As the friends' race towards their first period, they all had one collective thought, " We are so screwed!" They showed up to their first period, which unluckily enough for them was the class with the worst teacher imaginable. His name was Mr. Rogers. Despite what you might believe, he is not your friendly neighbor. He is, in fact, the exact opposite. He is the meanest, most hateful person anyone would have the displeasure of meeting. When they arrived in the class, they tried their best to sneak to their desks quietly while he was writing on the chalkboard. However, they failed miserably as he whipped around and stared directly at them. His face was redder than a lobster as he glared at them with what seemed to be the sun's fury. "Are you all stupid?", "Because if you aren't, it seems you are either arrogant or lazy." the ever-redder teacher said while his voice was quivering with the rage of a leader discovering his right hand betrayed him. The group knew what they were in for, so they prepared themselves and steeled their resolve prepared for whatever was coming. After their teacher was done with his tantrum, the group sat in their seats, and he continued with his lesson.
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The class ended with the ring of the bell and the teacher telling them to get out. They separated going to their individual classes. The bell rang, signaling for lunch. As the group sat at their lunch table, they looked down at their food in absolute disgust. The cafeteria food of their school was the worst food imaginable. Lucid, the only exclusion in this shared disgust, was scarfing down the food like a rabid animal who hadn't eaten in days. Mainly because he hadn't eaten in days. The rare times that Lucid's father actually fed him were only when he was too drunk to even notice who his son was. He was only alive today because of the school's free lunches that all his friends would give him. After lunch was over, they continued the rest of their school day. Now to fully understand the burdens put on Lucid, he was beaten, starved, and sleep-deprived, but he was also forced to work a part-time job. Usually, this wouldn't be a bad thing; however, all of his funds from work are given to his drunkard of a father. The only money he can make is the small amount he scrapes off the top of his paycheck before giving it to his father. With the money he's been taking since he started at his job he has been able to live, without it he probably would have starved long ago, and now he almost has enough to go to the college of his choice, preferably as far away from his dad as possible. So as he sat there at the table scarfing down the little food allotted to him. As he and his friends carried on there conversation, Lucid got a sudden pain in the back of his head, he turned around to see what had caused someone he rather hoped he wouldn't. Jerimiah Kingston, that pain was from being smacked upside the head with considerable force. While there were many people in the school who didn't like him, Jerimiah was by far the most outward expressing of the lot. Although his reasoning was entirely unknown to Lucid the guy has had it out for him since practically day one. Lucid looked up into the other boys glaring eyes, a cold fury steeling across his own, he asked," What the hell dude! I haven't even said anything to you today, what gives?" As he speaks he stands up to look the other boy in the eye noticing for the first time he's actually considerably taller than the other boy. "What gives is the fact that I felt like it you fuckwit, now sit down before I make you eat pavement" Jeremiah snaps back as he's forced to look up at Lucid. As Lucid stares at the shorter boy contemplating his next move, as he's standing there Ashten and Grant stand up beside him. Ashten is the first to speak saying," Hey you Pug-nosed piece of shit why don't you leave us the hell alone before you infect someone with your stupidity, nobody here has time for your bullshit today" Jerimiah snaps his head towards Ashten glaring daggers into him, as the boy balls up his fists he's caught off guard by a solid right hook to the jaw leaving him in a heap on the floor. Everything happened so quickly that nobody had the time to even grab their phones to record. Grant turns to his right looking at Lucid saying in an exacerbated tone," You know you just got us like a week of detention right?" Before Lucid could reply Ashten turns to him and says," See why can't you just do that to the piece of shit you call a father and you'd never have to worry about him again." Lucid looks at them both," Respectively, I know, totally worth it, and if I did that I'd kill him and orange just isn't my color this year." He says with the same tone as if he were talking about the weather. The shock was evident on all of his friends faces, but before they could utter a word the intercom clicked on with a loud," LUCID WILLIAMS, GRANT EMELIUS, AND ASHTEN CARISTON TO THE FRONT OFFICE PLEASE." "Well shit," all three of the boys say collectively. Lucid turns his head towards a random student, the boy seemed to be an underclassmen although Lucid didn't pay much heed to most of the people at the school," Hey can you take him to the infirmary please." He says while nodding his head towards the unconscious Jerimiah. "Y-yea I can do that," the boy mutters sheepishly. "Thanks kid I appreciate the help," Lucid says with a classic toothy grin as he pops a sucker into his mouth.
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