Back To School

"Well, Well, Well, look whoa actually showed up."

I glanced up from my notebook to see none other than Micheal leering at me from above.

He was wearing a new jacket, it looked expensive, and his hair was done up all spikey at the front with some kind of fancy gel that only the rich kids could afford.

I had to push down hard on the bubble of hatred that threatened to rise up through me.

The class had ended a quarter of an hour earlier and for the past fifteen minutes we'd been set onto free study time.

Since my homework had the habit of frequently being destroyed by my peers, I'd decided to get most of it done in that time so I could hand it in straight away. Well, that had been the plan anyway.

"You know, the funny thing is, I'm pretty sure you're the only person who's tried to start anything with me today," I said, a thoughtful look on my face. "If I didn't know better, I might actually think that you cared."