User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Teenage Angst Chapter 1: Say it Ain't So

Being thrusted at the outer perimeter wall was not Gregory Todd's intention, the inception of it was still hazy. His father had opposed any idea of having this waste of skin and meat remain at his home, his mother shared the same outright disposition. As he sat on the sidewalk, gazing down at his old, worn skater shoes he felt a strong sense of abandonment.

Bullworth was a place of revered sentiment, from the grimy gargoyles that littered the perimeter walls, to the unimaginable horrors that lie within them. Greg had heard the tall tales from many of the Greasebaits he slumped around with, or hitched a ride from. It was rich kid galore, the impoverished stood very little chance against that. To even cast a glance at the name of this unremarkable burdened scrape of land, Bullworth Academy, just showed that something wicked hid within the cobblestone outcroppings that incased it.

By now Greg had walked through the main gate and was making his way to the premiere building, it seemed as if this was something of nightmares. There was not a being in sight, the clouds had moved over, concealing the sun from providing warmth and reasoning to the world. Even a slight rainfall had commenced. Gregory even began to question if this was reality, or some fabled dream he found himself to be subsiding from.

After entering the main office he was greated by a woman who gave him a false smile, with a tint of malice hidden beneath the cheek-to-cheek grin.

"Hello there, you must be Gregory Todd." She looked him over, none so remarkable, she thought to herself briskly. This was just another outcast that would be lifelessly tossed around by the big dogs at Bullworth. She knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it.

Upon gathering his bearings, an ugly school uniform clad with blue, and the just as revolting formal slacks, plus his class scheduled, he mosied down the steps and to the front entrance. As he did so a feeling of being watched came over him. As if the eyes of all that may judge are now making their judgement.

Clad in his red flannel, faded blue jeans, and destroyed sneakers he stuck out from the well dressed denizens at Bullworth.

Upon entering his room he was overswept by an overwhelming sense of sadness. He fell to the bed, almost lifelessly. Tears strolling down his face, knowing that the very presence of his parents was a thing of the past. They still both resided in the same town, they just cared very little for him at all. He was rejected by his whole family. Every attempt to rise and heed himself over was just met with more grief and depression.

Every attempt to even breath was just met with a reason, he felt, to cease it. He wanted his life to struck from his tomb, and to be faded. There was nothing for him on this very earth to remain.

''Thanks, mom and dad. For striking me with the eternal curse of your own dismay. I am the making of nothing, as you both denounce me as such. ''He thought to himself.

After overpowering the urge to commit self harm he decided to switch into his uniform, the day must go on, he thought. There wasn't any reason for it to do so, but he knew it must. He changed into the uniform still donning his faded jeans, and throwing his flannel over that of his school uniform.

''Lucky me, now I'm set. ''

TO BE CONTINUED!