Oh shit. This is the guy from my school. The assassin. Shit f.u.c.k shit f.u.c.k shit.

"I'm fine."

I say trying to get by, but failing miserably.

"Excuse me sir."

"Sir? I'm only a couple years older than you."

Come on I just wanna go home. Why does life suck.

"There you are."

I look up and see him. My father.

"Hi..dad.."

The dark haired man begins to walk away.

"Were you just crying?"

"Uhh.."

"Be a man about it."

He said with a serious face.

Well sorry dad that I wasn't born with a pee pee.

My father told me to go fix up my face in the wash room. I've been hiding in here since.

Damn it I just wanted to go home.

Maybe if I make a run for it.

So that's what I did I bolted to the door and hit something. Of course I fell down and when I looked up-

"Shit"