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-Flashback-
I put my bags down and fastened it near my seat. I shook slightly due to my anxiety and felt really nervous about being put into a "speech" course. I felt my body twitched and new my heart was pacing all too fast. I felt like a rabbit being chased and cornered. Yet, I haven't even asked to participate yet. The bell hasn't even rung, not even the entire class has filled yet.

Student, by student finally arrived and the bell screeched eerily in my ear. I looked up at my teacher. She seemed nice enough. Short hair, frumpy body, bright eyes, and a funky, soccer mom type of style. She introduced herself and proceeded to suggest starting off the first day with a game. I thought I might just throw up by the idea. I looked around to see some look almost thrilled and others simply bored by the idea. I stop my gaze to see an interesting boy with long black hair who had a mischievous grin played on his lips. His eyes were surrounded by red rings, maybe he didn't get a very good night sleep last night... maybe it was make up. I turned away and contemplated about the strange boy.

I turned and watch some vaguely jock boy start of the game. We were to tell three things about them and one of them had to be a lie. The sporty kid was fairly uninterested and said his name, age, and where he was from. The lie was obviously his age considering he claimed to be 46. It wasn't very witty but a few girls chuckled at his lame attempt. She went through the row and I could tell I wouldn't like anyone in the class. But sometimes conversation would erupt from those who actually were interested in stumping people with what the lie might be. When the acne ridden boy in the camo jacket said, "I like country, own a lifted truck, and love hunting." The whole class had no idea what he could possibly be lying about. Turns out the apparent red neck was vegan and loved animals. Which proceeded an interesting debate on animal rights.

Soon was the raccoon boys turn, he played with the cuff of his button up shirt and stifled a giggle. "My name is Gerald, my dad is fucking dead and I love using heroin on the daily basis."

The entire room got silent, I expected the teacher to ask him to leave or anything. She only hummed and beamed, "Well students, what do you think?" Some people laughed, others began screaming that the last was the lie. Some others were openly rude and accused him of being a freak. It didn't even phase him.

I felt so much pain from hearing him almost joke about something such as death and drug abuse. Something than struck me with me and my family. I was so screwed by it, this boy had to be the most ignorant fuck I have ever experienced.
Without a single thought, I peaked my voice feeling anger boiling in me, "I think Gerald is a sick minded individual who lied twice."

He bellowed out laughter. "You would be right, madam!"

The teacher kind of chuckled, "well, uhm, interesting..." she turned to him, "looks like I'll have to keep in mind that you're a rule breaker!" She made this all seem casual, like this was okay. He just kept this cheeky smile and looked over to me and winked.

My turn came by and I was almost blinded in my own rage. I usually kept to myself in school, being meek and strange was to my disadvantage. Most people who tried to be my friend failed and couldn't stand being around me too long, I also was very sensitive to certain topics and my moods would swing at full force usually scaring people away. I had people I could talk to in school but not any true friends.

I looked around and sighed, knowing what I was about to do was just going to embarrass myself and with only a slight possible chance it would make a point. "My name is Aubrey , my father overdosed due to heroin and my mother has a very steady job" I added some malice and sarcasm to my voice hoping it would be noticed.

The strange boy started laughing hard, "Theres no way your name is Aubrey!"

In that moment I wanted nothing more than to get up and hurt that boy. Could he not understand? How fucking non empathetic could you be? I wanted to smear his make up and make him cry. Kick him in the dirt and sprinkle salt on every cut hes ever had. My violent impulses have never felt so raw. I never acted on them. Ever.

Some other people laughed, but someone spoke up and said, "Theres no way your mom has a steady job with the way you dress." I shrugged off the comment and laughs and just said, "And the award goes to the girl with hideous braces and the scarf around her neck even though its 80 degrees outside, whats your name?" I turned to her. Her eyes widened and I scoffed, "I just want to make sure I engrave the right name onto the award. But I guess, "Rude Bitch" works too."

The teacher laughed at the situation and told us to calm down. "Now ladies! Lets all calm down! We have others to move onto!"

As the class passed, I felt my anxiety go threw the roof, my manic depression tossed me in a bind. I wanted to do so many things. My mind was so focused just on hurting that boy in every way I could. I wanted to make him love me and break his heart. I wanted to stomp on his ribs until each one would pierce a vital organ. I wanted to see him take me seriously. I wanted him to beg. I began writing in my notebook, drawing and sketching basic monsters and creatures, in order to help calm my mind. Keep the demons at bay. My hand was sloppy and loose, the sketches were almost abstract but yet so concrete to me. My mind was racing and before I knew it, the bell rang.

I grabbed my things absent mindedly and I saw the raccoon boy dart for my open note book that I was busy scribbling in. He grabbed it and laughed. "Wow nice work, your therapist must love these! Do you show these to your da-... ha ha, oops!" His overly sticky sweet voice made me want to vomit on him. I turned to him and looked back to see the teacher was nowhere to be found. I looked at his cheering face, scrunched up in this hideous smile.

And I punched him square in the jaw. "Fuck. You"