The Noose, Chapter One: School
This is the story of a 15 year old boy, I am NOT a boy but I have been told that so far I have done great, if you have any ideas for the next chapter or anything please email me
ashlah.skelly@education.nsw.gov.au
Chapter One: School
I opened my eyes to yet another day in the life of Erik Crass, the 15 year old lowlife of the century. I heard my mum coming up the stairs the distance to wake me up for school, I thought to myself is there a sickness to fake today, anything to avoid school.
Too late, mum walked into my room and said in a sing song voice "good morning sleepy head, time for school, hurry up" I loved my mum; she had looked after me on her own since dad left but she just didn't understand me, she didn't know how I felt she didn't understand the things I went through but I didn't expect her to do everything, she wasn't wonder woman.
Getting ready for school was not really that interesting, I put on my uniform and shoved my books into my book bag. Mum yelled up the stairs that my lunch was ready. Mum made a lunch for me every day, she always made me something tasty like spaghetti bolognaise or creamy pasta. I rushed down the stairs and nearly tripped on my dancing shoes that were left on the landing where I had thrown them night before. After putting my salad and lasagna into my bag for lunch I opened the fridge and lent on the door searching for a tasty treat, I grasped the mars bar sitting in the shelf closest to me, mum called from the lounge room "I hope you're not eating my chocolate again Erik" "of course not mum". Before I walked out the door to get in the car I reached into the pantry and grabbed out 2 muesli bars and shoved them into my pocket with the mars bar from the fridge.
When I got into the car I sat my school bag on my lap and opened the sun visor to look in the mirror. I looked normal; nothing odd, a few blemishes but nothing too serious and my hair looked all right.
We arrived at my school and I opened the door and began stepping out then I turned around and kissed mum's cheek before getting out of the car and shutting the door with a thud.
Kiara was waiting for me at the school gate, when I arrived she hugged me and said "hey there, did you finish the drama questions in your logbook", trust her to not do her homework. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the two muesli bars and handed one to Kiara as we walked through the gate into my least favorite place in the world, Carlton high school.
I heard Marcus and his douche bag friends running towards me and Kiara. Claire, Marcus' less than amazing girlfriend stepped towards Kiara in an offensive manor and I grabbed Kiara's hand and pulled her off towards the library, our secret hideaway. Back when we were in year 7 me and Kiara used to help Ms Porter, the librarian and she would let us use the conference room as a getaway and we still use it now. We stepped into the conference room and I shut the door behind myself. Kiara threw her bag onto the table that we had pushed into the corner the day before and sat on it kicking her legs off the edge in a childish manor. I opened the mars bar that was going soft and broke it in half, handing the smaller section to Kiara. Kiara lifted her head and looked at me with her bright green eyes, she opened her mouth to speak and the bell rang.
On our way to drama Kiara didn't say a word, which was odd for her. Then she whispered "there is something odd today, he hasn't said it yet" and then Marcus appeared at the door into the drama performance space "you know that drama is for girls, you gay fag". That was when he did it, he had said it for the last time, not thinking I lunged forward and grabbed a handful of his shirt and with all my strength I slammed him against the glass door of the performance space, one minute the corridor was empty, the next there were hundreds of people chanting "fight, fight, fight" and none of them mattered to me, all I cared about was teaching Marcus his lesson.
Within the chanting I heard people saying "gay boy is beating up Marcus". As soon as Marcus had gotten back up onto his feet I grabbed both of his shoulders and yelled into his face "IT SHOULDN'T MATTER TO YOU WHAT I CHOOSE TO DO WITH MY LIFE, NOW MY DECISION IS GONNA MATTER" then I began releasing my grip and turning away and I heard him murmur "fag" so I turned and hit him in the balls so hard, he instantly fell to the floor crying and writhing in pain, I kicked him in the stomach and then the face and then I ran, ran from the teachers, ran from the crowd, into the only place I was comfortable, the drama performance space.
