Hell. That's the only thing I can call it. Hell.

Some say that high school is the best years of your life. Full of friends, parties, relationships. But not for me. Not by a long shot. See the thing about high school, is that everyone has their, thing. You have your typical friend groups, but I like to give them my own names. You know the types, the bitchy girls who think they're all that, the guys who haven't changed since kindergarden, and those are just a couple off the top of my head. But sometimes, all those who are just a bit different, find a group to make their own.

Not. For. Me. See the thing is, I'm mute. For those who might now know what that means, it means I don't speak. Ever. So that kind of insites room for insults like me being slow, mouse and some other names. I never talk to anyone, I don't try to make friends, and people don't try to make friends with me. I won't make the same mistake twice, and everyone got the message from the last person who tried. But that's a story for another time. Sorry not sorry. Any teacher who has tried to get a word out of me just ended up dissapointed. Now though, they all seem to have given up, which I'm thankful for. I'm glad I'm just smart enough for the most part to not have questions for them.

Each day I'm here, I have to remind myself that I'm that much closer to getting out of this place. Sure everything looks nice, the walls have pictures of smiling students, "inspirational" quotes and messages, cringy memes everywhere. But under all that, it's rough. The teachers expect us to get all their homework done, which for me, one of the top ten in this school, still takes hours of time, and leaves me going to bed usually at three in the morning. But when students come to school tired and sleep deprived, they tell us to get more sleep. But enough about that sorry, just my little rant.

As I arrive at the school, I take a moment to stare at the steps leading up. They are the hardest to walk up in the morning, and the easiest to race down in the afternoon. I make my way up to the large front doors to the school and through the open doors. I keep my head down for the most part but up just enough to weave my way through the masses. It was always tricky to squeeze by the big groups of people who insisted on taking up the entire hallway. I managed to get past without incident and made my way to my locker.

I quickly stuff my bag in, and pull out my binders, physics, and science book. I just needed my homework folders from my bag and I would be all set. I open it up all the way to grab the folder. Nothing. I look inside my gray bag and see it's not in there. It's one big rectangle with only two pockets on the inside. One for a laptop, and the rest for whatever I put in it. My folder wasn't in there. I look for it in my locker thinking I might have already put it on the bottem with the other binders. Nothing. And then it hits me, I left it on my floor next to my bag!

"Shit! I needed that! Urgh why didn't I just put it IN my bag like a normal person! God frigging dammit!"

I slam my locker in frustration only to have the sound of my pen holder falling off the side. My pens spilling out everywhere inside greets my ears as I close my eyes. My shoulders slump and rather than facepalm, I let my head fall onto my locker, causing a small thud to be heard. I take a deep breath and lean my head back.

"Wonderful way to start the day."

I open my eyes again just as the first bell rings signaling I have 4 minutes to get to my first class. Physics 1st thing in the morning isn't my favorite but it beats history class by a long shot. I begin to make my way down the hall happy to at least get to class without incid-

"HEY MOUSE!"

"Fuck my FUCKING LIFE! Can I please just get one fucking break!"

I had hoped to avoid an incident this morning but it looks like today is just not my day. I stopped in my tracks and let out another sigh of frustration. If my class was just a bit closer I would've just kept on walking but I still had a ways to go.

"Hey there mouse how ya doing. Having a good day! I know my day just got a bit better!"

Flash Thompson. My favorite person in this whole school.

"I couldn't find Parker this morning so you'll have to sub in for now."

"Wonderful I have to listen to this asshole for the next three minutes."

"I'm headed to science. Where are you off to?"

He was just off to my right now and I resumed my walking to physics class. Now I just gave him a look that said 'Really? You're asking the mute kid a question that's not yes or no?'

"Right. Uh. Well, you're walking to the science hall. But you're not in my science class. Sooo physics?"

"Hmm. He may be an idiot...but he's not stupid."

I nodded my head slightly so he knew that he got the right answer.

"Awesome! So, I uh, I was wondering..."

"NOPE!"

*RING*

"Saved by the bell!"

I saw my classroom and took this my opportunity to make a break for it. The bright and shiny red letters above the door that said PHYSICS had just become my favorite color. I began to full on sprint down the hall to the words that would ensure my saftey for the moment.

"Hey wait!"

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope."

"Hey wait up!"

I heard Flash's footsteps quicken as he tried to catch up to me before I reached my classroom, but he was too late. I was in those doors and not a second later the mobs began flooding in. He had no time to get to me now if he wanted to be on time for his own class.

I sat down in my seat and the final bell rang. The teacher closed the door to the classroom so if someone was late they now had to get a pass back in the room. I was thankful that I had been able to get away. I would have to watch where I go now if I hoped to avoid Flash for the rest of the day. The lights in the class all turned off, plunging the room into total darkness except for a small light up front. I looked up and saw my teacher standing there holding a lighter and a pop bottle.

"Oh god. Please no. Not this again. Please god anything but this."

"Ok everyone class has begun. Welcome to physics."