Cyrus limped slowly all the way to the nurses office. The hallway was crowded and it was a long way down the hallway. Which he hated most but didn't complain. The nurse Mrs. Rogers acted as a mother figure although he found her annoying.
As he got closer to the door, he tried turning the knob.. It was locked. Cyrus slumped against the door... Pulling out his pocket knife that he normally brought with him in his backpack. He started fiddling and playing with the
knife.
As he played with the knife for what seemed to be forever nobody even came.. It was probably already 8am already.
After what seemed like an eternity. The nurse Mrs. Rogers finally came and unlocked the door. She helped him up gently from being slumped against the door. Mrs. Rogers patted a seat next to her desk as she reached for cleaning supplies to clean his injuries with.
As she was cleaning them she asked, "This is the eighth time this week Cyrus. Are you alright?"
Cyrus rolled his eyes, "so what if I've been here eight times already. What's so wrong about it. "
Mrs. Rogers responded by putting his bandages and Band-Aids on. She leaned closer and put her hand over his forehead, checking his temperature. Cyrus immediately responded to the touch by pushing her hand away and giving her a nasty look.
He said, "Don't touch me." Cyrus hated interacting and talking because he thought it was irrational and stupid but he had to tell her not to touch him.
Mrs. Rogers responded, "Oh okay. How's your father doing?" She asked trying to make small talk to calm Cyrus down a little bit.
Cyrus reluctantly said in an annoyed tone, "he's okay I guess... Why does it matter anyways..?" Cyrus still kept that nasty look on his face. Clearly indicating he didn't really wanna talk to her nor even look at her.
He was easily annoyed and she was giving him a headache. After Mrs. Rogers, finished Mrs. Rogers wrote him a note. As Cyrus walked back to class annoyed still. The crowded hallway just made his headache worse.
He hated school with all of his heart but this made him hate it even more, which he thought wasn't possible until now. Why did he have to be here? It's not like he got good grades... Nor did he have any friends.