I Am Happy... - Evil Angel97 (essential reading TXT) 📗

"Get your ass down here now!" I rolled over just to hear the last half of the sentence my mom was screaming at me. Glancing at my clock I noticed I only had twenty minutes before I had to be at school. Shit. Jumping up I looked in the mirror. Okay. No need to worry about my hair. I grabbed the first clothes I touched and rushed to the shower. 

"Damn it Casey! If you're not down here in ten minutes I'm leaving you here!" I rolled my eyes before saying, "I'll be down in five!" I quickly showered and dressed. Fixing my make up and grabbing my bag I rushed down the stairs. My entire family was standing there looking at me annoyed.

"It's about time you idiot. God. Why are you so stupid?" I looked at my younger brother and held back all the comments. Instead I went out to the van and climbed into the very back. Plugging in my iPod I turned up my music as loud as it would possibly go. Typical Monday morning. I looked up when I felt the van brake. We were at the high school. I let the latch on the van go and jumped out grabbing my bag and slamming the hatch. Making sure I had all my stuff I pulled up my hood and walked into the school.

I could see everybody looking at me. I must look like Hell. This was the worst weekend so far. I cried myself to sleep every single night. And I knew I had bags under my eyes because I didn't get a lot of sleep. My hair was sticking up every which way. Pulling my sleeves down to cover my hands and turning my music up even louder I went into the commons. Going to the farthest corner table I dropped my bag and went and grabbed an apple. 

Observing. It's what I've always been best at. So why I didn't see the milk carton until it was hitting me squarely in the head I don't know. I felt it break open and start dripping milk down my back. Ignoring it I grabbed my book out of my bag and hunched over to work on the latest poem that I had come up with. Right as I was finishing up the stanza I had been struggling with for over a week, the bell rang. 

Waiting until everybody was clear of the halls I left. The teachers knew I was always late to class. Sometimes I ditched. They gave up trying to discipline me. They knew it only made things worse for me. And them. So, when I walked into my World History class and saw a substitute, I was surprised. This was the one teacher that always gave us warning if she was going to be gone.

"You're late. Sit down. You'll be staying after school with me." I looked at her and said, "No. I'm not. I'm going home and you're going to get over it." I sat down heavily in my chair and watched her write something on a piece of paper. Waiting until her back was to me I quickly removed my iPod from my pocket and transferred it to my bag, replacing it with my phone. Nobody even blinked when I took a pack cigarettes from my hoodie pocket and stuck them in the bottom of my bag.

"Okay. Now, guys-" I zoned out and stared at a corner of the wall. This was going to be just great. I'm going to get a lecture on manners when our teacher comes back. Not something I want or need, but I'm going to get it anyways. Oh well. Suddenly hearing the door open, everybody turned to see the guidance counselor standing there with a boy I didn't recognize. 

"Hi. Sorry to interrupt. I was just showing Isaac here around. I can see your teacher's not here. Umm... Casey! Can you show Isaac where his next class is? I checked your schedule and all ready talked to your art teacher."

I heard somebody in the back snickering and muttering something about how it wouldn't matter anyways. I looked at this kid and noticed he wasn't acting scared. Nor was he acting cocky. He actually looked like he couldn't really care less about where his classes were. That's why I said, "Yeah. No problem. Where is he at right now so I know where to get him at?" 

"Oh, he's in here. I just had some business that I needed to attend to and I figured you'd be the most reliable to show him where things were." I just nodded my head watching as he stuck his hands in his pocket. Studded bracelet. Earrings. Lip ring. A bar in his eye brow. Black hair, natural. Yep. This was going to be fun. 

She leaned over and whispered something in his ear and he just nodded before she walked out of the room. I motioned to the seat behind me where everybody refused to sit and watched as he made his way around the desks. I heard somebody say, "Great. Now we got some faggot ass queer emo kid. Just what we need next to spaztastic over there." 

I knew he was talking about me. I just turned, flipped him off and went back to staring at the wall. About half way through class something touched my shoulder. I jumped and turned seeing him leaning forward. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow? One of those douche bags took mine and won't give them back." I leaned forward and pulled his pencils out from under my desk.

