our countries growth" my teacher stated. Clearly I wasn't interested, so I rested my head on my arms and day dreamed for the next 80 minutes.