People were whispering and looking at me with shifty scared eyes; I took out my drama book and my pencil case and sat in the circle on the carpet as Mr Charles, the drama teacher entered. The lesson went on as normal, all except the fact that everyone in the class was avoiding eye contact with me. 20 minutes into the lesson Ms Miles, the principle walked into the classroom and the room went silent, she looked directly at me and says "my office, now and you will need your bag"
ashlah.skelly@education.nsw.gov.au
Chapter One: School
I opened my eyes to yet another day in the life of Erik Crass, the 15 year old lowlife of the century. I heard my mum coming up the stairs the distance to wake me up for school, I thought to myself is there a sickness to fake today, anything to avoid school.
Too late, mum walked into my room and said in a sing song voice "good morning sleepy head, time for school, hurry up" I loved my mum; she had looked after me on her own since dad left but she just didn't understand me, she didn't know how I felt she didn't understand the things I went through but I didn't expect her to do everything, she wasn't wonder woman.
Getting ready for school was not really that interesting, I put on my uniform and shoved my books into my book bag. Mum yelled up the stairs that my lunch was ready. Mum made a lunch for me every day, she always made me something tasty like spaghetti bolognaise or creamy pasta. I rushed down the stairs and nearly tripped on my dancing shoes that were left on the landing where I had thrown them night before. After putting my salad and lasagna into my bag for lunch I opened the fridge and lent on the door searching for a tasty treat, I grasped the mars bar sitting in the shelf closest to me, mum called from the lounge room "I hope you're not eating my chocolate again Erik" "of course not mum". Before I walked out the door to get in the car I reached into the pantry and grabbed out 2 muesli bars and shoved them into my pocket with the mars bar from the fridge.
When I got into the car I sat my school bag on my lap and opened the sun visor to look in the mirror. I looked normal; nothing odd, a few blemishes but nothing too serious and my hair looked all right.
We arrived at my school and I opened the door and began stepping out then I turned around and kissed mum's cheek before getting out of the car and shutting the door with a thud.
Kiara was waiting for me at the school gate, when I arrived she hugged me and said "hey there, did you finish the drama questions in your logbook", trust her to not do her homework. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the two muesli bars and handed one to Kiara as we walked through the gate into my least favorite place in the world, Carlton high school.
I heard Marcus and his douche bag friends running towards me and Kiara. Claire, Marcus' less than amazing girlfriend stepped towards Kiara in an offensive manor and I grabbed Kiara's hand and pulled her off towards the library, our secret hideaway. Back when we were in year 7 me and Kiara used to help Ms Porter, the librarian and she would let us use the conference room as a getaway and we still use it now. We stepped into the conference room and I shut the door behind myself. Kiara threw her bag onto the table that we had pushed into the corner the day before and sat on it kicking her legs off the edge in a childish manor. I opened the mars bar that was going soft and broke it in half, handing the smaller section to Kiara. Kiara lifted her head and looked at me with her bright green eyes, she opened her mouth to speak and the bell rang.
On our way to drama Kiara didn't say a word, which was odd for her. Then she whispered "there is something odd today, he hasn't said it yet" and then Marcus appeared at the door into the drama performance space "you know that drama is for girls, you gay fag". That was when he did it, he had said it for the last time, not thinking I lunged forward and grabbed a handful of his shirt and with all my strength I slammed him against the glass door of the performance space, one minute the corridor was empty, the next there were hundreds of people chanting "fight, fight, fight" and none of them mattered to me, all I cared about was teaching Marcus his lesson.
Within the chanting I heard people saying "gay boy is beating up Marcus". As soon as Marcus had gotten back up onto his feet I grabbed both of his shoulders and yelled into his face "IT SHOULDN'T MATTER TO YOU WHAT I CHOOSE TO DO WITH MY LIFE, NOW MY DECISION IS GONNA MATTER" then I began releasing my grip and turning away and I heard him murmur "fag" so I turned and hit him in the balls so hard, he instantly fell to the floor crying and writhing in pain, I kicked him in the stomach and then the face and then I ran, ran from the teachers, ran from the crowd, into the only place I was comfortable, the drama performance space.
People were whispering and looking at me with shifty scared eyes; I took out my drama book and my pencil case and sat in the circle on the carpet as Mr Charles, the drama teacher entered. The lesson went on as normal, all except the fact that everyone in the class was avoiding eye contact with me. 20 minutes into the lesson Ms Miles, the principle walked into the classroom and the room went silent, she looked directly at me and says "my office, now and you will need your bag"
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