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{ John Smith }
>>>I feel like I'm spinning out of control
>>>>>>>>>>>>Try to focus but everything's t w i s t e d...
...And all along I thought you would be there<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
To let me know that I'm not alone...<<<<<<<<<<<<
...But in fact that's exactly what I was...<<
If there was one thing Mark hated above all else, it had to be Physics. He sat there at the desk, a rather blank expression on his face, staring absent-minded at the board, where the teacher was droning on about something and the acceleration due to gravity and something else. Mark tapped his pen against the desk, as if drumming to some unknown song. As his boredom grew, so did the volume of his drumming, until at last Mrs. Rodriguez, a rather stout hispanic lady well into her sixties turned around to give him her famed death glare. "Mr. Howle, will you cut that out?!" she screeched, obviously annoyed. Mark shrugged, and leaned back in his seat as a few kids nearby snickered, and a few more scrambled to look as if they had been listening. Satisfied, Mrs. Rodriguez turned back to the board and continued on with the lecture.
It had been one of those not-so-great days. The first thing that morning, Mark had gotten a phone call from his mother. Of course, he hadn't answered it, but she'd left a message that he had to sit through. He was failing three classes already, and she had had quite the lecture about it. Needless to say, Mark had deleted the message once it was finished recording, and thought nothing more of it, but it wasn't exactly the most pleasant start to his morning. He'd gotten to school, looked around, and decided it wasn't worth his trouble to be here, and had taken off. Three hours later, he'd gotten a ride back to the school by the nice police woman who'd caught him with a fake ID trying to purchase alcohol. So now, here he was, sitting in Physics, the worlds most useless class, as he saw it, with Mrs. Rodriguez, also known as the wife of Satan.
Mark started drumming again, and the girl in front of him turned around, giving him a death glare of her own through thick-lensed glasses. Mark only smiled and kept right on drumming. A moment later, Mrs. Rodriguez stopped mid-sentence, gripping the white board marker with a white-knuckled hand. Mark beamed proudly. Mission accomplished. "Mr. Howle!" she said with an impressive amount of disdain, turning slowly.
The bell rang, and Mark stood up with the rest of the class, slamming his notebook close. He headed straight out the door. "See you tommorrow, Mrs. Rodriguez!" he called sweetly over his shoulder. As he left, he could almost feel her eyes imprinting holes into the back of his skull. If she had laser vision, Mark would not have been surprised. He headed to his locker, passing by a familiar face - Krysta. She was the one girl that Mark had ever really eyed. Most of the girls at Serenity were definitely not his type. Any other day, and he probably would have said hello, but right now, he was focused on one thing, and one thing only: getting as far away from the school as possible.
He walked down the street, looking around to find someplace to go. He spotted a little cafe, and decided to stop for a cup of coffee - maybe it'd help his mood. He walked in, heading up to the register, and ordering. "Black, please," he told the girl behind the register, who was a shy looking blonde girl. He offered her a smile, and she blushed, taking the five dollar bill from him. "Keep the change, hun," he said, and took the coffee that she poured from a nearby pot. He took a seat near the window, sipping the coffee slowly. He pulled out his phone, flipping through his contacts to find someone to text. He stopped at Ashelin's name, deciding to text her. They were pretty good friends, for whatever reason.
Hey Ashelin, what's up?
-EDIT-
{ I'm spinning out of control, out of c o n t r o l... }