A confused look came across his face. "How did you?" I just looked at him and shook my head. He must have acknowledged this as a 'I'm not talking to you right now' gesture because he just shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his seat. I realized then that I must have missed something during class because the teacher was going through each of the students asking them to say one thing they learned. It was the only way she was going to let them go.

I would leave anyways. I just kind of wished I had something to show this teacher the door with. When she got to the kid in front of me I suddenly heard a voice in my hear. "You didn't listen did you?" I turned my head slightly and said, "That obvious huh?" 

I heard snickering and then, "You were staring at that crack in the wall. I know because you started moving your head like you were tracing it. Next time, though, you might want to make it a little less noticeable."

Just then I heard, "Casey Joseph! Would you please tell the entire class what you found so interesting about today's lecture that you had to discuss it with our new friend?" I looked up at her and then back at him. He was smirking knowing he had just gotten me into trouble. I figured I'd just add to his humor. 

"I didn't learn a fucking thing that I found the least bit interesting. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to show Shark Bait here where his next class is, and we have to walk across the quad. Later."

I stood up and motioned for him to stand. He was leaning back in his seat looking like he couldn't care less. But nonetheless he stood and followed me.

As soon as we were in the hall he looked at me and said, "I'm going to guess you're the outcast that nobody likes and all the teachers put up with because nobody else will?" I rolled my eyes and just started walking. Immediatly pulling my iPod from my bag I turned on a song by Asking Alexandria. It must have still been loud because he was looking at me in complete shock.

"What? God, don't even tell me I need to turn my music down. I know you're new. But that is a really good way to immediatly get on bad terms with me." I saw him make a motion like he was going to speak, but then closed his mouth. "Okay. So, where's your next class at?" We were in the middle of the hall way and I knew the bell was about to ring. And the last thing I wanted was to be in a hall way full of people. "Umm... Hey! Guess who's got art this hour!" 

He grinned and I just groaned. "God, can I ever get a break? Let's go. And by the way, unless you tell me otherwise, I'm going to keep calling you Shark Bait." He just shrugged his shoulders like this was nothing new to him. Suddenly I rememberd the comments from class. I looked at him and said, "Oh another thing. Unless you want to be labeled a freak or anything I wouldn't hang around me too much if I were you. I kind of freaked out on one of the hockey players last year and got labeled a spaz."

He looked at me and said, seriously, "I'm pretty sure that's not going to matter. I've already been labeled a faggot ass queer emo. The only part of that that's true is the 'faggot' term. Although I wouldn't use something that derogatory." I looked at him and had to keep myself from bursting with laughter.

 "Okay. Don't get me wrong. I have absolutely nothing against the LGBTQ Community seeing as I'm bi. But most people don't so openly admit it. Only a handful or people here even suspect that I'm not straight. Why are you so open about it?" I looked at him as we walked across the quad towards the art building. 

"I don't know. I guess I've just found it easier to put it on the table and just have it there. Instead of leaving people confused and wondering what's wrong with me." This made sense to me. That's exactly why I didn't say anything. I was about to say something when suddenly a voice came from behind me. Knowing exactly who it was I just started walking.

Isaac got a confused look on his face but didn't question me. After a couple of seconds the voice came again. Louder this time. Then there were footsteps. That's when I felt it hit me. A cup of water. Ice water. I froze and gave myself a minute to calm down so I didn't rip his head off. 

"Hey! I was talking to you Schizo! Don't ignore me!" I looked at Isaac and saw a look that I hate to see directed towards me. Pity. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm dragging him along behind me. "Hey! What the fuck! I'm talking to you!"

I turned to stare at my attacker. Only to find there wasn't just one. But three. "Why are you ignoring him? You should know by now that shit doesn't fly with us you dyke." And there was that word again. Oh, how wrong they were. 

I looked at Isaac and said, "Just ignore them and keep walking. We're going to be late for class. Not that I really give a shit. But I don't think it would be good for you on your first day." He just looked at me then back at the trio standing there. I still had water dripping down my back, but I was ignoring the splashing noise it was making as it formed a puddle at my feet. 

"Schizo's right you know. You shouldn't be late for art. The teacher's a major pain in the ass." 

"Only she would know that. Seeing as she fucked him!"

"Yeah. That's why she missed a month of school was because she was getting an abortion."

All these were thrown at me with a sharp tongue. I was used to it by now. But if only they knew the real reason